Sunday, December 30, 2012

Understanding Makeup

Johnny has become very interested in my makeup. I don't often wear anything more than eyeliner, but he very attentively watches me while I apply it and maybe some lipgloss. I will often put chapstick ("lickstick") on him and Lucy, but explain that everything else in my little makeup bag is for grown up ladies. 

Back in October when he got his haircut at the incredibly overpriced kids salon, we were in the waiting area playing with the train table along with all the fancy families also waiting for their fancy overpriced haircuts.  One grandma in particular there with her grandson was what one might call "handsome" except that she really laid it on thick with the makeup.  I'm talking thick foundation, eyeshadow, mascara, blush, red lipstick, the works.  The result was less than beautiful, but not quite scary.

Johnny stood and studied her face for just the longest time and I started getting kind of nervous wondering what was about to come of it.  When he got his eyeful, he walked over to where I was standing, looked up at me and nodded his head very solemnly and just said "Glowm-upp lay-dees."

Sunday, December 2, 2012

At This Point...

I write here so infrequently that even when I want to write something I don't because I feel like it's been too long to even pick it back up.  I mean, there was fall.  I have a million pictures of apple picking and pumpkin picking and costumes and whatnot. It makes me feel BAD that I haven't documented any of that.  And yet.  Today I think I decided that I don't really care.  I don't really have to catch you up with everything that's been going on, right? We can just start from now?

And now.  It's interesting now.  I'm kind of at a place where I'm not sure where I'm going, but I'm sure I have to make some changes.  That sounds awfully dramatic, doesn't it?  Basically my schedule is so full that I hardly ever have time to see friends and just hang out.  And that is the kind of thing that makes my life easier and more fun and just better.  I've discovered that my over-full schedule is super unfulfilling.

I'm in a Bible study that meets weekly. I've liked this study, and one of the things I've learned is that I have to let go of some of the stuff cluttering my calendar to focus more on some other (different)(really important) things.  Ironically, I think Bible study is going to be one of the things to go after the current study ends! For the moment, anyway.

Lucy now goes to preschool three days a week because I got so sick of her asking every single day if she could pleeeeaaaase go to school. So she now goes Monday, Wednesday, Thursday.  Going into it, I think "Man, three whole hours of FREEDOM!" and then I drop Lu off, do one thing and it's time to pick her up again. It's like it morphs from forever to an instant as soon as I leave the parking lot.  Weird.


I work two evenings a week from 6-9.  It makes for weird afternoon/dinner/bedtime routines for the kids and making dinner and getting ready is always a challenge. The Bubba is able to be home by 5:30 (and then work from home after bedtime) on nights that I work, so I have to be ready and run out the door as soon as I hear his key in the lock.  But I love it. It gets me out and doing intelligent things, I love the people I work with, I love my students. It's also one of the only things I do ALONE. I drive there ALONE in the car. Sometimes I stop at the grocery store on the way home ALONE. This is one of the very few things that're sticking around.


Then there's the church commission of which I am chair. This is my third year as part of the commission, and the second year that I've been an inadvertent chairwoman. It's got to go. It's a fair amount of work and I just REALLY don't feel like it's what I should be doing right now.  I have two biggish projects I'm working on in January and February, and then I can let this go too.

There's the sweet boy I babysit.  I came to the really hard decision that I just can't watch him anymore after the holidays. He and Johnny are only 6 months apart (he's 13mo, J's 19mo) and they're at the point where they are going 100 miles an hour in opposite directions.  It's impossible to get out.  No, not impossible, it's just not much FUN for anyone. Even the 10 minutes of preschool drop-off/pick-up on Wednesday is just this side of abject suckage. God bless mothers of twins - especially with other kids with needs to be met. It's wicked hard.

Lucy's soccer ended, thank everything. Two times a week with practice and games was a lot, and though Lucy LOVED it with all caps, it always conflicted with Johnny's tired/cranky schedule and it was never easy to get there and be there and have it be fun for everyone.  I mean, the games were Friday evenings at 6:30.  Bedtime is 7 'round these parts. I'd do it again or something similar, but I don't think I can compromise on the timing like that unless I'm sure that I'll have some help from the Bubba.

