Who Gave it?

My sons favorite question. It doesnt matter what he sees, whether its a toy or a piece of trash, or a car going down the street. Stewie wants to know "who gave it"

Now does he want to know who gave it to him? Who gave it to us? Who gave it to the world? Who KNOWS. He just wants to know where everything came from. Especially things that are his. Any particular toy, he will ask "who gave it" for the millionth time since hes recieved the toy.
At this point I will say "i dunno dear, who gave it?" and he says "Probbly Daddy?" or gramma or pawpaw or even me. Then when I sigh "yes probably" he asks "At the store??"

Meaning everything he see's must have come from someone in our family, and they must have got it from the store.

One more toddler rant for the moment...

Stewie must ask everyone whos with him the same question and get the same exact answer from all of us.
Say he wants to know where we are going if we are in the car. "where we goin to mom?" "to the store dear"
"where we goin to dad? the store?"
and if I answer again, cuz daddy didnt hear him, all hell breaks loose.
"DADDY WHERE WE GOIN TO? THE STORE??? DADDY!!!!"

Ugh.

The new baby is doing well. Gaining weight like a champ. Thats because shes always on the boob. Ive never known true isolation like i do now.
Whenever I tell someone that every waking moment this kid is nursing, they always exclaim "how great!!! shes going to be so healthy!"

Ok these people bug me lots. I agree that nursing is the best thing in the world for babies. But if i had known that id never be putting this kid down again, I would have bottle fed her like i did Stewie. YES hes retarded, but extremely smart also. Its a toss up.

So along with being stressed out over having this leach on my chest 24/7 and dealing with a crazy need to know it all toddler, (who refuses to use the damn potty btw) I also have to deal with the fact that we cant get back on WIC til november. So I cant get back on my anti depressants until then.
So Im absolutely nuts. Depressed, crazy, stressed, pissed, NUTS.
I have never yelled at, spanked, and punished my poor 2 year old so much as I have since the baby came.

Gosh I wish I could type funny stories like i have in the past. I just got a comment from something I posted in April. I re-read the post and it was absolutely hilarious. How funny I can be sometimes.
Right now im just down right depressing!!