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Monday, August 5, 2013
Sunday, July 7, 2013
11 months
Since I'm a week late, I'll talk about that too. Because, just in the past few days, you have become toddler-ish. You are still my smiley, drooley, squawking, toothless little baby, but goodness, you are into things.
This past month you took a trip to Oregon and a trip to a friends cabin. You also survived nearly two weeks without Dad around (which really means you survived being around Mom for nearly 2 weeks without Dad around). You learned to crawl up stairs, and do it very well until you get distracted and fall over. Thankfully, only a couple minor tumbles so far, but there are so many stairs in this house that it's a constant battle. Your sister is very good about keeping an eye out for you. We keep hoping you'll learn to go down them, and to pay attention to them, but that hasn't clicked yet.
I'm starting to think you're saying things. Dad seems to consistently get assigned "Dada" and I seem to consistently get assigned "Mama". It may just be wishful thinking, but you at least seem to be trying to assign words to things.
You have definitely developed opinions on food this month. You simply must feed yourself, and if you even catch sight of a strawberry, watermelon or popsicle you go nuts. We have now introduced pretty much all foods to you, including the allergens (peanut butter, strawberries, eggs). But, you still have NO teeth. Seriously! You are eating just about everything we eat, but yet you have no teeth. In some sense maybe this is good, because you work at your food more before swallowing. Dr. Google tells me we're still in the range of normal, but I have an irrational fear you have no teeth at all under those gums.
You are much more pensive than your sister was. You will actually sit and work at a toy to try to figure it out. You love putting objects inside other objects and carrying them around. You are starting to develop an interest in books, especially since discovering that if you bring one to me I will read it to you. Your attention span for sitting and listening is usually only about 20 seconds, but you gotta start somewhere.
This past month has been beautiful, so we've spent a lot of time outside. Which means you've spent a lot of time as a complete dirtball. You discovered that playing with dirt is a blast, as is sticking rocks in your mouth. Everything still goes in the mouth.
You've been practicing walking with a walker toy. If I got it out more often you'd probably be even closer to walking than you already are. Although I'm in no rush for you to walk, you have certainly gotten heavy and it is getting harder and harder to haul you around. So in that sense, it will be nice when you can walk.
Sleep has been a bit of a struggle, as you've still been waking up twice a night for a bottle. But, you average 14 hours of sleep a night and even slept 15.5 one night. So somehow that seems kind of reasonable. Generally just one nap a day. But the past week-and-a-half you've started going to bed later than your usual 6 p.m. and waking earlier than your usual 8 a.m. so I've started think about night weaning. I'm getting tired by the change in schedule so perhaps it's time to break you of this habit (which your pediatrician told me to break you of 5 months ago... oy...)
You are quite possibly the most joyous child I've ever met. Your sister was awfully joyous, too, but you just seem to have grins busting out of you. Like you can't contain them and they just pop out and knock you over. I love this about you. You have become such a part of this family. You adore your sister and your Dad, and love to get in on the wrestling matches. You fill out this family in a way I never expected and make it feel more complete than it ever did before. I look forward to getting to know you better, and even sometimes find myself looking forward to Threenager Greta. Hard as that is to believe.
This past month you took a trip to Oregon and a trip to a friends cabin. You also survived nearly two weeks without Dad around (which really means you survived being around Mom for nearly 2 weeks without Dad around). You learned to crawl up stairs, and do it very well until you get distracted and fall over. Thankfully, only a couple minor tumbles so far, but there are so many stairs in this house that it's a constant battle. Your sister is very good about keeping an eye out for you. We keep hoping you'll learn to go down them, and to pay attention to them, but that hasn't clicked yet.
I'm starting to think you're saying things. Dad seems to consistently get assigned "Dada" and I seem to consistently get assigned "Mama". It may just be wishful thinking, but you at least seem to be trying to assign words to things.
You have definitely developed opinions on food this month. You simply must feed yourself, and if you even catch sight of a strawberry, watermelon or popsicle you go nuts. We have now introduced pretty much all foods to you, including the allergens (peanut butter, strawberries, eggs). But, you still have NO teeth. Seriously! You are eating just about everything we eat, but yet you have no teeth. In some sense maybe this is good, because you work at your food more before swallowing. Dr. Google tells me we're still in the range of normal, but I have an irrational fear you have no teeth at all under those gums.
You are much more pensive than your sister was. You will actually sit and work at a toy to try to figure it out. You love putting objects inside other objects and carrying them around. You are starting to develop an interest in books, especially since discovering that if you bring one to me I will read it to you. Your attention span for sitting and listening is usually only about 20 seconds, but you gotta start somewhere.
This past month has been beautiful, so we've spent a lot of time outside. Which means you've spent a lot of time as a complete dirtball. You discovered that playing with dirt is a blast, as is sticking rocks in your mouth. Everything still goes in the mouth.
You've been practicing walking with a walker toy. If I got it out more often you'd probably be even closer to walking than you already are. Although I'm in no rush for you to walk, you have certainly gotten heavy and it is getting harder and harder to haul you around. So in that sense, it will be nice when you can walk.
Sleep has been a bit of a struggle, as you've still been waking up twice a night for a bottle. But, you average 14 hours of sleep a night and even slept 15.5 one night. So somehow that seems kind of reasonable. Generally just one nap a day. But the past week-and-a-half you've started going to bed later than your usual 6 p.m. and waking earlier than your usual 8 a.m. so I've started think about night weaning. I'm getting tired by the change in schedule so perhaps it's time to break you of this habit (which your pediatrician told me to break you of 5 months ago... oy...)
You are quite possibly the most joyous child I've ever met. Your sister was awfully joyous, too, but you just seem to have grins busting out of you. Like you can't contain them and they just pop out and knock you over. I love this about you. You have become such a part of this family. You adore your sister and your Dad, and love to get in on the wrestling matches. You fill out this family in a way I never expected and make it feel more complete than it ever did before. I look forward to getting to know you better, and even sometimes find myself looking forward to Threenager Greta. Hard as that is to believe.
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| It was incredibly hard to get photos this month. This was my favorite, and I was bummed that it was a bit blurry. This has become a much beloved game: knock over the blocks before Mom intervenes. |
Sunday, June 9, 2013
10 months...
... and a record 11 days late. But I promise I'll have you to your first day of school on time.
There are a lot of pictures here, but I narrowed it down from 142, so I think I'm doing pretty good. I also think I have the most adorable little chunk on the planet. My neighbor possibly said it best, "She looks like a little lemon!"
This was a fun month. I was almost sad to see her start crawling, because it means she's getting so big, but it's been fun to see her explore. It's been interesting to see what she gets into when she can get into whatever she wants. At the close of the month, she still wasn't a fast crawler (which has since changed), but she does get where she wants to go.
Her schedule is a little weird, I think. She generally goes to sleep about 6 or 7 pm, and will sleep until about 7 or 8 am. She takes two bottles in that interval, one before I go to bed and one sometime in the early morning hours. I know she's old enough to be night weaned, but she scarfs them down and goes right back to sleep, so I'm rolling with it. She'll then only take one nap a day. I admit we cheat, in that she sometimes (often) goes in the swing in the early morning to get her to sleep a bit longer. Otherwise she'd be up at 6 and ready to nap by 9, right when MJ and I are trying to go somewhere.
She continues to be the most mellow, happy and smiley kid. She's quieter and calmer than MJ, but not really very quiet or calm. Her desperation to walk has toned down a bit since she started crawling; although she still pulls herself up a lot, not as much as she used to.