Which brings me to a related but different thread to this conversation.  The Bubba and I have been knocking around the idea that we don't like our lifestyle right now.  Unfortunately, that's such a Big Thought for us, we've been sitting on it for a few months.  Basically, we've come to the agreement that the Bubba's work schedule is too crazy.  I mean, we always knew it was crazy and he works so much all the time and TOO much a lot of the time, but then with the more recent bout of 75/80 hour workweeks and the travel, well, it just made sense that his work schedule might not be awesome.  To the tune maybe even of Something Has to Change.  That, too, is way too Big a Thought for us, so now we're stewing on that.  I don't know what it means yet.  I don't think anything as drastic as switching jobs or moving or whathaveyou is on the table just yet.  Just more of How Can We Make This More Manageable?  Because the Bubba LOOOOVES his job. Loves it. Gets excited about it and takes it personally and loves it (when he doesn't hate it because he's taking it personally). But there were some instances of his being bummed because he feels sometimes like he has to choose between doing his job and seeing his kids. And even more instances of me planning our lives with absolutely no regard for what the Bubba is doing because I can pretty safely assume he won't be around.  That basically stinks for everybody. To add to the confusion, the Bubba is maybe looking at a promotion at the end of this year.

But the point, I guess, is that we are open to any new opportunities that may arise including things that may open up abroad. We started doing an online tutorial thing-y to learn Mandarin just for fun.  So there's that.

Anyway. Hopefully I can start from scratch with a clear schedule after the new year and things will be a little easier for everybody around here.  The Bubba and I have to make another date to revisit How Things Are and What We Can Do About It.  Maybe in January.  I'm just hoping for less crazy and more manageable.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

First haircut

You send in a baby...


And you leave with a KID.  

Who eats lollipops.

Friday, September 21, 2012

New Round of Projects

I've sort of been cheating on knitting for the instant gratification of the sewing machine.  It might be wrong, but it just feels so gooooood.

I've been working on a fall wardrobe for my baby girl.  So far, we have a couple of dresses, a jacket, and I'm currently working on a pair of corduroys.  Add leggings and a sweater/sweatshirt or two and it's everything Lucy will need!

This is a recycled shirt of the Bubba's. I modified this pattern.

Play dress. I'm not sure I love the V-neck on my 4 year old?
Maybe I'm just so used to seeing her in crew neck everything, but the V looks so grown up...
I made up the pattern for this one.
This is from the summer, but she'll be sporting it with a sweatshirt, I'm sure.
It's a favorite. I used an acutal pattern for this one!





















This is an experiment gone very right.  I wanted to figure out how to make something reversible, wanting to do a bright corduroy (or something) jacket, so I bought this fabric to make a template with since it was on super sale.

I made up the pattern.  It turned out so cute and cozy, I might not even make the corduroy one!
And, you can't *really* sew without at least trying your hand at quilting, right?

This was my first try.  It's ok. I learned a lot in the making of it.


 So then I made this one in an hour glass pattern for a friend's new baby, Thea. I did a way better job, and I just love the way it turned out.


I made my own applique with fusible interfacing and zig-zag stitched it on.


























I haven't COMPLETELY stopped knitting.  I'm working on a hooded sweater jacket with toggles for Johnny. Something like this pattern, but I'm kind of winging it with some super soft grey yarn... (Poor second-child/boy-child. It's so much more FUN to outfit a girl!)  The Bubba just laid some pinstriped pants to rest, so I'm looking forward to salvaging what I can to try to make Johnny some pinstriped overalls with them!

After I'm done with these couple of things I'm not sure what I'll do with myself.  Everyone will have a full wardrobe.  

Wait.  What am I saying?  It'll be Christmas next!

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Photo-Heavy Vacation Recap!

This year we had our first ever family vacation!


Every year we try to make it back to Wisconsin to visit family at least once, but it's getting so expensive and the Bubba has been working so crazy much we decided this year that an actual honest-to-goodness family vacation was in order instead.  I suggested Hawaii for two weeks without the children.  We ended up in San Diego with the wee ones, and it couldn't have been better.

We stayed in a one bedroom condo on Mission Beach that we found on VRBO that was equipped with a click-clack type futon, a pack-n-play and beach toys. We bought food to grill, we enjoyed the beach view from the deck, the kids slept well. It was perfect.

