Since it has been so long from my last post, I think it's only appropriate I give a short update on things and then start over. I'm going to stick with it this time. I'll attempt to post more then once a day. But my goal is at least once a day.
Not too much has happened in the past 2 months. Moose and Kermit are now 4 months old and growing great.
Using nicknames is hard...not sure I'll always remember them. So I think I'll just start using their real names. What does it matter if someone finds out who Super Mom really is?
Tori (formally known as Tadpole) turned 8 years old at the end of January. She's still missing her front teeth. Except now she's missing a couple on the bottom also.
Josie (formally known as Miss Sunshine) is still stubborn and spoiled. Every time we make a trip to the store she has to get a new toy or dress. I don't like it. It's $10-20 we could have saved. But I also don't want to listen to the fit she'll throw.
I seriously need to work on that girl. She's spoiled in everything. She doesn't have to eat what is made for dinner. Most times I'm cooking two meals...one for her and one for everyone else. She's stubborn to boot. She will starve herself before eating something new. We were doing good for a while there. She was actually trying new food. Then James (aka Stud) went and clutter our kitchen table and we were forced to eat elsewhere. Thus Josie wasn't seeing that we were all eating the same thing.
Emmit (aka Moose) is getting closer to rolling from back to tummy. He gets on his side and tries. But usually just lands on his back again. I think he's trying to hold his own bottle too. Which is rather annoying. He refuses to eat if I hold him. Which means propping a bottle for him. Since he doesn't have great hand control he usually knocks the bottle over...several times. Which ends in me getting annoyed. I know he can't help it, but seriously every other minute I'm getting up to fix it.
Miles has gone on a nursing strike. It took us 2 months to get him to latch on. And he was doing great. We even managed to no longer have to give him bottles of formula. Until last week. He just wants nothing to do with the boob juice maker. He arches away like it's some sort of mutinous monster waiting to infect him with a deadly disease.
Ok, so that was a bit extreme.
Nicole moved back in with us. She's 15 years old. I swear her fits are worse then Josie's...who will be 4 tomorrow.
I think that's about it for now. I have some more cleaning to pretend to be doing. I'll update again if I make it out alive.
Signed,
Super Mom
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