She eats pretty well, and likes most everything, with the exception of fava beans and avocado. This was the month she insisted on feeding herself, so we've had to get more creative in what we give her. My realization that squeeze pouches work well has been a godsend.
I want to hold on to my baby forever, but as I give her a bottle in the middle of the night, I realize how much she's outgrowing the cradle position I like to hold her in. My lap suddenly seems much smaller. She'll be a toddler soon, I know. I'm sure it's lucky that the baby phase passes quickly or we would eat our young, but it's so very bitter sweet. I think I'll probably cry at her 1st birthday party, officially beckoning in the era of me becoming my mother.
Greta, I want to bottle your sweetness and smiles and never let them go. Imagining you as a tantrummy, attitude filled 3 year old makes me cringe a little. I am excited to see your personality shine through, but I will forever miss you just as you are now.
There are a lot of pictures here, but I narrowed it down from 142, so I think I'm doing pretty good. I also think I have the most adorable little chunk on the planet. My neighbor possibly said it best, "She looks like a little lemon!"
This was a fun month. I was almost sad to see her start crawling, because it means she's getting so big, but it's been fun to see her explore. It's been interesting to see what she gets into when she can get into whatever she wants. At the close of the month, she still wasn't a fast crawler (which has since changed), but she does get where she wants to go.
Her schedule is a little weird, I think. She generally goes to sleep about 6 or 7 pm, and will sleep until about 7 or 8 am. She takes two bottles in that interval, one before I go to bed and one sometime in the early morning hours. I know she's old enough to be night weaned, but she scarfs them down and goes right back to sleep, so I'm rolling with it. She'll then only take one nap a day. I admit we cheat, in that she sometimes (often) goes in the swing in the early morning to get her to sleep a bit longer. Otherwise she'd be up at 6 and ready to nap by 9, right when MJ and I are trying to go somewhere.
She continues to be the most mellow, happy and smiley kid. She's quieter and calmer than MJ, but not really very quiet or calm. Her desperation to walk has toned down a bit since she started crawling; although she still pulls herself up a lot, not as much as she used to.
She eats pretty well, and likes most everything, with the exception of fava beans and avocado. This was the month she insisted on feeding herself, so we've had to get more creative in what we give her. My realization that squeeze pouches work well has been a godsend.
I want to hold on to my baby forever, but as I give her a bottle in the middle of the night, I realize how much she's outgrowing the cradle position I like to hold her in. My lap suddenly seems much smaller. She'll be a toddler soon, I know. I'm sure it's lucky that the baby phase passes quickly or we would eat our young, but it's so very bitter sweet. I think I'll probably cry at her 1st birthday party, officially beckoning in the era of me becoming my mother.
Greta, I want to bottle your sweetness and smiles and never let them go. Imagining you as a tantrummy, attitude filled 3 year old makes me cringe a little. I am excited to see your personality shine through, but I will forever miss you just as you are now.
Saturday, June 1, 2013
The May that was.
Greta's 10 month post is already late and will be later.
I've been meaning, all month long, to write something non-scheduled and non-meemy, and never seem to find the time to do it.
But at this moment, both girls are sleeping and I'm sitting in my childhood yard, the smell of fir trees and moss reminding me of being little. I love the quiet, and it is something I continually strive to find in the rest of my life and never quite succeed at. That kind of quiet that lets you hear the wind and the train driving by 5 miles away. My inability to find quiet in my daily life is a source of crazy that will probably never go away.
Life lately has been bananas. It seems I am always saying that, so crazy must be our modus operandi.
This month Greta really started crawling. This is also the month that MJ adjusted to being out of school, largely because this is the month that the weather *finally* turned for the better.
We started off May with a visit to a Wisconsin cabin with some friends, a few of whom will be moving to England very soon. Group parenting always makes things both easier and crazier. The weekend was wonderful, but also brought MJ's nearest-death experience thus far. She had been whining and crying all morning, so we put her down for a nap against her will. We could hear her upstairs, still fussing, but gave her some time to figure it out. After a while, her crying sounded desperate and I decided to go check on her. She had climbed between the headboard and the wall (I have no idea why) and was wedged there, hanging by her shoulders. She was holding herself up but obviously getting very tired and had slipped down quite a ways. If she had no longer been able to hold herself up she would have dropped down and been hanging by her head. It would not have ended well. She was truly terrified, and had peed on the wall at some point. It was a scary moment, and yet I know it will be followed by so many more.
A week later, some dear friends came to stay with us who are now living in California. They have an adorable 2-year-old boy who is just as precocious as MJ. It's so fun to watch him (and our other friend's kids) get older, and I'm endlessly curious about what they will be like in 10 or 20 years. He absolutely loved to push MJ's buttons, and I felt like I was having flashbacks to my own brother 30 years ago. And I found the exact same expressions coming out of my mouth that I remember my mom saying "If you just ignore him and stop reacting he'll stop… he's only doing it to get a rise out of you…" My advice fell on deaf ears.
The chaos of so many people in the house also allowed us to lose our dog, twice. Once for nearly a day, and once for only half-an-hour, but I do feel bad for how he gets lost in the shuffle. He loves the girls, and even seems to enjoy the chaos, but he certainly doesn't get the attention he once did.
The end of one friend's stay with us was met with some other old friends coming to town for a few days, followed by a trip to Oregon to visit family. And that was our May. Between working on the rental, desperately trying to stem the chaos of two (make that three) small children, and finally hosting some gatherings, my month was gone. It was glorious, but it was gone, and there is Greta, another month older.
She is now crawling like a fiend, and looks like she'll be walking at any moment. She stands with confidence and has started taking very tentative steps. I find myself wanting to knock her down just so she'll crawl longer. Crawling is such a quintessential baby stage, and yet has been such a short one for both of my girls (I say this assuming Greta's won't last much longer). They are so very cute, wiggling across the floor and popping up in unexpected places. I am not ready to pass one of the last baby stages so quickly. I am not ready to start calling her a toddler and watch her hard-won baby fat melt away.
But with my sadness at seeing some things pass, there is some excitement about the new things. The love that MJ and Greta seem to have for each other. The patience (extreme for a 3-year-old, I think) that MJ has for her sister's hair pulling and toy stealing, gives me hope and some (likely foolhardy) confidence that they'll be close in life. Seeing Greta's adoration of her Dad blossom, and his in turn, makes her feel like a part of the family in a way that she hasn't yet.
I had grand hopes and plans about MJ's time home, and all the learning we would do, and it really hasn't been the case at all. She watches more iPad than I would like (when I find that I am not going to be able to stay patient with her), and is far less willing to be "taught" than I had thought she would. But she is starting to really enjoy herself, and her sister, and uses her imagination all day long. My paranoid, inner-helicopter-parent, is worried that I am damaging her long term academic potential. But the realistic part of me knows she's learning other things, and that in a few short months she'll be in school for two decades. The bonds she's building with her sister and the memories we will make must be worthwhile. Right?
Greta gets her own monthly posts, but I just haven't been documenting MJ enough. Her favorite pretend-games (which she calls "kid games") are playing baby, making cakes, having picnics, pretending that *I* am a princess and she is leading me around (always saying "M'lady"), pretending we're getting married… there are many variations on these themes, but that's the basics.
When we're out in public she will randomly start dancing (mostly ballet, as learned from Angelina Ballerina and the 12 Dancing Princesses). If there is someone playing music, she simply cannot resist dancing, and often draws a small crowd of onlookers. She befriends everyone that walks down the street, and new neighbors often meet her before they meet my husband and I.