Stuff we did:

THE BEACH 
We basically went straight from the airport to the beach with a quick change at  the condo.




As my Bubba was playing with the kids, digging and running from the waves, I was thinking "Weird... when is the last time I watched my husband play with our kids?" THAT is the kind of work schedule he's had.  The kind where he might not see the kids for a couple days at a time.  Or he goes to work at 5am and gets home in time to kiss the kids goodnight at 7.  Every day of the week.  Oooooh, we so needed this time together.  Any spare moment we weren't up to something else, we were at the beach.

SAW FRIENDS

I got to visit with Shelby!  The internets have introduced me to the nicest friends.

We met at the first Blathering in 2009


SEAWORLD



We spent two days at SeaWorld mostly because Lucy got overwhelmed the first day and couldn't stay longer than a couple of hours.  I realized something important about Lucy's personality on this trip.  I mean, I've *known* that she gets crazy overwhelmed sometimes, but when we were doing so much go-go-go on this trip and experiencing new things, I realized that she needs frequent short breaks to assimilate stuff going on.  It ended up being about every 2 hours that she needed a quiet spot, no one talking to her, nothing to do or look at, and a drink or a snack.  Just 10 minutes or so of mental rest, and then she was back to loving exploring, but until she got a little break from the action she was just miserable.
Lucy took this pic




Seeing Shamu



THE ZOO

Man, the zoo is something else.  We concentrated on just seeing the animals that are not at Seattle's zoo and we were still there for 7+ hours.  We loved the aviaries.  And the Skyfari.  And everything else about the zoo.  Really awesome.

Lucy always had her camera at the ready





















THE ZOO SAFARI PARK

Just north of San Diego the zoo has a safari park with animals in huge natural habitats instead of small cages which was also really cool.

Of course, the highlight for Lucy was the carousel!
Feeding Lorikeets
Lucy also got to feed the Lorikeets. They loved her!  After a minute, she was all, "I'm done!" so I took the little cup of nectar that they eat.  Well.  Let me tell you that my four year old is twice as brave as I was and those Lorikeets are creepy ass creatures with their pokey dinosaur feet and thick grey tongues sticking out.  It was awful.  My Bubba can't think about it without laughing hysterically and saying again and again "I wish we had gotten a picture of YOU and the birds!"


Look at her! SMILING ABOUT IT. Ugh.


 THE USS MIDWAY

This Navy aircraft carrier turned museum was awesome.  They had all kinds of different planes on display, some of which we could crawl in the cockpit and pretend to fly!  Totally cool.  Johnny was in the Ergo on my back and he kept yelling "BLUE! WHITE! AIRPLANE! TOUCH IT!" The whole time we wandered around.  He just wanted to push every. button. ever.

"TOUCH IT!"


One of the docents, a retired navy pilot himself, suggested that Johnny would be a flyboy.  I joked that I'd rather he go to college in his hometown and settle into a nice, safe CPA career.  Said the docent, "Spoken like a mother."



After my miscarriage, I feel like my hormones were not quite regulated yet, and weird things were emotional for me.  Like Shamu.  During the One World show I just blubbered through the whole thing, "What an amazing creature, and how many hours went into the training and how can something like that even EXIST and we have such a CREATIVE Creator!"  Or the  Chinese acrobat show at the Zoo.  It was a group of about ten acrobats, all under 20 I'd say, that did such amazing things!  There was a sitting-on-a-unicycle-throwing-bowls-with-his-foot-catching-it-on-his-head guy and foot juggling girl and some other just jaw dropping things.  And again the whole way through I'm blinking tears thinking "These kids have worked so HARD! Look at the amazing thing they've accomplished! Their parents must be SO PROUD."  Or the USS Midway, I walked in and was overcome by the people who died flying planes off aircraft carriers like this.  What a basket case!!  Even moments after, of course, I thought my reaction was funny, but man, hormones are crazy-making things, aren't they?  My poor Bewildered Bubba of the Perpetual Back-Patting.  HA!

