It's a New Year

If our Christmas was low key, our New Year's was positively dead. We ushered in the new year by putting on sweatpants, ordering  a ton of chicken wings and falling asleep on the couch. The champagne I made Bruce buy never even got opened. For me, 2011 was a pretty good year. We moved out of the city apartment and into a suburban house. We welcomed Wren into our family and she is possibly the sweetest baby ever, Seriously. She's cutting new teeth and her only reaction is extra snuggling and occasional crankiness which is alleviated by extra nursing. She's been on the boob so much I woke up soaking wet and smelling like a dairy farm for the first time in ages. And of course having Wren meant that instead of going in to work, I got to stay at home with her, Calder and Bruce for three months. Of course not everything was perfect. My cat died and Bruce transitioned into a not so on purpose life as a stay at home dad leaving us with much less money than I would normally be comfortable with. I would link all this stuff but that is just too much work. My lazy is always constant.

Instead, some pointless resolutions. Not only do I expect to break most of them, I am in fact already breaking one as I write. I'll let you guess which one.

1. Lose weight/do real exercise. Not in some, "I need to be skinny" way but more in the "I need to fit into clothes I already own way." Basically I need to stop eating like I am simultaneously carrying a set of twins and breastfeeding another and do something more strenuous than kicking Calder's ass at Kids Dance 2.
2. Get better at picture taking. I just found out I won a free year's membership to Clickin' Moms from a giveaway on BabyRabies. I'll never be able to afford a fancypants camera so I may as well use this chance to learn to use the one I have.  
3. Sew more. I have managed to make sewing a more than once a year activity but I'm pretty sure I haven't completed a thing from my last crafty to-do post. I have turned into my mom what with the starting of projects and not finishing them. And by starting I mean buying the fabric and telling people what I intend to make with it. You should see her closet full of late 80s/early 90s knit prints. I myself am building up a pretty significant scrap heap since I have started bringing home cheap fabric remnants like so many injured baby animals.
4. Learn to deal with Calder better. I swear the boy dedicates a significant portion of his energies towards making me lose my goddam mind. Bedtime is still problematic and simply saying "no" to him can unleash a special kind of hell. There's hitting, biting and screaming involved. Every time. I realize this is more my failure as a parent than it is any fault of Calder's but some time I just wish he'd be more normal. I know kids can be difficult at his age but if this were normal, no one would have children. I try really, really hard to remain calm with him but there are times when I am just too tired or stressed and end up yelling like a crazy person. And the fact is, I am tired and stressed A LOT. As such I have become a screamy, yelly crazy person whom I don't particularly like. This needs to be corrected.
5. Post more. Ahahaha just kidding. That would be like I am trying to set myself up to fail.