She rides her bike (with training wheels) so well that I have considered taking them off. I often forget that she's only three, because she's so very independent. It's not until I hear her voice on the phone when I am away (which isn't often) that I am reminded by her tiny voice that she is only three. So much growing left to do. I guess that's true for all of us, really.
I've been meaning, all month long, to write something non-scheduled and non-meemy, and never seem to find the time to do it.
But at this moment, both girls are sleeping and I'm sitting in my childhood yard, the smell of fir trees and moss reminding me of being little. I love the quiet, and it is something I continually strive to find in the rest of my life and never quite succeed at. That kind of quiet that lets you hear the wind and the train driving by 5 miles away. My inability to find quiet in my daily life is a source of crazy that will probably never go away.
Life lately has been bananas. It seems I am always saying that, so crazy must be our modus operandi.
This month Greta really started crawling. This is also the month that MJ adjusted to being out of school, largely because this is the month that the weather *finally* turned for the better.
We started off May with a visit to a Wisconsin cabin with some friends, a few of whom will be moving to England very soon. Group parenting always makes things both easier and crazier. The weekend was wonderful, but also brought MJ's nearest-death experience thus far. She had been whining and crying all morning, so we put her down for a nap against her will. We could hear her upstairs, still fussing, but gave her some time to figure it out. After a while, her crying sounded desperate and I decided to go check on her. She had climbed between the headboard and the wall (I have no idea why) and was wedged there, hanging by her shoulders. She was holding herself up but obviously getting very tired and had slipped down quite a ways. If she had no longer been able to hold herself up she would have dropped down and been hanging by her head. It would not have ended well. She was truly terrified, and had peed on the wall at some point. It was a scary moment, and yet I know it will be followed by so many more.
A week later, some dear friends came to stay with us who are now living in California. They have an adorable 2-year-old boy who is just as precocious as MJ. It's so fun to watch him (and our other friend's kids) get older, and I'm endlessly curious about what they will be like in 10 or 20 years. He absolutely loved to push MJ's buttons, and I felt like I was having flashbacks to my own brother 30 years ago. And I found the exact same expressions coming out of my mouth that I remember my mom saying "If you just ignore him and stop reacting he'll stop… he's only doing it to get a rise out of you…" My advice fell on deaf ears.
The chaos of so many people in the house also allowed us to lose our dog, twice. Once for nearly a day, and once for only half-an-hour, but I do feel bad for how he gets lost in the shuffle. He loves the girls, and even seems to enjoy the chaos, but he certainly doesn't get the attention he once did.
The end of one friend's stay with us was met with some other old friends coming to town for a few days, followed by a trip to Oregon to visit family. And that was our May. Between working on the rental, desperately trying to stem the chaos of two (make that three) small children, and finally hosting some gatherings, my month was gone. It was glorious, but it was gone, and there is Greta, another month older.
She is now crawling like a fiend, and looks like she'll be walking at any moment. She stands with confidence and has started taking very tentative steps. I find myself wanting to knock her down just so she'll crawl longer. Crawling is such a quintessential baby stage, and yet has been such a short one for both of my girls (I say this assuming Greta's won't last much longer). They are so very cute, wiggling across the floor and popping up in unexpected places. I am not ready to pass one of the last baby stages so quickly. I am not ready to start calling her a toddler and watch her hard-won baby fat melt away.
But with my sadness at seeing some things pass, there is some excitement about the new things. The love that MJ and Greta seem to have for each other. The patience (extreme for a 3-year-old, I think) that MJ has for her sister's hair pulling and toy stealing, gives me hope and some (likely foolhardy) confidence that they'll be close in life. Seeing Greta's adoration of her Dad blossom, and his in turn, makes her feel like a part of the family in a way that she hasn't yet.
I had grand hopes and plans about MJ's time home, and all the learning we would do, and it really hasn't been the case at all. She watches more iPad than I would like (when I find that I am not going to be able to stay patient with her), and is far less willing to be "taught" than I had thought she would. But she is starting to really enjoy herself, and her sister, and uses her imagination all day long. My paranoid, inner-helicopter-parent, is worried that I am damaging her long term academic potential. But the realistic part of me knows she's learning other things, and that in a few short months she'll be in school for two decades. The bonds she's building with her sister and the memories we will make must be worthwhile. Right?
Greta gets her own monthly posts, but I just haven't been documenting MJ enough. Her favorite pretend-games (which she calls "kid games") are playing baby, making cakes, having picnics, pretending that *I* am a princess and she is leading me around (always saying "M'lady"), pretending we're getting married… there are many variations on these themes, but that's the basics.
When we're out in public she will randomly start dancing (mostly ballet, as learned from Angelina Ballerina and the 12 Dancing Princesses). If there is someone playing music, she simply cannot resist dancing, and often draws a small crowd of onlookers. She befriends everyone that walks down the street, and new neighbors often meet her before they meet my husband and I.
She rides her bike (with training wheels) so well that I have considered taking them off. I often forget that she's only three, because she's so very independent. It's not until I hear her voice on the phone when I am away (which isn't often) that I am reminded by her tiny voice that she is only three. So much growing left to do. I guess that's true for all of us, really.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Happy Uterine Birthday!
Although the 1-year mark is a major milestone in our western culture, it seems that the 9 month mark is a bit more fitting. At 9 months, Greta has now been out of my uterus as long as she was in it. Pretty crazy to think how much time has passed since she was born; trying to imagine life without her is impossible. The fact she spent just as much time inside is amazing, because that time didn't seem as monumental. She kicked some, but didn't do much else as far as I was concerned.
This has been a really, really big month for her (and, therefore, for us). This month, Greta started sleeping. In the week after her 8 month birthday, her sleeping went to shit. She started waking up 3, 4 or 5 times a night. The night before I gave up she consumed 20 ounces overnight, and a mere 7 during the day. She was totally flipped around, but any time we tried to feed her smaller bottles or water down her formula so that she would eat more during the day, she would have none of it. While I didn't want to resort to cry-it-out cold-turkey style, I didn't know what else to do. I hated thinking of her being so hungry all night, but there seemed to be no other way.
However, we did concoct a plan to lessen the blow. I'm sure I will get judged by the internets for this one, but it worked really well. The first night we drugged her. We gave her Benadryl in hopes of getting her to sleep as long as possible, and then hopefully she'd only be upset for a small part of the night. She slept until about 4 a.m., and then cried for all of 30 minutes (the horror, ugh.) But then that was about it. She woke again about an hour late and cried a bit. When she woke up after 6 we decided it was time to feed her. We fed her then, and she ate a ton throughout the day. The second night was better, she cried for maybe 10 or 15 minutes. By the 4th night she didn't cry at all. I thought about other non-cry-it-out approaches, but this seemed the most humane, to me. So that she knew from the first moment that something was different and she'd have to adjust, rather than leading her on. Since that time she's done really well. We continue to give her a dream feed before we go to bed. The first week we got up with her when she woke after 6 am (to break the habit of waking up for feedings in the middle of the night), but now we give her a bottle at 6 and put her back to sleep for an hour or two. She still doesn't take many bottles during the day, too much happening, but she drinks a lot right before bed and at those other two feedings (prob 15-18 ounces) so she's pretty set for the day.
Her other big accomplishment is crawling. She started crawling on April 27th, two days before turning 9 months. With MJ it was a much more gradual transition into crawling, but with Greta it was an abrupt shift. It clicked for her, and she was off. It's still more like scooting, but there's some crawling mixed in, and she definitely gets places. Like her sister, she's very persistent and determined to get places. She loves chewing on shoes (ugh!) and will seek out the tiniest piece of garbage to put in her mouth. She also loves outlets, something MJ never cared about.