On the whole, the trip was just lovely.  We packed every day with fun and fell into bed exhausted at the end of it.  I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Coming Down

I've been sitting on this post for a while, not exactly sure I should publish it.  The clincher is this: I have stories from vacation to share with you (funny ones, even!) that you will only understand if you know the back story.  So.  Here you go...
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I was pregnant in the end of July.  I knew right away.  I felt all the things you feel when you're first pregnant. Kind of cautious-stomached, kind of tired-slow-moving, but not full-blown first-trimester bleh yet. After having done it twice before, I was just so sure.  A week and a half later I took a test and my knowing was shareable with my husband and my mom who was visiting at the time.  And the Bubba and I went through all the "Wow.  Ok.  Three.  That's kind of a big deal.  Huh.  Ok...  Yeah.  We can do this.  Three!  Wow!  Yeah!  High five!  Woo!"

And then two-thirds of the way through August I wasn't pregnant anymore.  Just like that.

I started spotting.  I thought "No problem!  Implantation!  I think it's too late for that, but WHATEVER, THAT'S WHAT IT IS!"  But it wasn't.  I lost the baby.  The baby that we had just gotten our brains around.

What just happened?  This is something that happens to OTHER people.  Not me.

Of course my first thought was "I ran a 10k on Saturday." and "I wasn't sure about this at first." It's my fault.  I did something to bring this on. I did something wrong. Which wrong thing was it?  I'll go through the litany and analyze them all.  And along with all of those thoughts of guilt (which I sort of expected and was able to keep from getting too out of control) came this strong feeling of shame.  I was so embarrassed.  So embarrassed that it took some working up to even tell my husband.  I felt like I should have kept the pregnancy to myself and then no one would even know, I would never have to admit this.

So after admitting to the four people who knew, I carried on pretending that nothing happened. Except that after the shame started wearing away, I started feeling much more plain old sadness.  It was early, but it was a loss.  A disappointment.  And there were hormones involved.  I am sad, but I'm also afraid.  What if it happens again?  What if I can't get/stay pregnant ever again? What if the kids I have are it?  Is this my whole family?  (I know full well how incredibly blessed I am to have the two amazing babies who are snoring softly in the next room.)

Then from sadness and fear to helplessness.  Ah, helplessness -- I've come around a little to realize that something happened to me.  Not something I did.  Not anything I could help.  It was a THING outside of my control.

So, at this point, I think I DO want people to know.  I mean, I've let go of (most of) the shame by now. If you're part of my life, I share most everything with you, anyway. It happened. It was a bummer. You support me. (Thanks for that.)

I also realized that I could use prayers.  I could use some lifting up.  Isn't it always after the fact that I realize I should have asked for some help? In this moment of sadness and disappointment and fear, I'm having a hard time imagining that I will ever be pregnant again.  I know everything will work out, but right now I wouldn't mind at all being in your prayers.

And I need you to know why I can't show super-excitement for your pregnancy right this very second.  I want you to know why I'm kind of sad holding your six-week old baby.  I want you to know that I really am over the moon that you had an ultrasound today, but I just can't be part of the celebration yet. I'm still getting over the fact that it's not me.

I just need a minute, and then I'll be dancing with you again.


Thursday, September 13, 2012

The First Day

Lucy started pre-k this week.  


We missed the first week because we were vacationing in San Diego, but I thought the vacation post can wait. You need to see pictures of my great big four-year-old thrilled to be going off to her last year before kindergarten.

This outfit that she's wearing?  She picked it out herself.  At the store.  And the dress and pants were in two different sections.  How could I possibly not buy it? It was the very first time she's ever shown an interest in what she was wearing other than "It's not comfortable!"  Going shopping with her was actually a little bit fun that time.

She's going to school two days a week at the same neighborhood Christian preschool that she attended last year.  It's so dang convenient, only six blocks away from our house, and there are only a handful of other kids in her class.  I didn't connect with her teachers like I did with last year's, but I figure it's not the first time I won't want to invite my kids' teachers home with me.  However, I think Lucy feels at least a little bit the same way because she was looking at some pictures from last year and she said with a sigh, "I really liked being in Ms. Heidi's room."  But this year she gets to do some cooking and some Science Projects, and there's a Math Station and a Reading Station.  Kind of a big deal for a nerd born from nerds, you know?


