We went out on Friday night again.
Like, to a club. Like, tons-uh vodka.
Got home at 2, and my mom left (didn't know that would happen), then I had to wake up at 3 to feed the baby, then both kids woke up at 530 because they are trying to destroy me.
As Troy was sleeping in, I notified him of the unfair situation at hand to which he replied,
"I got home at 2 am! Im so tired."
Liiiiikkkee I ddiiddnn'tttt?!!!!
Anyway, he's off the hook because he let me go to a kid-free husband-free happy hour on Sunday night and he woke up to feed this little guy at 1:30 last night. Love him.
GAHHHHH HE'S SO PERFFFFFF
So needless to say, I'm glad this month is almost over. ONE more party- (In LA on Saturday) and then we are back to
Anywhoooo, what this post was really supposed to be about was ignoring my daughter (which, interestingly, is what I'm doing right now and every time I update this blog).
I mean, it's not intentional, and I hate it, but it is necessary at times
when I need to change my Facebook status while Lan-man is in need.
Thankfully she is at an age when she can start to exercise her independence. I've started to document the things she does when
I'm on the phone tending to my two-month-old.
She plays with cleaning products.
She scares the shit out of me by putting Landon-esque babies in his car seat so that I have a heart attack and think I've left him in a car seat all day.
She tells me "I have to pump" and attempts to express breast-milk from her belly button.
She dresses herself in snow boots, a beanie, and glow-in-the-dark
Side Note: It is hilarious to see a full-bodied skeleton of neon bones try to sneak in your bed in the middle of the night. If you have a nighttime bed-drifter, I highly suggest glow-in-the-dark pajamas.
Observe lonely emo photo sesh:
I feel so bad. I know what it's like to feel left out, so I try my hardest to include her at all times, it's got to be so hard for a sensitive little girl's world to be turned upside-down by a new baby.
I'm working on it, it will get better with time hopefully.