Poor second child has definitely been injured more than MJ was. Today she fell down two stairs as I was reading to MJ. I just don't have my eye on her as closely as I did for MJ. Partly, I think, because I had to keep my eye on MJ so closely. But partly just because she's a second child.
This little girl just lights up my life. She's so full of joy and the first comment out of everyone's mouth is how happy she is. She beams from ear to ear much of the day. She jabbers and screeches much of the day, too. She continues to be "the calm one" but that will really only hold true in our family, because she's still awfully energetic and ready to get into things.
This month also saw my first trip away from her. Two nights in Vegas with some girlfriends. It was a glorious trip, and so very needed, but I did miss her (and MJ, too; my life is just not as entertaining without her in it). When I got back she kept poking me, as if to say "Are you real?" She also bonded with her Dad while I was gone, in a way that makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. She's still definitely a Mama's girl, but she adores her Dad and he now has the confidence to watch her and play with her.
Happy 9 Months Miss G. You're getting more interesting every day, and my love for you just keeps on growing.
This has been a really, really big month for her (and, therefore, for us). This month, Greta started sleeping. In the week after her 8 month birthday, her sleeping went to shit. She started waking up 3, 4 or 5 times a night. The night before I gave up she consumed 20 ounces overnight, and a mere 7 during the day. She was totally flipped around, but any time we tried to feed her smaller bottles or water down her formula so that she would eat more during the day, she would have none of it. While I didn't want to resort to cry-it-out cold-turkey style, I didn't know what else to do. I hated thinking of her being so hungry all night, but there seemed to be no other way.
However, we did concoct a plan to lessen the blow. I'm sure I will get judged by the internets for this one, but it worked really well. The first night we drugged her. We gave her Benadryl in hopes of getting her to sleep as long as possible, and then hopefully she'd only be upset for a small part of the night. She slept until about 4 a.m., and then cried for all of 30 minutes (the horror, ugh.) But then that was about it. She woke again about an hour late and cried a bit. When she woke up after 6 we decided it was time to feed her. We fed her then, and she ate a ton throughout the day. The second night was better, she cried for maybe 10 or 15 minutes. By the 4th night she didn't cry at all. I thought about other non-cry-it-out approaches, but this seemed the most humane, to me. So that she knew from the first moment that something was different and she'd have to adjust, rather than leading her on. Since that time she's done really well. We continue to give her a dream feed before we go to bed. The first week we got up with her when she woke after 6 am (to break the habit of waking up for feedings in the middle of the night), but now we give her a bottle at 6 and put her back to sleep for an hour or two. She still doesn't take many bottles during the day, too much happening, but she drinks a lot right before bed and at those other two feedings (prob 15-18 ounces) so she's pretty set for the day.
Her other big accomplishment is crawling. She started crawling on April 27th, two days before turning 9 months. With MJ it was a much more gradual transition into crawling, but with Greta it was an abrupt shift. It clicked for her, and she was off. It's still more like scooting, but there's some crawling mixed in, and she definitely gets places. Like her sister, she's very persistent and determined to get places. She loves chewing on shoes (ugh!) and will seek out the tiniest piece of garbage to put in her mouth. She also loves outlets, something MJ never cared about.
Poor second child has definitely been injured more than MJ was. Today she fell down two stairs as I was reading to MJ. I just don't have my eye on her as closely as I did for MJ. Partly, I think, because I had to keep my eye on MJ so closely. But partly just because she's a second child.
This little girl just lights up my life. She's so full of joy and the first comment out of everyone's mouth is how happy she is. She beams from ear to ear much of the day. She jabbers and screeches much of the day, too. She continues to be "the calm one" but that will really only hold true in our family, because she's still awfully energetic and ready to get into things.
This month also saw my first trip away from her. Two nights in Vegas with some girlfriends. It was a glorious trip, and so very needed, but I did miss her (and MJ, too; my life is just not as entertaining without her in it). When I got back she kept poking me, as if to say "Are you real?" She also bonded with her Dad while I was gone, in a way that makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. She's still definitely a Mama's girl, but she adores her Dad and he now has the confidence to watch her and play with her.
Happy 9 Months Miss G. You're getting more interesting every day, and my love for you just keeps on growing.
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| As usual, the very first photo I take is one of my favorites. |
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| These photos were so much more difficult to get than last months. And I think blocks would be easier than the sign I used for MJ.... so wrong.... |
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| Basically, the photos only worked if she didn't notice the blocks were there. |
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| Showing off some new skills she didn't have last month. |
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| Proving to me that I shouldn't underestimate the trouble she's capable of. |
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| So the photo shoot devolved into nursery pictures. |
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| Since she's nine months and I neer got around to taking photos of the nursery. |
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| I was not pleased with the lighting, though. And a few other things I forgot to move before taking these photos. |
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| The walls are much more of a sunshine yellow than these photos are letting on. |
Monday, April 29, 2013
Spring 2013 Week in the Life: Sunday (aka finale)
I love doing a day in the life. Maybe even two days in the life, but a week has me tuckered. The past couple posts have been more like check marks, and I don't like blogging in this manner. Today I will try to be meaningful (HAHAHAHA!)
4:00 a.m. Greta up. Yelling. One of the beautiful things about sleep training, and finally having a sleeping baby, is that I now know when something is actually wrong. Previously, there were times when I thought nothing could be the matter and I would let her fuss for a while, only to find she had a poopy diaper. But now, when she cries in the middle of the night I know something is up. Last night, poopy diaper. These middle of the night poops are weird to me. Is she pooping in her sleep? I can't imagine dream pooping. I flip on the hall light so it's not bright for her and change her diaper, using about 27 wipes in the process. I decide I can't risk washing my hands after because she'll be furious if I disappear and will wake up too much to fall back asleep. Or will wake MJ up. So she gets minimally wiped down poop hands; gross. I'm not sure why I'm telling you this.
I put her in the swing since it was fairly close to her normal wake up time... have I mentioned I'm hooked? So is she, apparently. Someday that will change.... I'm sure you'll hear about it when it does.
7:15 a.m. I hear MJ up and playing in her room. Hubs gets frustrated at the noise level and goes in to say something to her; he worked until 11:00 p.m. last night, and probably didn't go to sleep until 1:00 a.m. I didn't go to sleep until midnight, which is just my own dumb fault, and is the reason I was wiped out today. At 7:30 I open the gate to our downstairs so she can go get some breakfast. I know that this usually entails crackers or something similar, but that seems a small price to pay for more sleep. But by 7:40, when I hear her crashing around, it's clear that sleep is done, and I really need to suck it up so hubs can get more sleep.
I go downstairs to find that her breakfast today consists of a banana (already engulfed), graham crackers, candy bars (left over from the birthday party) and marshmallows. She tried to hit all the food groups and didn't just go straight for candy, so I'll give her some credit. But everything got put away except for the banana.
We put a leash on Vito, hoping to take him for a quick walk before Greta wakes up so that hubs doesn't wake up while we're gone. I'm tired and inexplicably grumpy but MJ prances the whole way, full of joy.
When we get home we hear Greta start stirring and go get her. The morning then devolves into chaos, as most mornings do. MJ fashions a Play-Doh hat for Greta. She dumps milk all over the table. MJ accumulates 3 timeouts for being too loud by 9:00.
We talk to Baba (my mother-in-law) on FaceTime. Greta scoots around a bit to show off her newfound skills, and once again MJ spends very little time actually talking.
9:30 MJ rocks her baby to sleep. She tells me I'm being too loud and need to quiet down, then sing-shrieks to her baby. Hypocrite.