I'm torn because two days a weeks seems like plenty to me to have to drop off and pick up and stay close to home for 3 hours, and yet, I think Lucy is so mature in so many ways I think she'd benefit from being at school three days a week. I feel like school LIMITS us. The timeframe, I mean.  We live in such a weirdly placed part of Seattle that getting anywhere takes a longish time and I can't do much between dropoff and pickup except maybe go to the grocery store. Or the library.  Neither of which are particularly fun with a 17 month old hell bent on destruction.  So I go home from drop off and get a couple things done.  John wanders mournfully around saying, "Lulu go. Cool.  Dadeee go. Wuurk."  Like, "Man, I wish there were somebody fun to hang out with right now."  Can I do that three days a week?  I don't know. Another thing that plays into in is the baby that I take care of. I have him Wednesday and Thursday now, so that means I have to have my act together and get errands done on Mon/Tues if it happens at all. Would it happen if preschool was those days?  Ah well, I guess it's not worth the fretting.  I'd be better to just see how things go in the next month or so. 

Lucy is thrilled to be in the big pre-k rooms, her besties are in her class with her, and all is right with her little world.






Monday, August 20, 2012

And Just Like That...

...my baby turned four years old.


We've been hearing a lot of "Four year olds are really good at _______ (cartwheels, running so fast, jumping over laundry piles, etc)" and then Lucy will show us how spectacular her four year old self is at that particular skill.  On her birthday she requested strawberry cake and strawberry frosting.  I let her take a fingerful of frosting to taste and nodded her head and half closed her eyes and said "Oh, yeah. Four year olds like strawberries."

Her actual birthday was kind of boring; we had cake and she got a couple of little things to open from Mom and Dad (her big present was her new bike with training wheels that we gave her in June).  But, I did try to fill our week with stuff.  We got to go sit in a fire engine and talk to some fire fighters on Wednesday.


On Friday, Lucy had an awesome pizza party at a nearby park complete with good friends and chef hats and mustaches. Lucy had a blast.

At the last minute, my mom decided to come from Wisconsin for Lu's birthday party, so we've been doing some intensive hanging out for the last two weeks.  Lucy and Johnny have been in Grandma heaven.


 There may be some major spoilage going on around here too.  My Llama is the queen of things like getting faces painted at the zoo and picking up "just a little something" at the toy store like once a day.  My kids are going to need a month of spankings to recover.

At her 4 year well child visit, Lucy's trajectory is still a centimeter above the growth charts.  She's 44 inches tall and 40 pounds.  The girl got all of the Bubba's tall skinny genes.  She's fitting fine lengthwise into size 5 and even 5/6 things, but you could fit three of her inside them.  Leggings and t-shirts is where it's at.  She also negotiated getting her vaccinations next year when she's bigger "and ready for  kindergarten school." I mean, seriously. If, as a four year old, you can talk your way out of getting shots with the doctor by giving actual relevant information? Genius.

I made Lucy promise that she'd still be my baby before I would allow her to turn four, but I love the big girl she is. She's reading more and writing more and making up really cool imaginary scenarios. She's funny and makes observations that surprise me. She's also talking back more creatively and using her negotiation skills (see above) when it comes to me telling her to do anything, but we won't dwell on that right now.

Four is so big. And so fun.


Friday, July 6, 2012

The Week that Summer Actually Started

Man, this has been an awesome week. And I'm not even being facetious. In fact I might even mean that literally. Oh, what? You want a litany of the awesomeness with pictures? Well, I aim to please...

The awesomeness started last Friday when my Bubba took me to an anniversary dinner at this little Italian restaurant where we ordered a bottle of wine and an accordion player stopped by our table every so often.  With each glass of wine it got easier to pretend we were back in Europe. We talked briefly about the possibility of going to work abroad again with our little family. Slim (don't freak out moms of us!). But it was fun to dream.
At night, with the flash, after a bottle of wine 

Then Saturday was a fun cookout where we got to meet a new member of our friend group - little Sydney was born at the end of May and it was so nice to cuddle a squishy new baby!

On Sunday I got to meet Lisa and her sweet family!  Who is just as wonderful in person as you might expect. Of course I didn't take any photos of us - you'll have to go see her site to see how lovely we are together. I did, however get a thousand blurry pics of the kids. They didn't stop moving long enough for me to capture the moment. All of my photos look something like this:


Basically, they had an awesome time burning some energy together, and Lisa and I didn't stop chatting for an hour or so.  Win/win.

