I got book one of the Twilight saga on Friday. Sunday I got book two. Yesterday I got books three and four.
I think I have a problem.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about then you probably haven’t been in a book store recently.
The series is actually a teen series and I felt just a tad bit foolish when I put book one on the conveyor belt at Target. I actually put the book cover down in an attempt to hide the book.
Pathetic much?
Since Cara goes to bed at seven and we don’t have cable, I’ve been reading at night while Tucker does his homework.
We head off to bed about nine or so and Oliver is asleep the whole time.
Now a normal mother would be sleeping while her newborn was asleep. No sane person would sit up and read until 2am. But, that’s exactly what I did last night.
Tucker had a project due today and he was up so I stayed up. And Oliver slept.
When Oliver wasn’t asleep [he woke up for about 30 minutes] he was hanging out on the Boppy on my lap just looking around.
Tucker and I both decided that we’re waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop when it comes to Oliver and his lack of bitching. We both agreed that I probably jinxed us by writing about what an “easy” baby he is. So, when you start reading about how Ollie cries all of the time and I can’t get him to shut up you’ll know that my blog post from yesterday caused it. 😉
On a totally unrelated subject – actually I guess it’s still related since it’s about Oliver and Cara – I took the kids to the mall by myself.
That’s right, folks. Me and two kids under two. By myself. At the mall.
That should show you just how much I had to have book three in the Twilight series.
Cara rode in her kickass green stroller and I carried Oliver and we mozied around Barnes and Noble. Cara did
pretty well until we got to Starbucks and the new guy there took FOREVER to get people’s orders to them. Cara started loosing her shit and I was worried that she was gonna have a run away fit with me holding Oliver. That would have been tons of fun.
Since Barnes and Noble was out of book three, we had to trek down to Target at the other end of the mall.
Cara selected a kickass orange Halloween throw and I got my book. Happy times.
By the time we got out of Target, Oliver was a very hungry child.
There’s this cool play area right outside of Target and it was empty so I took the opportunity to run the crap out of Cara while I fed Oliver. It was nice to sit there, feed the man child and watch the girl child wear herself out.
Unfortunately, when we left the play area Cara was determined that I would carry her instead of carrying the newborn. I looked just a tad bit ridiculous lugging a two year old on my hip with a newborn in the stroller.
By the time I got home I had to take a couple of Tylenol since I had definitely overdone it.
Stupid surgery.
And Oliver’s cord stump freaks me out.
Just thought I’d share.
