I swear the world is ending.  It's been raining for days.  I can't believe our basement hasn't flooded. 

This is an article from this week's Newsweek written by a mother whose child has a peanut allergy.  I burst out crying when I read it.  This completely captures and validates everything I've felt during the past year since we found out about Zach's allergy.  The frustration I feel when people, especially close family members, roll their eyes at me when I start getting anal about what Zach's eating or exposed to (i.e. insisting that my mom not serve a carrot cake filled with nuts at a recent family gathering, or losing my mind when I found out my in-laws let thier friends eat peanuts and throw the shells on their garage floor while Zach was in the house--yes that really happened) is so perfectly captured.   The last line of the article is what sent me over the edge.  I want to write the author a thank you note or something.

http://www.newsweek.com/id/139437

 Addison has slept through the night for the last 5 nights in a row!  We put her to bed between 9 or 10 and she sleeps until around 5:30 or so.  Good enough for me.  At 5:30 I just bring her into bed with us and nurse her and we go back to sleep until "The Terror" whips open the bedroom door and exclaims, "Get up Guys!  The sun is up!"  This happens around 7am.  Zach's behavior is slowly getting more managable.  He definitely has his moments but I think some of the flare ups that were happening all the time right after we brought the baby home are dying down.  He actually went grocery shopping with me yesterday and made it through the entire store without wigging out.  A lady in the checkout lane even referred to him as "awefully cute"  Wow.  And to think there were days I thought for sure we were going to get kicked out of that very store.

We were just going through old videos trying to edit them and get them all organzied and I found one of Zach shot exactly a year ago this week.  It's crazy!  I remember thinking he had such strong language at the time, which he did, but it's nothing compared to now.  He was talking in 2 or 3 word sentences a year ago and now he'll babble on and on in an an endless dialoge and utters phrases like, "Actually, I'm not gonna do that."  or "MOM, I was just pretending to be naughty!"  That's the other thing.  He's taken to calling me "Mom".  What's up with that?  Big kids call their mother's "mom".  Not my baby.   I can't believe he's going to be 3 next month.  Turning 2 I could deal with.  2 is still a baby.  This 3 business is nuts.  3 year olds are kids.  They go to preschool and wear underpants and have friends and stuff.  How did this happen?  In my head, sometimes, I'm still a kid.  How is it possible that I could have 2 of my own? 

Something about having two children has gotten me all saturated in my own "momness"  I'm really feeling the part.  I'm sporting the mom capri pants all the time now (never the mom jeans, have no fear).  I've got that harrassed look on my face all the time.  My hair is never washed.  I find things in the bottom of my purse like single socks and nooks and and matchbox cars and packs of wet naps I stole from McDonald's cause, you know, "just in case".  I literally have forgotten that my breasts are supposed to be private parts of my body.  That's not good.  I see them totally as a means to feed my baby and soothe her.  I forgot that they used to be perky (well, kind of) and look good in little black dresses.  I've forgotten that most people don't wear bras with the quick release snappy do hingy that lets the girls out to breathe in a moment's notice. I swear to God, I almost answered the door the other day with one of my boobs just hanging out in the breeze.  How did I turn into a human cliche? 

So, we've already been to the doctor and are back home.  The office ended up being only 5 minutes from our house.  Nice.  Sooo, Zach is having his adnoids removed on Fri. June 6th (my mom and sister's b-day, incidentally).  Apparently, this is no big deal at all.  And apparently, his doctor is really dreamy and I was really happy I took the time to put on a nice shirt and some lip gloss before we left home.  Not that I am in the market or am the type that would have a random affair with my child's physician, but...damn.  He was handsome in a really artificial way.  Longer wavy hair, chisled bone structure and a really good dresser, slightly older (late 40's).  He seemed more like he should be a plastic surgeon in L.A. rather than a pediatric ENT from Waukesha, Wisconsin.  Funny.

Oh, so back to Zach...:)  I guess this is literally a 5 minute procedure done in the surgery center adjecent to the doctor's office.  They give him some gas, then put in an I.V. after he's asleep, take out said offensive adnoids, and wake him up 5 min. later.  He gets to sit with me for about 30 min. while he wakes up and then we go home to have popsicles for the next 24 hours.  Done deal.  Much different than when I had this done 25 years ago.  I remember being in the hospital for 2 days.  Crazy.

Well, my baby girl is rooting around her bouncy seat and snorting like a piglet....it must be time to eat! 

Zach's got an appointment with an Ear, Nose, Throat specialist later this morning.  When we went to the allergist the week before last for his annual peanut allergy checkup I asked them to test him for other environmental allergies because he constantly has a runny nose, sneezes, and breathes through his mouth.  It turns out he has no other allergies but has HUGE adnoids.  The allergist referred us to an ENT.  It looks like he's probably going to have to have them removed.  We'll wait and see what the doctor today says as far as timing....ugh.  I know it's a completely routine, minor surgery but the thought of my 2 1/2 year old having surgery scares the crap out of me.

In other news....Addison slept through the night last night!!!!  Woo hoo!!!  Okay, okay, so I can't get excited because she had her 2 month check up yesterday and got immunizations so I'm sure that's why she was such a sleepy head.  Oh well.  7 hours of sleep in a row should last me a while. :)  Addie weighed in at 10 pounds exactly and is 22 inches.  She started off at 6 pounds 15 ounces and 20 1/2 inches.  All that constant breastfeeding has paid off! ;)  Even though she's only at the 25th%ile for weight and 50th for length.  That's fine, for sure.  I'm just comparing her to Zach who was at the 90th percentile on everything until about 18 months old.  

The pediatrician said she was developmentally advanced in "head control".  I just know she's going to be a genius.  I mean, advanced head control at 9 weeks?....we should definitely sign her up for gifted and talented classes right now.  ; )  Okay, I'm having a little inside joke with myself.  Scarcastic poking fun at parents that torture me in my profession.  Perhaps all the sleep I got last night is having the opposite affect on me.  I'm feeling a little punchy. 

Happy Wednesday everyone!!

I just came up here to post (finally) and both kids started screaming at the same time the second I sat down....Ugh.  

Addison slept from 11pm until 4am in her own crib last night!!!  Woo hoo!!!!

Addie's getting a double chin and rolls in her thighs...so cute.  And, she's smiling at us all the time.

Zach says hilarious things constantly, is refusing to be potty trained (No underpants Mamma, I too yittle.  Maybe in summertime), and is fighting his afternoon nap.  

Also, I'm being stalked by a gaggle of Jehova's Witnesses.  They figured out I'm at home all the time and come to my house once a week.  Please stop trying to save my soul and let me get back to poopy diapers and scraping teddy grahams out of the couch cushions.  Thank you.

Okay, can't take the crying, must go deal.

I miss LJ.  I'll be back someday.....:)