Three cake holes, one voice

Finally I've found my purpose to blog. I've been doing a website for my kids and while I know that I've captured their voices in the process, I've completely ignored mine. There are a lot of "Momoirs" out there and this is now mine.

The kids' webpages are full of neat pictures and tell about their monthly milestone but I'm finding Naomi doing things and I can't remember whether Mim did the same. Doing the kids' journals is getting to be a drag, as is evidenced by the fact that I'm 3 months behind now. I need to be able to jot stuff down daily so I can remember it all.

Tonight Mim was a big help cleaning up. She even came in to the kitchen to collect the toys from there, which I thought was wierd. I was in the process of praising her for her helpfulness when she summarily cut me off by announcing, "I'm peeing now... I'd better go." OK then. It was only later that I noticed she put the blocks in the pantry instead of taking them to the toy box in the family room. Sure am glad I didn't get the chance to overdo the praise.

Naomi freaked out at Gymboree today. If you know anything at all about Gymboree, you know they have this big parachute during 'circle time' that the kids play on and under. It's a rather important part of the whole experience. Naomi is scared of it. She also still doesn't like when people look at her, causing the "Wah!" response. Mim did this at that age too, but not to the same extent.

We are still trying to find a sitter that Naomi will tolerate. As it is, we are taking her with us on dates. Mim started with E when she was about a year old and we are coming up to that there time with Naomi. Keep your fingers crossed for us.

I wish we would have gotten some video of Naomi when she was very very young. She could burp and fart like a trucker and while she still is kind of gassy, it's nothing compared to how she was from 1 to 3 months.

Mim has been pretty gassy this week. Probably because Daddy is letting her sip his wine, champagne, beer, coke and 'flavored malt beverage'. I've put the kybosh on coke and malt beverages that are equally as sweet, allowing beer and wine in toddler amounts, (a teaspoon or so.)

Naomi needs a haircut as her bangs are down to her chin. I've been having a go at them with the nail scissors while she sleeps. So far so good, but I don't know how much longer I can do that without making her look like Herman Munster. As an aside, I got a haircut last week and although I've maintained that I can't get a bad haircut because my hair is short and the curl hides a multitude of sins, I now stand corrected as I came home looking like a bad Elvis impersonator. Even after I washed the gunk out and finger-combed it I looked pretty bad. My saving grace is that I'll need another cut in 3 weeks.