Monday was our actual seven year anniversary and the Bubba surprised be by coming home early! (By now you should know with all of my complainy woe-is-me-my-husband-is-always-working posts that this happens VERRRRY rarely.) And he was home just in time to go with me to the Mac store to get him a new phone because somehow in the three hours that I borrowed his phone on Sunday I managed to shatter the screen. So, happy anniversary! Here's $200 for your broken phone!  It's ok. He still loves me.  And he gave me copper earrings to boot.  He got a new phone and a fancy wool suit.

The Bubba took the day OFF on Tuesday (again, so! rare!) (but ended up going in to work for 4 hours anyway.) He went to the zoo with us! And it was fun!

There are new piglets

Wednesday Bubba worked a little again, but then we rode bikes to the park, had a picnic lunch, took naps, played outside,
did yard work, picked a hundred thousand golden berries from our bushes, picked five cups of sour cherries from our tree,
got out the sprinkler and squirt guns, fired up the grill, ate four thousand calories in hotdogs and hamburgers and taco dip and chips and salad.



We were so effective at wearing the kids out that Lucy couldn't even make it to watch the fireworks on TV that started at EIGHT O'CLOCK.  I'll call that another win.

Thursday I had to take Lucy to get an entire new wardrobe and shoes because the kid grows like whoa. T-shirts from last year are now belly shirts. Swimsuits are, um, shall we say uncomfortable in the rear. Shorts are so short it's embarrassing. Lucy is 43.75 inches tall and 40 pounds. I am at a loss trying to find a swimsuit that fits her length that isn't huge around. Oh the TRIALS I must FACE.

Today the kids and I are headed to a fancy private beach with friends for playing and picnicking and general sunning and funning.

Man, I love summer so huge.


Monday, June 4, 2012

Regression, etc.

So of course I'm breaking my months-long silence to complain here about sleep.  Oh man, I don't remember the 13 month sleep regression with Lucy. Maybe I blocked it out. But it's sooooooo baaaaaaaad! The boy will get up at about 1am and then just BE UP until 4ish. Toddler insomnia. Crabby toddler insomnia. Do. Not. Like. I mean, I've got stuff to DO during the day. Like entertain a three-year-old.

In other Johnny news, he's eating like never before and I've had to go through and replace all of the clothes that I just replaced 4 weeks ago because they no longer fit. Even the shoes. I swear if we didn't have such generous friends who have given us clothes for his little body, we'd go broke trying to keep clothed and shod.  I had to rummage through our boxes of hand-me-downs this evening for 18-24 month stuff because I was forcing the poor kid's too-long legs into 12 month jammies and the Bubba finally told me I had to stop that.

And thank goodness for baby consignment shops. Today I found little FootKinetic sandals that squeak with each step. I can see it getting obnoxious, but the $6 was so totally worth it just to see Johnny walking around and around in circles equal parts trying to figure out where the squeaking was coming from and not wanting to stop walking and therefore stop the squeaking. Comedic gold. Lucy and I of course just sat here and laughed at him.

Lucy finished preschool last week. So of course she's asking me when her next preschool day is. How to explain summer break to a three-year-old? Not easy. I've been trying to come up with some sort of schedule for her - the girl so needs structure! - so I've got the Children's museum, zoo, parks, etc. to fill in the days.  Today we got to meet Sid the Science Kid at the children's museum.  Lucy was excited yet embarrassed, but then totally gave Sid a high five and took a picture with him. I was super proud!

I did sign her up for swim lessons and gymnastics to help break up some of the monotony of summer all-mom-all-the-time time. And hopefully we'll be spending lots of time at the beach digging this summer. And camping! I want to get camping! I've got high hopes.

Now we just have to wait for the sun to shine. C'mon Seattle! Let's do this.

And now a gratuitous family pic for you from Mother's Day:




Sunday, April 15, 2012

Twelve


Oh! My heart!

My itty bitty baby Johnny is one year old. Twelve months on the twelfth!
Last year at this time he looked like this:


I mean, that newborn size outfit was too big. His whole little person was the same size as two of my hands.

And over these past little twelve months, he morphed into this squirrelly, active little person:


My son. There is a very special place in my heart for my boy. My cuddly little funny little silly little chill little boy.


My Mama's boy.

My redhead? 


The boy who made my sweet Lucy a sister. Who made us really feel like a family. Who has been making us laugh since the moment he could crack a smile.