We wake up Dad after MJ stubs her toe on the door and SCREAMS for Dad to look at her toe. We get ready for church and I insist that MJ has to wear her shirt the right way for church (we really dress up around here). I'm stressed and tired, and hubs points out that I'm taking on too much, but I insist we have to go because MJ gets so little time to play with other kids these days.
By 10:00 we're packed up, everyone in the double stroller. Dad stays home to sleep more (and because he's Catholic... I swear the church must think I'm a single Mom). We walk the short distance and I realize I've forgotten my phone (so no church pictures for you! My best chance to be creepy today and I missed it....) We settle in a pew, MJ is being good and Greta is looking around smiling.
10:30 a.m. Once the service starts, though, Greta starts shrieking. Happy shrieking, but people are turning around in their pews to look at me. I come to realize I should have taken her to the nursery, but now it's too late because MJ wants to stay and I can't leave her by herself. So I do my best to quiet her down by standing in the back of the church, and I watch as MJ picks her nose, too far away for me to do anything about it. Finally, they call the kids to the front of the chapel. All the other little kids have parents go up with them, but MJ refuses to let me join, so she sits up there "by my own". They're then dismissed to go to Sunday School and I bring Greta to the nursery.
I go back to the chapel after all the kidlets are settled, and today they are discussing the strategic vision of the church. I wanted to poke my eyes out. Seriously. They put together a powerpoint, which included at least 3 pie-charts, a word cloud, and many, many flow charts. I felt like I was in a corporate team building exercise. I have decided I am not impressed by this minister. I like the people in the congregation, and I love the youth minister, but the main minister provides zero inspiration. I thought about ducking out early but resisted.
11:30 a.m. I finally escape. I find Greta on the playground in the bright sunshine with no sunscreen on. MJ is finishing up in her classroom and being a pill. I try to grab them and run before I get sucked into a conversation, and thankfully MJ is happy to oblige because she knows her Dad's at home. On the way home we walk by another church and I ask her how she'd feel about trying that one. Thankfully she's into this idea. Maybe we'll have to explore this church idea elsewhere.
12:00 p.m. Arrive home. Now onto the other tasks for the day. I decided to make some Lemon Chicken Dill Orzo soup (too many nouns happening there). I've had all the ingredients and never got around to making it, so it's now or never. Hubs watches the girls so I can have some alone time in the kitchen, which I always enjoy. I think it's the only part of my day where I experience flow (which is supposedly one of the key components of happiness, so I embrace it).
12:30 p.m. Hubs lays G down for a nap. I know he also relied on the swing and I try not to judge him for it. Girlfriend is a pretty terrible napper. While he sees me cooking he decides to make pizza and we end up cooking for quite a while.
1:00 p.m. We finally all sit down to eat. Pizza, soup and cantaloupe. Outside, on the back porch. Any meal eaten outside is a picnic in MJ's eyes, so a picnic it is.
1:30 p.m. Nap time. MJ woke up early enough that she might just go for it today. We read "Guess who lives here" and then it's bed time. She is not a fan.
1:45 p.m. I finally sit down. Not for long, because there's still a lot to do. I read a bit on my phone. MJ comes down to protest and I send her back up.
2:00 p.m. Start cooking again. This time a quinoa salad to bring to our friends BBQ this afternoon. At 2:30 p.m. hubs checks in on his way out the door, and observes that I'm overdoing it; also mentions that MJ was still awake when he was upstairs.. I know I'm overdoing it but I can't stop. Beautiful weather, good friends, must take advantage of it all. I destroy the kitchen in the process and don't finish until 2:45 p.m. I'm not sure how I did so much damage and why it took so long. I think I'm just mentally slow today.
2:45 p.m. Rather than clean up I sit down to rest for a bit. I take a bike rack to the car that we're giving to a friend. I peak at MJ and she is sound asleep. Greta is also still sound asleep. I read the New York Times for half an hour (I usually just read the most-emailed stories, I'm a follower like that).
3:15 p.m. I get everything packed to leave and wake up the girls. I try MJ first but she's sleeping too deeply. So I wake up Greta (all smiles) and we wake up MJ together (all frowns). Knowing that we're going to a friend's house makes it better, but not much. She decides all she wants to bring is a teddy bear (a pink one that, of course, says "Princess"... should have gotten rid of that bear when she was 1 and hadn't yet fallen in love with it) and some chapstick.
3:30 p.m. In the car, on our way. Driving 60 mph and I see a jumping spider on my dashboard. Not a huge one, maybe the size of a dime, but it's fat and it freaking jumps. I involuntarily swerve a bit and try to collect myself. I hate spiders. I grab a tissue and think I manage to squish him but there's nothing in the tissue. So I grip the wheel and vow not to swerve if something jumps on me. At one point I feel something (not the spider) and jump again, so I'm not sure how much good my self-talk did.
We drive through a tunnel on 94 to get to our friends house, and this cheers MJ immensely because she gets to shout "AHHHHH!" as we go through the tunnel. We never taught her this, she just started doing it on her own.
4:00 p.m. We arrive at our friends house. They moved in a few weeks ago and this is our first BBQ at their new place. MJ whines a bit about not liking the sun (freaking Minnesotan) and I tell her no one here will have any sympathy for that kind of talk. When we arrive I slather the kids up with sunscreen. MJ refuses and I chase her throw the yard and tackle her to the ground. My skirt is probably too short to be doing this but whatevs.
I love my friends for many reasons, but one of the reasons is that they're amazing cooks. All of them. It can make gatherings a bit stressful as I always feel the need to have inspiring food, but it makes for amazing gatherings. Today was pork steaks grilled to perfection, cowboy beans made with heirloom beans, some amazing cole slaw, fruit salad, marinated cauliflower, homemade pickles, and some quinoa salad we brought. Everything made from scratch, everything delicious. Knowing these people has made me a better cook.
But anyway. Most of the time is spent chasing the girls (or allowing/savoring other people chasing them). At one point MJ goes upstairs to "drop a deuce" and insists on turning on the heater, just like her Dad. A few rain showers send us inside, but everyone is just full of joy due to the weather and the food and the company. I will not tell hubs all this because he is already sad to miss it.
Since MJ took a nap I try to stay as long as possible, but by 7:15 Greta is tuckered. It takes a while to drag MJ away and she makes plans to have a sleep over at their house soon; Greta falls asleep in the car instantly.
7:40 p.m. Get home, move G upstairs in her carseat. MJ gets ready for bed without a fight. We read "Lulu and the Brontosaurus" tonight, which I love and keep reading far longer than I intend to. Finally tuck her in, go outside to "walk" Vito around our house and chat with our neighbor.
When I come back inside I move G to her crib (after giving her a bottle). I can't find the motivation to clean the kitchen. The house is really a disaster, which I hate waking up to. It starts the day off rough for me, but I've got to get some sleep. I won't publish this until tomorrow but had to get it mostly done.
Before I fully go to sleep, I will go back downstairs to get some bottles for the night. I usually give G a dreamfeed before I go to bed, but since she just went to sleep I don't know if I'll do that tonight. Maybe I'll stir when hubs comes home and do it then....
4:00 a.m. Greta up. Yelling. One of the beautiful things about sleep training, and finally having a sleeping baby, is that I now know when something is actually wrong. Previously, there were times when I thought nothing could be the matter and I would let her fuss for a while, only to find she had a poopy diaper. But now, when she cries in the middle of the night I know something is up. Last night, poopy diaper. These middle of the night poops are weird to me. Is she pooping in her sleep? I can't imagine dream pooping. I flip on the hall light so it's not bright for her and change her diaper, using about 27 wipes in the process. I decide I can't risk washing my hands after because she'll be furious if I disappear and will wake up too much to fall back asleep. Or will wake MJ up. So she gets minimally wiped down poop hands; gross. I'm not sure why I'm telling you this.
