the pieces of my life

Hannah brought her new boyfriend over for brunch last Sunday. Hannah is one of my favorite people and I enjoy spending time with her, and it has nothing to do with the fact that she brings me Peeps. My brother-in-law often brings me Peeps, too. I’m quite fond of my brother-in-law as well.

“You have everyone trained! Halloween rolls around and they all think, ‘Must bring Jenny Peeps!'” Adam said.

“I haven’t trained them well enough,” I complained. “Because at Valentine’s Day, fourth of July, Christmas, and Easter, they should all think ‘Must bring Jenny Peeps!’ as well.”

Some of my other favorite people don’t bring me Peeps. And while all favorite people are created equal, those who bring Peeps are more equal than others.

Halloween candy sucks. Big time! They make those packages so tiny! I mean, how are three Whoppers ever enough? Or one bite of a Milky Way? You need to eat about twelve of them to get a meaningful taste. And that’s half the bag. Like I said, Halloween candy sucks. From now on, it’s Costco-sized candy for me!

The differences between Doodles and Sweetie Pie:
–Doodles was an orange on a toothpick; Sweetie Pie is a pea on a tree trunk (Doodles as a baby was generally in the 5th percentile for length, 20th percentile for weight, and 75th percentile for head size; Sweetie’s head size is in the 25th percentile, but she’s in the 90th percentile for both weight and length)
–For Doodles, the swing was the magic sleeping swing of love. For Sweetie Pie, my baby carrier is the magic baby carrier of love.
–By now, Doodles had lost most of his hair; Sweetie Pie’s hair is only getting longer.
–Both were/are into the side of their hands. Doodles sucked on his voraciously until he found his first finger; whenever her hand accidentally strays near her mouth, Sweetie Pie goes to town.

The similarities between Doodles and Sweetie Pie:
–Both had serious hair when they were born.
–Both actively disliked their father at some point (Sweetie Pie currently screams bloody murder when Adam holds her; Doodles used to do the same)
–Neither one could/can stand a pacifier. Doodles wouldn’t put up with it and Sweetie Pie wails and screams every time I come within two feet of her with a pacifier. (Why do I want her to take a pacifier? Two reasons: 1) Current thinking is that sleeping with a pacifier helps prevent SIDS and 2) I hate having my breast used as a pacifier all night.)
–Both were/are the cutest babies ever (sorry to all my mom friends out there, but you know how it is!)

The best thing about keeping this blog is having a written record to throw back into Adam’s face. “Doodles never cried like that!” he said, desperately trying to console Sweetie Pie. (Yeah, remember November 2003?) “Doodles didn’t have any issues with me!” he complains as Sweetie Pie calms down the second he hands her to me. And I can just point to the archives and say, “Um, hello??” Amazing how quickly you forget those first few months. Sweetie Pie’s first few weeks are already a real blur. Time to get on the ball with baby #3. (Do you hear that piercing noise? It’s Adam shrieking, “Nooooooo!”)