My triumphant return to the blogsphere, interwebs, is now (sort of). Srsly, I kinda forgot I had a blog for forevs. So, for those that read this little old thing, I apologize! To those I read religiously, I still read your blog religiously, I’ve just been a silent lurker without comments.
So, quick update: mini Gwinn is hands down WILD now. Like runs through the house full speed with the Swiffer, throws it, and continues running while yelling a Scandinavian battle cry I have yet to decipher but still sends chills down my spine (because, ya know, he’s a terrifying 19 month old. Beautiful, but a little scary). He inherited the Viking business from me, but yeesh. It’s still crazy to see in action. He does a billion other things too, like:
-rubs lotion on his tummy after bath time; asks for “wotion” with his hands outstretched
-feeds the dogs every morning (it’s one of his chores)
-says “thank you” while shaking his head to indicate “no thank you”
-puts his bath toys away between brushing his teeth and the end of the bath (another chore)
-has figured out how to remove his diaper and proudly pee on the floor (ufta. All boy)
-sits wonderfully for his biweekly hair cut (I regularly cut 1- 1.5 inches off his hair every two weeks)
He’s also going through separation anxiety and growing molars, but the above list is so much cuter than these things.
CLP is still rockin’ in the free world and is still sexy.
There isn’t anything new going on, really, for me. I’m amazed at how much of my everything is absorbed by my toddler. Between trips to the park, meal times, wrestling and our nightly routine, the hours left in the day are dedicated to hurriedly cooking and cleaning before Captain Laser Pants comes home, running to the mirror to make sure I’m some sort of cleaned up for hubs, and hoping he doesn’t notice the major mess of toys I’ve shoved against the wall seconds before he walks through the door. As an aside, yes, I am mostly old fashioned in that regard: I like to have some makeup on, my hair at least semi- fixed, deodorant on, teeth brushed, and not in pajamas when my husband comes home. It’s better for my self esteem and it’s good for him to not see my “strictly utilitarian” side all the time.
On that note, mini Gwinn has awoken from his slumber and demands a sacrifice. Or milk. I’m not really sure, since I don’t know any Scandinavian languages.