Christmas Wrappin'

Christmas Wrappin' by the Waitresses is my favorite holiday tune. It makes me happy to hear. Every time I hear it on the radio, which isn't often as it's not a traditional Christmas song that gets lots of play, I start bouncing in my seat and singing along. That's not easy as it is (as the title infers) a bit of a Christmas rap. That means a lot of fast words. At the beginning of the season, my singing along to it mostly includes a lot of mumbling followed by the belting out of the chorus. After hearing it a few more times and refreshing my brain to the lyrics, I can mostly really "rap" along to it by the time Christmas rolls around and it gets returned to the music archives until the next November. Repeat next year. In any case, I was excited to hear the music to that tune start in the middle of a very boring Christmas Glee episode last week. Unfortunately, their version pretty much stunk and added to my disappointment of that episode.

Just like that last paragraph, this post is going to be about some random things I've been doing\thinking over the last week. None merit their own post, some hardly merit mention in this one, but all make me want to write them down to get them out of my brain and onto "paper."

At my regular OB appointment last week, I inquired as to how many tums I should be taking a day. I've been popping those things like candy. While heartburn is something I never have the joy of experiencing outside of pregnancy, inside of pregnancy it's a daily occurrence. Lately, my meal cycle has been eat, feel heartburn and queasiness the next 4 to 5 hours while I pop tums every now and then, stomach starts an extreme rumbling, eat, repeat heartburn and tums popping. Fun, right? So I have the conversation with my OB worried that I'm actually taking too much calcium through the heartburn meds. Sure enough, I am. (Apparently excess amounts of calcium aren't great for the ol' kidneys.) Her solution, why don't I try Zantac? Well, I didn't know I could take it. So, right after the appointment, Zantac was purchased and I took my first pill that night. Magic! It worked WAY better than tums and is not only a reactive drug, but a preventative one as well. It has been added to my daily medication regimen for at least the next 4 to 5 weeks. Goodbye tums! My days of popping you like candy are over! (Side note, I have a big stock of tums at home, work and in my car. If any one's interested in them, let me know and I'll send them on over.)

I'm "still" toting around my "old" 3GS iPhone. "Old" in the technological sense because I've had it about 2 and a half years. I was holding out for the rumored iPhone 5 but will settle for the new 4GS. I've been putting off choosing a plan and making the purchase as I went to the plan chart once, got confused (baby brain) and just hadn't gone back. I put on my big girl pants this week to face it again....ok not really....Mike pulled up the chart, translated it for my muddy brain and we chose a plan for me and ordered my new phone. Yay! It should be here in a week or so. Just in time to take better phone pics of the new baby and the existing super cute toddler too.

With an infant soon approaching that's going to be waking me at night a lot, I decided I needed to grow out my hair to easily pull it back. Well now, I have just enough hair for a little ponytail. Dylan asked what was on my head the other night and I told him it was a ponytail. The next night he hugged me, patted the back of my hair and asked me "what happened your ponytail?" That little guy is such a little sponge and smart as a whip. It's really a joy to see that learning at work on a daily basis.

Dylan has been starting the kid thing of avoiding bed time. We are starting to hear excuses from "watch tv one more minute" to "I have some water" are popping up. And so it begins. Perfect time to change up his bed time routine with a new "big boy" bed right? That's going to be interesting.

As always, Dylan's a great talker. Lately, he's started this new thing of answering his own question. He'll ask "what's on the tree" and then give you the answer. So, he doesn't need us around for anything more than an audience to his conversation sometime. He also has some cute vocabulary mistakes. I'm not sure how, but in the beginning of Dylan being vocal, granola bars somehow was translated "ba-das." Over a year later, this they are still "ba-das." Around Halloween, as I think I mentioned, he became obsessed with skeletons. However, he called them something that more closely resembling "skelechicken." It's too cute to hear and we find ourselves called them skelechickens too so we can keep hearing his cute pronunciation. He can learn how to say it "right" some day in the future and that will be fine with us. Another cute new development is Dylan's love of "going around and around." What kid doesn't love spinning around? But, instead of getting dizzy, Dylan will fall down and say "I'm busy." It cracks us up!

Here's a quick video that I took of Dylan just before Halloween trying to capture his skelechicken pronunciation. Don't worry, I was at a stop light while filming!

For almost 2 and a half years, we avoided one of those fairly common baby\toddler\kid events. But, this week it finally happened. Dylan pooped in the shower. Yeah, normally that kind of thing happens in the tub but Dylan showers instead. Every morning, Dylan will get in the shower with me, stay in and play for a while solo and then Mike will get in with him. This means he usually showers anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour pretty much every day. Cleanest toddler in the world, right? He loves playing in the shower. Anyway, Friday when I was getting ready for work, Mike and I had both finished our showers and Dylan was still in there by himself. We heard either "I didn't do that" or "don't do that" over and over (not sure which exact phrase was being said). Mike went in to see what was going on. A moment later, Mike came back into the bedroom and said "We have a situation. Dylan pooped in the shower!" My response was "what are you doing in here? You just left him in there with the poop!" Lately, Mike's stomach has been a lot stronger than mine for that kind of thing (I guess it's pregnancy smell sensitivity that's making me wimpy) but for some reason, he couldn't handle this issue. So, I had to handle the "situation." Don't worry though, he got more of the work in the end. I did get Dylan and the poop out, but I had Mike clean (bleach, soap, etc.) the tubby toys and the shower so he got the bulk of the work in the end.

Wouldn't you know it, after 2 and a half years of not having this event, it repeated itself the very next day! Gross! Since another cute habit of Dylan's is to repeat house rules at random times, we've been hearing the phrase "don't poop in the shower" for the last couple of days. Words to live by my friends, words to live by!!!