Dejavu.

Well here it is Tuesday again. That crazy garbage truck is back at it, trying to ruin our fun. Speaking of fun I had some food poisoning on Sunday. Pretty sure it was food poisoning. It was wicked! Although I think I lost a couple of pounds so maybe it was slightly worth it. Kind of. I'm sure Courtland would tell you it was NOT worth it. He was a great Mr. Mom on Sunday and did everything but breastfeed the baby for me. I'm sure he would have done that if he could.

Did I just make anyone uncomfortable by mentioning breastfeeding in this blog post? I know it's not the most intellectually stimulating topic but it's my reality. Let's revisit a post from last year... Oh that was a good one.

My little teeny baby Victoria is really not so teeny and started rolling over yesterday! She's a champ at it and can roll both ways. She is physically superior in many ways and can also propel herself out of her swing if she's not buckled in. She sleeps in her swing (oh I'm so that mom who has eaten every word about what her children will absolutely not do) and this morning at about 4:00 I looked up to see her dangling over the edge of her swing. Sound asleep, and held in only by the little harness. So no more swing. It's far too dangerous. My cousin Kristen will be happy to hear this news because she wants my swing for her new baby who is actually still teeny and not freakishly strong like Victoria.

Now I need advice about how I can get my 2 kids to sleep in the same room without waking each other up at all hours of the night. And morning.