I put her in the swing since it was fairly close to her normal wake up time... have I mentioned I'm hooked? So is she, apparently. Someday that will change.... I'm sure you'll hear about it when it does.
7:15 a.m. I hear MJ up and playing in her room. Hubs gets frustrated at the noise level and goes in to say something to her; he worked until 11:00 p.m. last night, and probably didn't go to sleep until 1:00 a.m. I didn't go to sleep until midnight, which is just my own dumb fault, and is the reason I was wiped out today. At 7:30 I open the gate to our downstairs so she can go get some breakfast. I know that this usually entails crackers or something similar, but that seems a small price to pay for more sleep. But by 7:40, when I hear her crashing around, it's clear that sleep is done, and I really need to suck it up so hubs can get more sleep.
I go downstairs to find that her breakfast today consists of a banana (already engulfed), graham crackers, candy bars (left over from the birthday party) and marshmallows. She tried to hit all the food groups and didn't just go straight for candy, so I'll give her some credit. But everything got put away except for the banana.
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| MJ's idea of a balanced breakfast, plus the bananas she already stuffed in her mouth. |
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| An early morning walk with my girl. Joy, personified (but not well captured in this photo) |
When we get home we hear Greta start stirring and go get her. The morning then devolves into chaos, as most mornings do. MJ fashions a Play-Doh hat for Greta. She dumps milk all over the table. MJ accumulates 3 timeouts for being too loud by 9:00.
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| "Look Mom! A pancake hat! A PANCAKE HAT!! HAHAHAHA!" |
9:30 MJ rocks her baby to sleep. She tells me I'm being too loud and need to quiet down, then sing-shrieks to her baby. Hypocrite.
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| ::sigh:: if only my babies slept as well as hers always seem to. |
We wake up Dad after MJ stubs her toe on the door and SCREAMS for Dad to look at her toe. We get ready for church and I insist that MJ has to wear her shirt the right way for church (we really dress up around here). I'm stressed and tired, and hubs points out that I'm taking on too much, but I insist we have to go because MJ gets so little time to play with other kids these days.
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| My church attire (and yet another very messy room. Do you sense a theme in our life?) Hubs informed me my skirt was too short as I was walking out the door. Too bad! |
10:30 a.m. Once the service starts, though, Greta starts shrieking. Happy shrieking, but people are turning around in their pews to look at me. I come to realize I should have taken her to the nursery, but now it's too late because MJ wants to stay and I can't leave her by herself. So I do my best to quiet her down by standing in the back of the church, and I watch as MJ picks her nose, too far away for me to do anything about it. Finally, they call the kids to the front of the chapel. All the other little kids have parents go up with them, but MJ refuses to let me join, so she sits up there "by my own". They're then dismissed to go to Sunday School and I bring Greta to the nursery.
I go back to the chapel after all the kidlets are settled, and today they are discussing the strategic vision of the church. I wanted to poke my eyes out. Seriously. They put together a powerpoint, which included at least 3 pie-charts, a word cloud, and many, many flow charts. I felt like I was in a corporate team building exercise. I have decided I am not impressed by this minister. I like the people in the congregation, and I love the youth minister, but the main minister provides zero inspiration. I thought about ducking out early but resisted.
11:30 a.m. I finally escape. I find Greta on the playground in the bright sunshine with no sunscreen on. MJ is finishing up in her classroom and being a pill. I try to grab them and run before I get sucked into a conversation, and thankfully MJ is happy to oblige because she knows her Dad's at home. On the way home we walk by another church and I ask her how she'd feel about trying that one. Thankfully she's into this idea. Maybe we'll have to explore this church idea elsewhere.
12:00 p.m. Arrive home. Now onto the other tasks for the day. I decided to make some Lemon Chicken Dill Orzo soup (too many nouns happening there). I've had all the ingredients and never got around to making it, so it's now or never. Hubs watches the girls so I can have some alone time in the kitchen, which I always enjoy. I think it's the only part of my day where I experience flow (which is supposedly one of the key components of happiness, so I embrace it).
12:30 p.m. Hubs lays G down for a nap. I know he also relied on the swing and I try not to judge him for it. Girlfriend is a pretty terrible napper. While he sees me cooking he decides to make pizza and we end up cooking for quite a while.
1:00 p.m. We finally all sit down to eat. Pizza, soup and cantaloupe. Outside, on the back porch. Any meal eaten outside is a picnic in MJ's eyes, so a picnic it is.
1:30 p.m. Nap time. MJ woke up early enough that she might just go for it today. We read "Guess who lives here" and then it's bed time. She is not a fan.
1:45 p.m. I finally sit down. Not for long, because there's still a lot to do. I read a bit on my phone. MJ comes down to protest and I send her back up.
2:00 p.m. Start cooking again. This time a quinoa salad to bring to our friends BBQ this afternoon. At 2:30 p.m. hubs checks in on his way out the door, and observes that I'm overdoing it; also mentions that MJ was still awake when he was upstairs.. I know I'm overdoing it but I can't stop. Beautiful weather, good friends, must take advantage of it all. I destroy the kitchen in the process and don't finish until 2:45 p.m. I'm not sure how I did so much damage and why it took so long. I think I'm just mentally slow today.
2:45 p.m. Rather than clean up I sit down to rest for a bit. I take a bike rack to the car that we're giving to a friend. I peak at MJ and she is sound asleep. Greta is also still sound asleep. I read the New York Times for half an hour (I usually just read the most-emailed stories, I'm a follower like that).
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| The kitchen I swear to myself I'll clean in the evening. (Guess what? Surprise! That didn't happen.) |
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| MJ, sound asleep. |
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| Greta, well rested and loving life. And that darned swing. |
We drive through a tunnel on 94 to get to our friends house, and this cheers MJ immensely because she gets to shout "AHHHHH!" as we go through the tunnel. We never taught her this, she just started doing it on her own.
4:00 p.m. We arrive at our friends house. They moved in a few weeks ago and this is our first BBQ at their new place. MJ whines a bit about not liking the sun (freaking Minnesotan) and I tell her no one here will have any sympathy for that kind of talk. When we arrive I slather the kids up with sunscreen. MJ refuses and I chase her throw the yard and tackle her to the ground. My skirt is probably too short to be doing this but whatevs.
I love my friends for many reasons, but one of the reasons is that they're amazing cooks. All of them. It can make gatherings a bit stressful as I always feel the need to have inspiring food, but it makes for amazing gatherings. Today was pork steaks grilled to perfection, cowboy beans made with heirloom beans, some amazing cole slaw, fruit salad, marinated cauliflower, homemade pickles, and some quinoa salad we brought. Everything made from scratch, everything delicious. Knowing these people has made me a better cook.
But anyway. Most of the time is spent chasing the girls (or allowing/savoring other people chasing them). At one point MJ goes upstairs to "drop a deuce" and insists on turning on the heater, just like her Dad. A few rain showers send us inside, but everyone is just full of joy due to the weather and the food and the company. I will not tell hubs all this because he is already sad to miss it.
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| "I swear I've seen them use these cups this way." |
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| A lovely, lovely BBQ. |
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| Greta's second experience with grass (her first was on Friday). Turns out, it's been a long winter. |
7:40 p.m. Get home, move G upstairs in her carseat. MJ gets ready for bed without a fight. We read "Lulu and the Brontosaurus" tonight, which I love and keep reading far longer than I intend to. Finally tuck her in, go outside to "walk" Vito around our house and chat with our neighbor.
