Is this really it? The first September post?? 
Sebastian has decided that in a former lifetime, he was a prankster, and it's time to revive the tradition. OK, so we kind of had an inkling already. But he's been all about the jokes lately.
A 14-month-old's sense of humor runs this way:
"Hmm. What can I do that will be funny? I know!"
And he stealthily climbs down off his chair and runs into the kitchen of whatever restaurant we're in. Cue the mad dash to grab him before he gets too far. Plop him back in his chair.
"Ooh! That worked! Great reaction from Mama! Let's see if I can get Dadoo."
Stealthily climbs off his chair again, waiting until we're completely distracted by something else (like his sister). Makes his way over to the kitchen. Stands and sways just enough to catch Dadoo's peripheral vision. Grins THAT grin. The one that says *Mischief incarnate. Hell on wheels. Right over here, oh yeah.* And runs for the kitchen while dh lurches out of his chair to grab him.
Being a 14-month-old, this is funny MANY times. Over and over and over again. Distractions? Ha! He mocks our puny attempts at distraction. (Little attempts like, oh, strapping him into a baby seat, offering up food, a complete change of scenery, leaving the restaurant. . . . )
We're so screwed.
Sebastian has decided that in a former lifetime, he was a prankster, and it's time to revive the tradition. OK, so we kind of had an inkling already. But he's been all about the jokes lately.
A 14-month-old's sense of humor runs this way:
"Hmm. What can I do that will be funny? I know!"
And he stealthily climbs down off his chair and runs into the kitchen of whatever restaurant we're in. Cue the mad dash to grab him before he gets too far. Plop him back in his chair.
"Ooh! That worked! Great reaction from Mama! Let's see if I can get Dadoo."
Stealthily climbs off his chair again, waiting until we're completely distracted by something else (like his sister). Makes his way over to the kitchen. Stands and sways just enough to catch Dadoo's peripheral vision. Grins THAT grin. The one that says *Mischief incarnate. Hell on wheels. Right over here, oh yeah.* And runs for the kitchen while dh lurches out of his chair to grab him.
Being a 14-month-old, this is funny MANY times. Over and over and over again. Distractions? Ha! He mocks our puny attempts at distraction. (Little attempts like, oh, strapping him into a baby seat, offering up food, a complete change of scenery, leaving the restaurant. . . . )
We're so screwed.
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: Debbie!
. I never had them before, until suddenly about a year postpartum with D, and then had them monthly right about when I ovulated until I got pregnant with K 6 months later and they stopped....and then I totally forgot about them....until Saturday. How freeking miserable. The light and sound sensitivity, the nausea, feeling like I had an ice pick in between my eyes. Good grief. I couldn't even sit on the couch and pretend to mingle with some friends who were visiting, I had to excuse myself for fear I was going to puke all over them. Lovely. I can't even imagine what i would have been like if K woulnd't have been OK hanging out with my friends....shudder. I felt absolutely fine the next day, like it never happened. I wonder if they're here to stay since we're all but 100% done with kids for now, so no pregnancy to get rid of them again? I'll have to figure out how to prophylactically treat myself around ovulation time every month; anyone got any good ideas for treatment (nautral or allopathic)??? Anyone else have this happen? I was telling my mom about it, and it was like a lightbulb went off in her head cause she said, "oh my God, I never connected it with ovulating. It used to happen to me all the time, too." Thanks for passing that on to me, mom. 
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i'm TIRED of being chewed on for hours at a time all night long. I think we have ONE MOLAR coming in on the bottom. ONE. which means it could be a month of hell, followed by 3 MORE MOLARS... then the 
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