One of my favorite activities is to pick up trash with my bare hands in the middle of the night after being awoken from a dead sleep by a diaper-carrying lab mix. Today's opposite day, by the way.
Obviously I HATE picking up trash in the middle of the night, bare-handed or not. Doing it without gloves certainly makes it go faster. Pippa has adopted a new fun hobby of knocking over the kitchen trash can and then destroying its contents all over the linoleum and part of the already-disgusting living room carpet. I'm the one she nudges afterward when she wants to go outside and presumably vomit all of the toxic, expired, and otherwise disgusting things she ingested. So last night, at 12:45, I was again picking up banana peels, diapers, and scattered leftovers. I've gotten faster at the clean-up and was able to get back to bed easily afterward, but I still cannot find a good way to get coffee grounds out of carpet. One good thing to come of this puppy problem is that I now mop the kitchen and vacuum the living room before the coffee is even made each morning. Any suggestions for how to stop this bad habit? When I remember, I empty the trash can before bed or put the entire thing in the basement, out of her reach. I don't think that's the way to happily live with two children and a dog, however. Wise dog-owners, please advise :)
In other news, Zach turns 30 next month (!). We're going on another huge Kanney/Casto family trip to Disney World for spring break, but this time we're flying. I've never flown with a baby, so I'm prepping to make that process as smooth as possible. Any advice on that front would also be greatly appreciated.
Levi had his first dentist appointment last week, and while he refused the bubblegum test (extrapink means plaque build-up), he reluctantly let the doctor check out his 6 teeth and received a good report on hygeine. Our next task is to get rid of bottles (he will use a sippy cup for juice or water, but refuses to drink milk that way and fusses and tantrums until we give in... I know that's more on us than him, but I just don't know if any of us are ready quite yet). My goal is by 18 months. After that, we're getting rid of the pacifier. At his 15 month check-up last week we found he is still in the same percentiles he has been for months: 20th for weight, 50th for height, 75th for head circumference. He's like a baby anorexic. OK, not really--doctor says he's totally healthy. He does somewhat resemble the lollypop starlet with that giant noggin, though.
Norah has lost her two front bottom teeth. She is working on first grade sight words in kindergarten now, and she's trying to decide if she's ready to get her ears pierced. She is FINALLY sleeping in her own bed at her mom's house (if you know me at all you know how triumphant that is). She has been waiting for this Disney trip for a year, and it has proven to be good motivation to make her drink milk every day. She is less than two inches from the ride height requirement at this point, and I think we'll fudge it with shoes or a high ponytail if need be. She has been talking about the Tower of Terror too long to miss it.
The novel writing is at a standstill, but I'll get back to it. Soon. I'm also looking into the It Works! Body Wrap company. A coworker is just starting her business and I'm definitely intrigued. I'm also a huge skeptic by nature, married to an even bigger skeptic, so I'm apprehensive about committing. I'm hosting a party in two weeks, though, because I'm excited about the products and definitely want to support my friend's bravery and new venture. I want to explore the company more thoroughly, try some more wraps--my one foray yesterday yielded a slightly tighter tummy with more results to come--and see what my gut tells me. Additional income is definitely a necessity for our family, especially with our future plans. Zach wants to move, I want Baby K2, and there are projects and vacations on the back burner as always.
Levi is currently napping and I've gotten hooked on Fox's "The Following," so I'm off to catch up on chapter 4. Once he's up we're taking Grandma out for her birthday to a fancy Olive Garden date :)
Ciao, fellow wilds!
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