When I come back inside I move G to her crib (after giving her a bottle). I can't find the motivation to clean the kitchen. The house is really a disaster, which I hate waking up to. It starts the day off rough for me, but I've got to get some sleep. I won't publish this until tomorrow but had to get it mostly done.
Before I fully go to sleep, I will go back downstairs to get some bottles for the night. I usually give G a dreamfeed before I go to bed, but since she just went to sleep I don't know if I'll do that tonight. Maybe I'll stir when hubs comes home and do it then....
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Spring 2013, week in the life: Saturday
Today, I am tired. Not in the Navigating the Mothership sort of way (seriously, her lack of sleep is truly monumental), but in the oh-my-god-my-baby-is-crawling sort of way. Crawling started, today. My sneak preview into my future life makes me weary.
5:00 a.m. Greta wakes up, furious. She sucks down a bottle and looks wide awake. I stick her in the swing. Every evening I resolve not to rely on the swing, but every morning it just works so darn well. Sleep is going so good right now, I really don't want to mess with it.
7:00 a.m. I hear MJ yelling down the hallway. So I yell back. "Your clocks don't match yet. Go back to bed." I say this every morning, and it never works. But this morning, miraculously, it does.
8:36 a.m. I glance at the clock and assume something sinister. Like, she's snuck downstairs and is gorging herself on candy. Or she has snuck upstairs and figured out how to turn the TV on. These are the two things that might keep her quiet this long. I lay in bed for a little bit, savoring the fact that I got to sleep to such a godless time of the morning. Only people who've been out partying the night before get to sleep in that late, right? I google some information about electricity, including "What happens if you connect a life wire to neutral wire?" Answer: Nothing good.
8:45 a.m. Finally the suspense is too much. I open MJ's door not knowing what I'll find, but she is, in fact, laying in bed, and the sound of the door wakes her up. She grins from ear to ear, gloriously well rested. We talk about how great sleep is (I'm hoping this sinks in) and go down the hall to wake up Greta. She also grins from ear to ear, happy to be alive. I love mornings like this.
9:00 a.m. We go downstairs and eat breakfast. MJ requests Cheerios, her go-to food. I mix up some yogurt with apple sauce and oatmeal for Greta. She takes two spoonfuls, then I set the bowl down to close to her and she knocks the whole thing onto the ground. Vito dutifully licks it up; MJ wants to sweep it up and doesn't believe that this is a bad idea. A ridiculous argument ensues with me threatening to take her broom away if she doesn't listen. Thankfully, Vito's fast. Another bowl for Greta.
9:15 a.m. I call my Dad and we Facetime. MJ used to love Facetime but is less enamored with it lately. This makes the grandparents bummed but I'm hoping she'll grow out of it if I don't push it. I quiz my Dad about our electrical issue (after my post last night I got an email from our renter that their power in their bedroom isn't working). I show him our unfinished fence and we catch up, since we haven't talked in a while. MJ causes much disruption and little contribution. I put Greta on the floor after she finishes eating and she scoots all over. This is new; just yesterday she wouldn't scoot more than a foot or so and would get tired and frustrated. Now she scoots across the room and doesn't seem to wear out. Every time I try to help MJ with something G has something else gross in her mouth. I immediately see that this is going to be a problem and just hope she poops herself out.
10:00 a.m. We wake up Dad. He loves the riotous children-in-your-face wake up, whereas it is my personal torture. But we're all happy to oblige. I hand him the girls and warn him that G is scooting all over the place and can't be left alone for a moment. I take Vito for a quick walk with MJ (since we currently have no fence I can't let him out back) and head to the rental. Hubs takes the girls to the park.
10:30 a.m. Commence electrical work. Lots of voltage readings and circuit trippings later, the problem remains unsolved. Thankfully I didn't electrocute myself, but an electrician will have to be called. Our very nice renters seem not to mind. Hubs drop by briefly, and MJ insists on using their toilet. And drops a deuce. In our renters toilet. Yep, we're super professional.
12:00 p.m. Greta falls asleep on the ride home and we move her car seat into her room. Next up: lunch. On the back porch!!! PB & J for MJ (shocker, I know.) Leftover Cossetta's for hubs and I. Far too many strawberries for all of us. It is so nice to be outside, and I get motivated to try to get our back yard in shape. Part of that involves solving our garage storage dilemma, so I spend the next 1.5 hours tearing down some old shelves in the garage and putting some new shelves in their place. While it doesn't look much better, it gets everything off the floor (which has running water during rainfalls) and will provide much more storage in the long run.
Meanwhile, MJ drags all her yard toys out and shrieks wildly about being a train conductor. Our neighbors have some very yappy, annoying dogs and in that instant, as they try to sit peacefully on their back porch and MJ yells "Choo!Choo!" over and over again, I feel that I can no longer get annoyed about their dogs. I finally get too annoyed as well, and send her inside to watch some TV. She's ecstatic about this option.
2:00 p.m. Greta is up. I realize I have barely sat down all morning, and now both kids are awake and energetic. Hubs watches her for a bit while I finish up the garage so I can pull the car back in.
2:30 p.m. Dad leaves for work, I feed Greta and then decide I need a shower. This is when it became very clear that Greta is no longer (so) easy. For the longest time (3-4 months) I've been able to sit her up with some toys and she plays happily while I shower. Today, she did not. She wanted nothing to do with the toys offered, and instead tried getting into the garbage can, the closet and wrapping the phone cord around her. I finally tasked MJ with watching her while I showered. I blow dried my hair after, but MJ announced she was done watching G so it was a very interrupted blow dry. With another pause to give G a bottle, it was 3:40 before we finally left the house. We're headed to a birthday party. The party is for my husband's coworker's sons' birthdays (I think I punctuated that correctly). I thought when I RSVP'd that hubs would be able to come, but was wrong. I thought about not going but I know MJ will love it, so we pack up and go (incidentally, I'm totally glad that we did).
3:50 p.m. Arrive at Target. In my abundant organization, I didn't remember to get presents in advance. The party starts at 4:00, half-an-hour away, so... I tell MJ this will be quick. She decides we should get Barbie makeup as a gift. I try to explain that most boys don't like makeup. So she suggests a Barbie purse.... hmmm.... I'm trying to avoid the total gendering of toys, but this is a hard one. I convince her to get nerf guns instead, and have probably damaged some feminist in the process. She's also convinced that only boys can be doctors, so I'm trying to do more cross-gendered toys and stereotypes, but it's hard to have it both ways.
4:20 p.m. Leave Target. Hit the road. MJ falls asleep about halfway there and Greta falls asleep with only five minutes remaining. Part way there I realize I have forgotten both food and bottles for G. Winning at parenting.
4:50 p.m. Arrive. Instantly long for the suburbs and wonder if our city dwelling days are numbered (I don't think they are). But the yard! And the space! I wake up MJ and bring Greta inside, still sleeping in car seat. A second nap is rare for her, so every moment is a bonus.
It takes MJ a while to warm up, but as soon as she sees the Curious George cake she's into it. I realize that many people there don't know each other and no longer feel like such an outsider. Greta naps for about 35 minutes, then wakes up and is on the move. She keeps getting underfoot but is otherwise smiley. Classic party games (pin-the-butterly-on-george, pinata, etc.) that MJ is totally into. Cake and ice cream, of course. And her and the birthday boy get along so wel that we resolve to get them together more regularly. Both girls have a great time and it makes me super glad I came.
