Have you met Serena? She's met a few of you in person as well as on instagram. She's the newest addition to our family. Well actually she's been in a box in the basement for a few years now. That is, until Elliot spotted her and with instant affection for this doll, asked if she could have her. I couldn't say no.
She loves Serena for a number of reasons. Most of which we don't understand. Serena is a big girl who can stand by herself. She also plays music, which is a bit of a thrill. Elliot has this beautiful heart that just loves deeply. I pray in all seriousness that she maintains this innocence towards things and see's past what the world will tell you is ugly (or terrifying in Serena's case).
Because let me tell you something, Hollywood makes movies about dolls like Serena. Serena came with a baby and as you play the music Serena is supposed to 'rock' the baby. But, being a few decades old some of her joints if you want to call them that have loosened up. Her body now swivels around. It just spins. We've also crazy glued her legs on (after Elliot spent the night with Serena's body and both legs separately in bed we thought that maybe we should). She is just a creepy girl. And Elliot loves her. She also gets a lot of attention for her-one day she'll get it, but for now I think she thinks that everyone just loves Serena as much as she does. Bless her heart.
Today Elliot wanted to bring Serena with her to show my midwife (there's always a public element to things like this). Elliot proudly shows the midwife Serena. Bennett follows suit and shows his nee-nee. Which is his beloved monkey-blanky. Nee-Nee is disgusting. Nee-Nee is heavy from hanging out in Ben's mouth 90% of the time. I had to wonder if the state of my home was in question. I had a meeting right after this appointment and again Ellie and Ben proudly display their beloveds. The woman we met with graciously (and hilariously) carried the doll who carried the nee-nee around the office. Ha! The kids were beaming.
That was our morning. This afternoon I lost my phone somewhere in Dollarama...after saying out loud to the kids that I better not leave my phone on a shelf! Someone thankfully turned it in to an employee, but it set me back and I had to be somewhere and didn't get the coffee I was 'needing'. It was almost enough to make this hormonal pregnant woman cry. I held it together. But then proceeded to leave my phone at the next destination. UGH. My brain.
Now, let me recap dinner. I ate my dinner ice-cold and it took 50 minutes to eat. Bennett (a week potty trained) made 5 trips to the bathroom and one to the hallway. Elliot just one, but it was poo so it involved me being needed. That's 7 bathroom trips, all of which involved my presence and help...at dinner.
Bennett starts it all off with a false poop alarm. But there were skid marks, so I said take the underwear off and just wear your shorts. The next one I told him to go by himself and get on the toilet (which he can). But instead, he accidentally locked himself in the bathroom and pooped his pants. So gross. Diaper on-because it's getting close to bedtime and we wear one for bed, so I was saving myself some work and being proactive. Then he had to pee, he drags the potty into the hall (?), I take off his diaper and then get yelled at because he needs privacy. Next we have another false poop alarm. Same time Elliot has to go-downstairs she goes, which means I'm on wipe duty (that's gotta stop soon right?!). Then Bennett has to go again, this time he goes. Diaper back on. Done. Nope, one more pee. Oh my stars! I'm supposed to be eating dinner here people!! I'm tired. Plus, I'm large. Getting up-especially at the end of a long day is a feat! That also doesn't include the other half dozen times I had to get up just for the regular requests.
My hands are raw from the washing. My nerves, well, they're always kinda raw.
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