Popcorn Popping

For those of you that missed my Facebook status:

"[Natalia] was doing dishes when she realized Azucena was eating popcorn. "That's funny," she thought. "The last time we made popcorn was last night. Where did she get popcorn from?" Then she went back to doing dishes. A moment later, she hears rustling behind her. Looking back, Azucena is reaching into the garbage can where there is a half-full bag of popcorn from last night.
#parentingfail

To illustrate the point, here is a shot of our garbage can (notice that it's half buried under the empty box of Teddy Grahams). Yeesh.

Yup, she'd walk from that green high chair in the background to the garbage can, grab a handful or two of popcorn, walk back, sit down, and eat her popcorn until she ran out and repeat the process. Yeesh.

Sun River Apartments

I'm venting on my blog so I can have witnesses and so others don't make the same mistake:

Do NOT move into Sun River apartments in South Salt Lake City. The management stinks at following through with pretty much anything. The worst offense: There have been cockroaches in our apartment since before we moved in. We have had multiple treatments (only after we begged/annoyed the crap out of the office folk) and they have done nothing except exacerbate the issue.


This past week alone I cannot walk into a room without seeing at least one cockroach. Today, I saw at least three every time I changed rooms. I've been using Clorox, Lysol and Windex sprays (basically, whatever's closer) to try to kill them because I just can't handle it anymore. They're showing up quickly enough that if we leave dinner out while eating dinner, they crawl into the food.


Unfortunately, we signed a twelve month lease and would have to pay fees for us to leave this horrid, horrid place before the contract is up.


Being a grown up sucks. End of rant. :D

This is how many cockroaches I caught in a fourteen hour period. Not pictured: 6 that were drowned and 10 that were so small I couldn't pick them up with a piece of paper to put in the container.

Crazy week!

                              We had a very interesting week. Monday, Azucena was excitedly running out of her room with a book for me to read out loud when she tripped on the edge of our area rug and rammed her face right into the corner edge of our coffee table. Poor thing cried for over half and hour and finally fell asleep for her nap with an ice pack pressed to her face.

Wednesday morning, I'm not 100% sure how exactly it happened, but Azucena cut her chin on the corner of the laptop. Poor baby cried some more and asked for something to put on her chin to help her feel better.

Friday afternoon I was getting ready for Erin's baby shower by actually doing my hair with a curling iron. I finished, set it on the counter out of reach and turned off the bathroom light and pulled the door closed so I could take care of Adelaide who was just waking from a nap. While in the kids' room, I heard Azucena start to cry and then she came into the room wanting hugs and cuddles. Turns out she'd gotten into the bathroom, grabbed the cord so she could pull the curler down, and somehow managed to bring the curler into the living room before actually burning herself. Luckily, she only got the edge of her pinky finger on one hand. Poor baby!

There are TWO pregnant ladies in this picture!

Thankfully, Azucena was able to have a much better weekend. She even started to eat sandwiches the regular way! (We found this out because she stole my sandwich when I was in the other room and started to bite into it instead of ripping pieces off.)

Please ignore our laundry pile

We also took her to the library. The nice one with the pillows and giant animal pillows and rocking horse dragon. She deserved the nice library! Azucena loved it. And I love this picture. :D

Poor lovely baby. I hope we have a less eventful week!

The pregnancy so far

Talk about a roller coaster of events! Life has certainly been interesting the last month (since I found out I was pregnant October 4th it'll officially have been a month tomorrow). I'd been a little nauseous before that (just couldn't stand up too quickly or move too fast without feeling a little light-headed, etc.) and Clark and I *wanted* a kid, but we didn't want to get our hopes up, so we waited a few extra days to make sure it wasn't a mistake to take a test (also, those "pee-sticks" (as Clark calls them) are expensive!) and find out.

Happily, the stick said yes.

I was good for about 4 - 5 days after that and then either my mind decided to go with the stereotypes or the hormones really kicked in because, ever since, I've not been able to really force myself out of bed before 10 or 11 in the morning (my body refuses to get up because even trying will result in a HUGE wave of nausea which tends to lead to throwing up) and, up until this week, meant I couldn't really eat much besides dry cereal, saltines and baked potatoes (and not the good kind, either).

This week, my body has upped the ante, in that I still feel nauseous, still can't move too fast, still have absolutely no appetite, but my stomach starts wigging out like I haven't eaten a crumb in over a day if I don't feed it every hour or so. However, to top it all off, I feel like all the food sort of settles in my esophagus which makes me feel like I'm constantly about to throw up.

I swear, my body is the weirdest. I've never even heard of this being a problem for anyone else. I was prepared for using the bathroom every hour, back pains in the third trimester, maybe some throwing up every morning . . . but the nausea threw me for a loop. And the hunger + nausea just leaves me confused.


::sigh::

Anyway, now that we have our health insurance stuff sorted out (::knockonwood:: ::crosses fingers::) I should FINALLY be able to set up an appointment with a doctor to get things figured out. And let's hope s/he can give me some nausea medicine. Or really, really good advice. :)

More music

Reasons why I could never be a DJ:

• I have weird taste in music
• By weird, I mean, I like a lot of stuff but am never sure if it correlates with other people's tastes and, since I'm a people-pleaser, this stresses me out
  
• Sometimes, I just want to rock out to music rather than formally dance
• Sometimes, I just want to formally dance rather than listen to the words
• If it's a church function, I get hyper-stressed about whether or not the message/lyrics/overall feel of the song is "church appropriate"
• I have a much less rigid set of standards for myself, so I like music like this and this. (Not that I'd ever play either one at a dance, I'm just using them as an example.)
  

But in the future . . .

Mother Worry #Who-Knows:
My three-year-old daughter will not be able to keep anything down and I'll panic. Like I am right now.