Many happy returns of the day, my sweet Little.




Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Mother of the Year

Did I ever tell you about that time that we were having sushi for lunch (which Lucy LOVES) and she showed me a glob of something on her finger saying, "What's this, Mom?" and I mistakenly said "That's avocado! Yummm!" and she ate it?  Poor trusting soul.

It was not avocado.

It was wasabi.

Sadness.

Friday, March 30, 2012

Evidently I can only be relied upon to write here once or twice a month

My goodness, since Second Baby was born, blogging has taken a serious back seat. Now the sole reason I'm keeping it up is to document John's development at least the tiniest bit so that when he asks "What was MY first word, mom?" I won't (at least I won't HAVE to) say, "Uhhhh, dunno."

Aside: he now says milk, apple and hat. He just added those in the last week.

But that's not the real news. The real news is this (high pitched obnoxious mommy voice for your listening pleasure):

video

He's getting stronger and more confident - at the birthday party we went to this afternoon, he was taking 8-9 steps at a time across the room. It's amazing how quickly it happens once they make the mental leap, isn't it??

So now, let me just list all of the things that have been going on that I haven't filled you in on yet:

  • The Bubba was traveling this week, so I booked myself silly for things to do, and honestly, I'm really glad that it's the weekend tomorrow and there's nothing on my calendar but a couple of runs and church and an hour long meeting. I might even get some cleaning done this weekend!


  • I'm going to start watching a friend's baby Tuesday through Thursday starting in a couple of weeks. Of course that first week happens to be spring break for Lucy and the very first day, I have John's 12 month well baby visit scheduled. Says my Bubba "Why don't you just reschedule the appointment?" I mean, it's like he's never tried to get a doctor's appointment and would therefore have no idea how hard it is to get in to see our ped who only works two days a week.. (Oh, right. He hasn't.) Anyway, back to watching Friend's Baby who will be six months old in a couple weeks, I'm thinking of all the things I'm never going to have time to get done ever again with three babies around here. Like clean my house. Or leave said filthy house. 
  • Oh, did I tell you that our landlords want to move back into (our) house in September? So we're actively looking for a new rental house that we can a) afford and b) not too far from "town" and c) that has three bedrooms. Emphasis on a) and c), I suppose. I'm sure there's a perfect house out there for us, but I really do not like the legwork it'll take to find it. Also, I HATE MOVING. I really wanted to be here in this rental for another 2ish years. So this means that we'll find someplace else in a not-so-cool neighborhood for much more expensive (we're getting an insanely great deal here) and it will push homeownership back another couple years. Which isn't the worst thing ever, but, WAH! MOVING!
  • My Bubba bonked into a piece of furniture with his phone in his pocket and broke the screen of his (non-smart)(stupid?) phone and came home with a iPhone. I accused him of taking a hammer to it just to get a new toy. I might not be wrong. He's all curled up caressing it right now, his preeeshusssssss. I must pause to ask him if he's named her yet.
  • Since John's sleeping better, I started running again and am strongly considering the Rock and Roll Half in June again. Except that registration fees have gone up so that instead of the $85 I would have spent if I had had my act together a couple of months ago, it would cost $130. I go back and forth about it. Like: if that's what it takes to focus me and get me going with that goal in mind, it's worth it, right? But: $130 for one day and I'm not even doing anything really FUN? I mean, I'd rather spend that on a hotel room for a night or a massage or a nice dinner out or a new outfit or ... Hm. Maybe I'll find a half that's not so expensive and spend the rest on a massage. Thanks, guys. Good talk.
  • Speaking of good talks, Lu and I had a great conversation in the car today.  We were going past the huge statue of Lenin in Fremont and Lucy said, "WHO is THAT?" So I said "It's Lenin." "Who's Lenin?" "He was a political leader." "What KIND of political leader?" "A communist." "Are you going to susPLAIN that to me??" "Well, in theory, socialists want everyone to be equal and to have the same amount of everything, so they distribute stuff among all the citizens and provide services to everyone the same so that everyone owns everything." Pause "We have playdough at pre-school. All different colors."
  • It's two weeks until my BABY's first birthday. I can't even believe it. Lucy wants to have a big party, but when we get down to talking about it, it's unclear that she knows the party would not be for HER. I mean, I get it. She SHOULD have a party just like we all should to celebrate YAY! We survived year one with a baby! I'm looking forward to making my boy a cake and watching that sweet baby dig in.
  • We're done with nursing now. Totally weaned since Tuesday-ish. He's only "spit up" a couple times in the last thee or so weeks. Which is an amazing difference. I'm convinced it was something in my breast milk, but at 10/11 months I certainly wasn't committed enough to do some elimination diet or anything so intensive. Truth be told, if I wasn't so lazy, I would have weaned him months ago. That said, I went through some very interesting hormonal changes, and let me just say that my Bubba is a saint among saintly men.  Maybe he deserves that iPhone... I mean, I was crying at least daily about all the things that I'm never going to be able to do because I suck at everything. Yeah, THAT'S some rationality right there. Aren't you glad you don't live with me?
  • I am going to go lay in bed with a book (it's 9pm) and pretend I'm on vacation. This day, heck this week, has totally kicked my booty. The Bubba is home, I get to sleep in tomorrow morning (Says Lucy: "When it's Stay At Home Day [Saturday] tomorrow I'll just come into your room and wake up Daddy and he'll play with me." Fine by me, kid!) and all is right Chez Nous. I should see if I can get that new toy out of the Bubba's hands and somehow get them to rub my aching back...