6:45 p.m. Depart. I almost have to drag MJ out. Stop for gas on the way home, but the credit card machine is down and I must find another. My fuel gauge tells me I can only go 9 more miles and I get a little uncomfortable.
7:15 p.m. Home. I am wiped out. The last stuff in the yard I want to do will not be happening. I feed the girls a bit more (and myself) since they were too distracted to eat much (and since I didn't bring anything for G, oops...) MJ creates a game that is essentially would-you-rather with food. "Would you rather eat dog food or a baby bottle?" I'm impressed by her creativity. I can feel myself getting crabby.. I push food into everyone then badger MJ into jammies, teeth brushing and potty. We read a quick book, because G is starting to melt down, then tuck in by 8 sharp. I give G a bottle and sing to her. She goes to bed easily despite seeming very awake. I take Vito outside on a leash to pee; he is not impressed by the promise of a walk (in the form of a leash) with no delivery other than the trees directly in front of our house. Pick up the kitchen, wash bottles....
8:45 p.m. Finally sit down to write. I will be excited when the week-in-the-life is done. It is wearing me out, I confess. My mom loves it, and I think would appreciate this much detail in every conversation I have with her. Interestingly, I find myself taking fewer pictures than ever this week, I'm not sure why. One more day. I think I can do it. Maybe I'll make a final push and actually edit my post tomorrow....
Proof reading is over rated. Hope you all agree with me.
5:00 a.m. Greta wakes up, furious. She sucks down a bottle and looks wide awake. I stick her in the swing. Every evening I resolve not to rely on the swing, but every morning it just works so darn well. Sleep is going so good right now, I really don't want to mess with it.
7:00 a.m. I hear MJ yelling down the hallway. So I yell back. "Your clocks don't match yet. Go back to bed." I say this every morning, and it never works. But this morning, miraculously, it does.
8:36 a.m. I glance at the clock and assume something sinister. Like, she's snuck downstairs and is gorging herself on candy. Or she has snuck upstairs and figured out how to turn the TV on. These are the two things that might keep her quiet this long. I lay in bed for a little bit, savoring the fact that I got to sleep to such a godless time of the morning. Only people who've been out partying the night before get to sleep in that late, right? I google some information about electricity, including "What happens if you connect a life wire to neutral wire?" Answer: Nothing good.
8:45 a.m. Finally the suspense is too much. I open MJ's door not knowing what I'll find, but she is, in fact, laying in bed, and the sound of the door wakes her up. She grins from ear to ear, gloriously well rested. We talk about how great sleep is (I'm hoping this sinks in) and go down the hall to wake up Greta. She also grins from ear to ear, happy to be alive. I love mornings like this.
9:00 a.m. We go downstairs and eat breakfast. MJ requests Cheerios, her go-to food. I mix up some yogurt with apple sauce and oatmeal for Greta. She takes two spoonfuls, then I set the bowl down to close to her and she knocks the whole thing onto the ground. Vito dutifully licks it up; MJ wants to sweep it up and doesn't believe that this is a bad idea. A ridiculous argument ensues with me threatening to take her broom away if she doesn't listen. Thankfully, Vito's fast. Another bowl for Greta.
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| The yogurt aftermath. Vito is sporting a patch on his person and you will notice the bit he couldn't reach. |
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| The typical morning routine, watching my lion cubs wrestle. MJ is clearly establishing her dominance. |
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| Thankfully, she is also establishing her love. |
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| Greta. Into everything. |
12:00 p.m. Greta falls asleep on the ride home and we move her car seat into her room. Next up: lunch. On the back porch!!! PB & J for MJ (shocker, I know.) Leftover Cossetta's for hubs and I. Far too many strawberries for all of us. It is so nice to be outside, and I get motivated to try to get our back yard in shape. Part of that involves solving our garage storage dilemma, so I spend the next 1.5 hours tearing down some old shelves in the garage and putting some new shelves in their place. While it doesn't look much better, it gets everything off the floor (which has running water during rainfalls) and will provide much more storage in the long run.
Meanwhile, MJ drags all her yard toys out and shrieks wildly about being a train conductor. Our neighbors have some very yappy, annoying dogs and in that instant, as they try to sit peacefully on their back porch and MJ yells "Choo!Choo!" over and over again, I feel that I can no longer get annoyed about their dogs. I finally get too annoyed as well, and send her inside to watch some TV. She's ecstatic about this option.
2:00 p.m. Greta is up. I realize I have barely sat down all morning, and now both kids are awake and energetic. Hubs watches her for a bit while I finish up the garage so I can pull the car back in.
2:30 p.m. Dad leaves for work, I feed Greta and then decide I need a shower. This is when it became very clear that Greta is no longer (so) easy. For the longest time (3-4 months) I've been able to sit her up with some toys and she plays happily while I shower. Today, she did not. She wanted nothing to do with the toys offered, and instead tried getting into the garbage can, the closet and wrapping the phone cord around her. I finally tasked MJ with watching her while I showered. I blow dried my hair after, but MJ announced she was done watching G so it was a very interrupted blow dry. With another pause to give G a bottle, it was 3:40 before we finally left the house. We're headed to a birthday party. The party is for my husband's coworker's sons' birthdays (I think I punctuated that correctly). I thought when I RSVP'd that hubs would be able to come, but was wrong. I thought about not going but I know MJ will love it, so we pack up and go (incidentally, I'm totally glad that we did).
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| This was more important than watching Greta while I blow dry my hair. I figure if I'm going to post a naked picture of my kid, it had better be blurry. |
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| So much child proofing to do. |
4:20 p.m. Leave Target. Hit the road. MJ falls asleep about halfway there and Greta falls asleep with only five minutes remaining. Part way there I realize I have forgotten both food and bottles for G. Winning at parenting.
4:50 p.m. Arrive. Instantly long for the suburbs and wonder if our city dwelling days are numbered (I don't think they are). But the yard! And the space! I wake up MJ and bring Greta inside, still sleeping in car seat. A second nap is rare for her, so every moment is a bonus.
It takes MJ a while to warm up, but as soon as she sees the Curious George cake she's into it. I realize that many people there don't know each other and no longer feel like such an outsider. Greta naps for about 35 minutes, then wakes up and is on the move. She keeps getting underfoot but is otherwise smiley. Classic party games (pin-the-butterly-on-george, pinata, etc.) that MJ is totally into. Cake and ice cream, of course. And her and the birthday boy get along so wel that we resolve to get them together more regularly. Both girls have a great time and it makes me super glad I came.
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| Dutifully waiting for the pinata. |
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| I love this picture. So many wars are being waged. |
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| Turns out this girl has an arm on her. T-ball, here we come. |
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| I think she may have shoved her way into top candy-hoarder position. Note to self: the paper bags worked well because every kid walked away convinced they got the most candy. |
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| MJ is having to learn better cake guarding technique. She is not a fan of Greta's new skill. The days I have warned her about have finally arrived. |
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| Some final crawling before bed time. Need to see what big sis is up to. |
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| She's taking orders. I requested ravioli but all they had was dog food. |
8:45 p.m. Finally sit down to write. I will be excited when the week-in-the-life is done. It is wearing me out, I confess. My mom loves it, and I think would appreciate this much detail in every conversation I have with her. Interestingly, I find myself taking fewer pictures than ever this week, I'm not sure why. One more day. I think I can do it. Maybe I'll make a final push and actually edit my post tomorrow....
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| And because I forgot any self portraits today, you get my nighty-night tired self. |
Proof reading is over rated. Hope you all agree with me.
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