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We had Atticus' 2 month well baby checkup today.

It's a roll of the dice whether Lily will be good or not. Today was a big fat NOT. I wore Atticus in my sling so I could wrangle Lily better and navigate her through the parking lot. We made it in, and Atticus was fussy in the sling, thinking he was going to nurse. Lily was ever curious of the other children in the waiting room. I took Atticus out and helped Lily take her coat off. She then preceded to take her shoes off. She only got one off when they called us to the back. With the help of the nurse we got Lily in the room. To sum everything up, in 30 mins. she got both shoes off, escaped the room 3 times, and gracefully flung herself to the ground 5 times. Most in the walk to the car. I actually left her in the hospital lobby because she would not get up from the ground. I think that was the only effective thing that worked. I had to decompress by taking some scenic pictures afterward. I have come to the conclusion that 2 year olds are a little bipolar. One minute she's sweet and so cooperating the next she's peeling the wallpaper off and screaming. I kid you not about the wallpaper. At grandma's one day we looked over and saw her clawing the walls. wtf!

Dear god

I am sitting here ever oblivious to what is going on around me. My husband is watching t.v. and a commercial about valentines day comes on. He says "Oh great, now I get to hear you bitch about how you've never had a good valentines day...blah blah blah" I just slowly look up and watch him throw this weird little hissy fit. Then he goes, "What would you even want?". I told him "How about you forget it if it's this big of a deal to you." He precedes to say well if we even have enough money. I just couldn't keep my mouth shut. I had to precede with this stupidity. I told him how he never seems to have money each year. If maybe he planned ahead things would be cheaper than you know, the day of or before Valentines day.

So the conversation stops. I continue browsing the internet and stumble upon some vintage inspired lockets. I said "I know what I want, can you spend $20?"

His response. "We'll just have to see what my next check is like."

Dear god, I am going to kill my husband.

that is all.