Exorcist

I would like to introduce you all to the latest addition in the Burrito household.




















His name is Exorcist. Yep, you read correctly. Mster's halloween horse (a lovely assessory to her "heehaw girl" outfit) is named, thanks to Cster, Exorcist. When the name was proposed it was met with great opposition by Cster's mother and myself but sadly the name caught on. I tried without any luck to change Mster's mind on the name but Exorcist stuck.

I guess that's what I get for not letting her be a stroller.

update

1. Sven slept by himself in his crib the whole night yesterday only to wake up for feedings. YAHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2. The bruise on my right forearm the size of Manhattan is starting to go down finally.

Just plain wrong

I don't see the difference. Can you see the difference?

Observations and Thoughts

#1 - perhaps when you hear that you should pack a bag prior to needing to go the hospital you should listen. perhaps when you feel that you should pack a bag everyday for a week you should listen. there's nothing like fumbling around at 2AM thinking toothbrush, toothpaste, what else?

#2 - you go into labour. the contractions hurt. the nice nurses and doctors offer you an epidural. you finish labour. you rest in the hospital. you still have contractions*, the nurses offer you ibuprofen. something isn't quite right.

* for those that didn't know contractions don't stop after you deliver and are stronger after birth if you're on a second+ child.

Halloween

I've been trying to explain Halloween to Mster. She doesn't get it. It is a wierd tradition. But I just don't know how to explain it to her. I've been trying to let her choose her own costume by slowly talking about it everyday. Here was today's conversation.

(After explaining the concept yet again)
Me: So Mster you could be a bunny
Mster: (eyes get wide)
Me: You could be a butterfly
Mster: (eyes get wider)
Me: You could be a princess
Mster: (Eyes go back to normal)
Me: You could be a cowgirl
Mster: yeah, a cowgirl
Me: Mster what do you want to dress up as for halloween.
Mster: A STROLLER!!!!!

Just Me.

Mster: I'm so happy to see Auntie M
Me: I'm so happy to see her too.
Mster: Not you, just me.

Mster: I'm really missing Auntie M
Me: I know Mster. I miss Auntie M too.
Mster: No you miss Auntie M, just me.

It just needs a little tape.

So my sister-in-law was supposed to fly in this morning. I checked the website and it showed it being on time. So off Mster and I went to go pick her up. Much, much excitement was going on with Mster. I was informed she was "so happy to see auntie (mavvy)". I was also informed after I said that I was happy too that I was not happy.

Mster: no your not happy. just me.

We arrived at the airport and drove around forever to find parking. Finally found parking and walked forever to get inside. Mster really wanted to go in so I figured we would actually make the trip in so she could see inside. I went to the computer screens only to find out that her flight was an hour and 40 minutes late. Erg!!! Very frustrating. I decided we could hang out at the airport and have lunch and Mster would just skip her nap. Then, I decided to check again just to make srue and low and behold the flight said it was ontime. YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!

So Mster and I spent the next 40 minutes walking back and forth from the gate to the baggage claim to the computer waiting. I finally walked up to the ticket counter waited forever in line to talk to a real person who informed me that the flight hadn't even left yet and was expect 3 hours later. (that would 4 hours later from the orginal arrival time)

I would like any suggestions on how to explain this to a 2 year old. How do explain to her that we now have to leave the airport (without her aunt), go home, take a nap and come back and get her. "I want to see Auntie (mavvy) now".

I told her the plane was broken and they wouldn't let anybody on it will they fixed it so she was still at the other airport waiting for them to fix the plane. She then told me that somebody needed to give them some tape.

A Little Something Out of Ordinary

I try to spice up, no pun intended, (read article for pun) Csters life by sending odd stories that spring up during the week.

Here's one for all to enjoy.

I personally like the quotes the most:

"I eat mild salsa," Huang said. "But there's nothing like putting yourself through a lot of pain for no reason."

"I cant feel my face," he said when he was able to speak again.

and don't forget "the black widow" who had never even eaten a jalapeno before. Huh?

Special Pajamas

Tonight I was trying to get Msters attention while putting her to bed and so I told her she was going to get special pajamas. Immediately her eyes went wide with eager excitement.

These "speical pajamas" are also known as sleepers to the rest of the world and I was thinking it was getting cold enough to break them out.

If possible her eyes went even wider as she told "Mommy these pajamas have slippers." She then proceeded to stomp around to get the feel of them.

Simple pleasures my friends, simple pleasures.

Sven Update

I feel a little odd giving an update before the doctor's appointment (which is in 3hours) but here goes.

Contractions suck.

I think they suck for him too cause he fights them.

When he fights them, I'm the one that gets kicked and punched.

Maybe I should pack a bag? I think my baby calendar told me to pack a bag like 2 weeks ago.

Did I mention contractions suck?

37 weeks on friday.

Its not time yet.

I think I'll take a nap.

I'm tired.

Sassy Girl

Cster had a pair of socks on the floor of our living room. I was going to babysit in a few minutes and was trying to tidy up last minute.

Me: "Mster can you please pick up Daddy's socks and take them to my bedroom."
Mster: (picks up the socks and walks over to me) "Do it yourself"