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Our somewhat sucky V. Day

Sorry, there won't be any pictures of Olivia in her dress. You'll just have to take my word for it that she was adorable. She even had red and pink heart tights to match! Actually, the reason we don't have pictures was the start of the sucky part of my Valentine's Day. Note to single friends: just because you are married/have a boyfriend does not mean Valentines Day=wonderfully romantic night.

We had a nice dinner-- waited forever for a table-- but it was nice. James took me to Starbucks after, which of course makes any night wonderful, and when we got home, we were already to take pictures of Olivia, but we smelled something stinky. James took her to the changing table to change her, saying that she must have farted because there was nothing in her diaper. He wiped her off and got another diaper, but when he pulled off the old one, poop flew all over the place. I guess it was just far up the back of her. So, we're trying to clean up, and she pees everywhere, as in all over the dress. So he put her in the tub, and I'm trying to clean up the pea. She saw me come into the bathroom to wet a rag, and she began screaming "mama! mama!" from the tub. James immediately wants me to take over. I said, "no, I'm cleaning" and he got mad and told me I was lazy and not thinking of her! Me, lazy? No sir! I get up with her a gazillion times a night and rarely complain, I still nurse her a lot, I make homemade Organic baby food, take her playgroups, for walks, etc. Lazy? Don't think so. Oh, and I clean better, which is why I wanted to be the one to sanitize where the pee and poop went.

Later, he explained that he thought if I should've taken over to make her feel better, but I explained that I can't come every.single.time. He is her other--and very capable-- parent and I was in the middle of something. Besides, it wouldn't have helped anyway because she didn't want me, she wanted out of the tub. She does this about once a week when she's tired. She cries and cries in the tub (even when I'm the one bathing her) because she wants to crawl around instead of sit in a tub. But he didn't think that's what she wanted, and I thought I was right because I always am. I'm the mommy. I know all. Kidding, but I know it wouldn't have helped for me to come over there, because she'd just scream for me to pick her up.

What ensued was a ridiculous arguement that probably could've been used for a comedy act script. We finally made up around 4:00 when I got up to nurse the baby and he reached over and started rubbing my back while I nursed in our bed.

Me: Um, what are you doing???

Him: Rubbing your back.

Me: Why? You think I'm lazy and a terrible mother. Don't touch me until we talk about it and you're sorry!

So we talked about it, he apologized, and things returned to normal.

Still, V. day was kind of sucky. No sex, no eating the strawberries and drinking white wine I bought, no opening presents (that happened today). Sucky sucky.

Oh well. Life goes on. We were overdue for a fight.

Anyway, Grey's comes on soon. Yahooooooooo! Should be interesting. I wish I'd finished Season 2 though. I'm about halfway through. I'm at the part where McDreamy got back together with his wife and I'm DYING to know when/how they broke up and when he and Meredith got back together!!! Just tell me this, did it happen last season or this season? Because if it was this season and I missed it, DAMN!

Anyone think McSteamy looks a bit like Leonardo DiCaprio?

Oh, and this morning, I get this text msg from my friend B:

"I wanted to send you something hot and sexy, but I couldn't fit in your mailbox."

He's way too much. At least a man said something sexy to me for Valentine's Day, even if he is gay!

Nighty night!

Posted by Hannah at February 15, 2007 08:27 PM