Wednesday, March 30, 2011


Sadie here. This is what I look like in case you have forgotten.

It's not my best picture but I have been through a lot lately. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to live with a woman who is 29 weeks pregnant? I barely even recognize my own mother.

She used to look completly normal but now, you'd be hard pressed to catch her without some type of food item shoved in her mouth. Case in point...she bought me a pretzel the other day to chew on while we were shopping. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a slow eater because I only have 5 teeth (almost 6). Well, my mother, the woman who supposedly loves and cares for me, ate all but 3 bites of MY pretzel! She told Daddy that she couldn't control herself.

Go away dog!! You look like a mop!

Sorry about that, where was I? Oh yes. So Mom has gone crazy and she eats all of my food. You will not believe what she did to me today. Apparently she thinks she is a bird because today she informed me that she is "nesting" What is that? I tried to tell her that she can't just make stuff up but I couldn't catch her. She was running around like a pageant princess hyped up on Pixie Stixs! She insists that the house is never clean enough and she gripes at me when she finds bits and pieces of my snacks that I have hid in various places throughout the house. COME ON!!! If I don't hide my food, she eats it! But that's not the point. I was telling you the horrible thing she did. As many of you know I have a special attachment to my collection of pink crochet blankets. They are the perfect amount of warmth and they are easy to pick up because of all the little holes. They are also wonderful to cuddle under when your insane mother decides that she is "nesting". Case in point.

Don't you wish you were me? Ahhh pink blanket! Well today the tornado that is my mother was ripping through the house doing laundry. I hate when she does laundry because the machines are behind an impenetrable force...a childproof gate. So I can't supervise the laundry proceedings which is very frustrating! Well my mother picked up two of my pink blankets and carelessly tossed them into the washer with the yucky dirty towels!!!!! I screamed and screamed to let her know that her actions were unacceptable! She completely ignored me. She gave me a pink blanket that she left out which leads me to believe that she doesn't understand the way a "set" works. One is not enough! I have to know where all my beloved blankets are at all times!!!
So, what did I do you may ask? Simple. I borrowed some money that I found laying about in my dad's wallet and tried to convince my ladybug friend that we must leave this unholy place immediately!!

Unfortunately, Mom caught me and took all the money away and put it in a place that is beyond my reach (the center of the table). So I just moved out. Here I am in my new place...

I would invite you in but it's a little cramped with more than one person inside (hint hint DAD). Eventually I had to eat so I came out. I was very happy to be reunited with the precious...I mean my blankets but I was less than thrilled about how they smelled. Normally I prefer the "lived in" smell and color but my mom likes things to smell fresh and not look dingy. BIG SIGH. It is so hard to be misunderstood by the person you spend most of your day with.
Well, that is it for me today. I have to work the old smell back into my blanket which will take awhile so I leave you to your thoughts. I will be updating more regularly in the upcoming weeks as these days will be the last blissful moments I have of being an only child.

Until then...
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Sunday, March 27, 2011

5 Stages of Grief.

I thought my mom had gone a little nuts. When we moved to our new house in Hart she spent a couple of months laying on the couch all day everyday. I assumed she was having trouble adjusting to tiny town life but what I really didn't understand was why she would hang out with her head in the toilet some days...that just didn't seem sanitary. I tried to see what she was doing but she wouldn't let me get close enough to see what was so interesting about the toilet. This was just the beginning of Mom's strange behavior. FINALLY, she started eating again and came back to the land of the living. I was so happy that she finally seemed to be getting used to our new life but then, out of nowhere, she became obsessed with her stomach! Now I don't know much about life yet but it seems like most women try and hide their bellies when they start to gain a little weight but not my mom! Nope, she would call me and daddy in to look at her belly and she even STARTED TALKING TO IT!!! She wanted me to talk to her belly too. I didn't really want to but I love my mom so I thought I would play along and I started a fun game of "beeping the belly button" whenever she would show it to me. I thought that would be the end of it so you can imagine my surprise when she named her belly button Ellie. I was seriously worried about my mother's sanity and the scariest part was that dad started to lose it too! He started calling Mom's belly button by it's new name (Ellie) and talking to it also! What was going on?!?!?
Well....I may be a little late to the party but at least I showed up! After watching my parents go through all my old clothes that are too small now, seeing my mom play with those boring babies with this crazy look in her eyes, and leaning against mom only to be kicked in the back by her all became crystal clear! I was one of those toddlers whose life was going to be turned upside down by the presence of a baby sister. AHHHHHHHHHHH!
Naturally I went through the 5 stages of Toddler Grief.

Shock and disbelief. (With a healthy dose of binge eating)

Catatonic fits.

Uncontrollable crying. (In the car for optimum parental annoyance)

Running away. (Difficult when you need a parent to push the car)

And finally....

Challenging my dad to a duel. (It was a draw due to the swords being made of foam)

After some extensive chocolate therapy I have come to accept that my territory is about to be usurped by a screaming, pooping, layabout little sister!

A few days ago I wasn't very excited to go to the sonogram place and see pictures of the usurper but my attitude quickly changed when I saw my little sister's sweet face. Check it out!

Isn't she the cutest?! Does she look familiar? Let me refresh your memories.

This is Ellie...

And this is me.......(Sadie in case you forgot)

Peas in a pod!! Except I have my eyes closed because I hate opening my eyes under water. It doesn't seem to bother Ellie.
Here's a few more of me just because...

So now everyone can stop wondering how I am doing with the news of a baby on the way. I take my emotions one day at a time and I am reading some literature on how to cope when things don't go your way (those Care Bears really know how to speak on my level)
I will do my best to keep everyone up to date. For now, I think I should cuddle up in MY crib (I"m not sharing) and dream of days gone by.