Monday, March 12, 2012

Eleven

Happy eleven months, my little friend!

And here we are another month gone!

John is the FUNNEST kid. He is just a clown and loves making us laugh.

I feel like he really grew up in the last two weeks. February 25th or 26th, he got sick with RSV. I took him to the doctor because it looked like he was having an asthma attack or something - he was using every muscle in his body to be able to breathe wheezy breaths. I was totally panicky. His O2 levels were fine, though, so we never had to go to the hospital with him (for which I am SO. VERY. GRATEFUL.), but we still had to ride out the virus, which was super painful for everyone. My boy is a cuddle monkey and as a limp-noodle sick baby, all he wanted to do was rock in the chair with me all day long. All. Day. Long. Which in itself wouldn't be so bad, but I have another child around here somewhere who also needs looking after.  It was challenging.

Wait... this isn't Toad. Whaaa?

But! We're on the other side of it now, and those two weeks that he was being rocked and watched, some language developments burst through.  Let's see... he has 10 words I think. Hi (haaaaaaaa! with the hand wave), More (Mo!), and Dada were new last month, this month he added Thanks (Tith), Shhhh (with finger to lips), Uh oh, Lala (=Lulu - Lucy), Mama, Up (Uh!), No (nuh).  (I'm being pretty liberal with my definition of "word," for example I include "Shhhh" and "Uh oh!" And really you have to be a Certified Translator to understand the "thanks.")  He signs too - more, please, up, airplane, no-no, all done, help.

About a week after he turned 10 months, he got up on his hands and knees to crawl and has never looked back!  I didn't think I was ever going to have a standard crawler, but here he is, wiggly diaper tush and all.  He's learned that if he wants something he has to get it quickly or his sister's going to beat him to it. - he's gotten really fast on his hands and knees.  He's still cruising, this has become a more popular method of locomotion.  He will walk with the doll stroller or holding one of our hands, but he's so much faster on all fours, he'll often just be done and drop down and speed away. He's taken some steps on his own - still sort of faith-diving into awaiting arms - but he doesn't seem too interested in making it official just yet.

Lucy likes to help him walk.
 
Johnny never stops moving. Ever. Even in his sleep, we hear him crawling across his crib and bonking his head on the other side. My Bubba has started calling him a honey badger Shake Weight mostly because of that one really hard night when we started night weaning (FINALLY. Kid was so skinny he was spoiled with nursing any time of day or night he wanted it). John was reeeeeaaallly mad and just not having his dad trying to get him back to sleep.

In fact, most of the pictures I take of him look like this:


Really the best part of this kid is his sense of humor, though. He knows somehow what's funny and will often start a fake laugh just to get us to join in.  He loves playing peek-a-boo and patty cake and soooo big. He loves throwing things to see if they bounce. He's a master of the putting-things-in-and-taking-them-out game and also quite good at the give-it-to-you-now-take-it-back game.


This kid is pretty cool. I think we'll keep him around for a while.