Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Catch Up: The First Month

My little man turns three months old tomorrow, so I thought it was probably time for his one and two month updates. I actually wrote the one month post on time, but as I was editing, I thought it sounded too perfect. It was very we-had-another-baby-and-nothing-was-hard-and-life-is-perfect sounding, which we all know is far from the truth. 

The truth is, the first month was really tough. It was wonderful and beautiful and everything else that a newborn baby is, but it was also exhausting and kind of scary. With Husband's work schedule being as crazy as usual, I was sort of thrown into this at home by yourself with two kids thing pretty quickly with very little relief. It was an adjustment. 

Most nights, I knew the day was over when everyone, including me, was crying. My patience with C was unusually short and her tantrums were unusually frequent. I served a lot of frozen waffles, cereal with bananas, and Chick-fil-A.  C was late to school once a week, forcing me to walk her in, with baby brother in tow, often while wearing yesterday's stains on my yoga pants. 

I started playing games like see how high you can jump on my bed just so I could pee all by myself.

Then, two weeks in, there was a really fun snow storm which no one predicted, making my usual ten minute trip down the highway to pick up C from school a three hour journey with a two week old baby in the back seat. We were snowed out of our neighborhood and I was suddenly really thankful for all wheel drive, my neurotic extra clothes packing in the diaper bag, and my laziness in unloading heavy things from my car which resulted in my having a whole case of formula on hand as we spent the night in the only hotel room we could find within safe driving distance.

It certainly made for an entertaining few days for our newborn (and his big sister).

Hanging out in Daddy's office (where we thought we might have to spend the night) with M&Ms and Peg + Cat

Not too sure about this snow

Snuggled up in the hotel room

C and Daddy getting some work done in the hotel room
After we were able to get to our house, we were then snowed IN, which is remarkably better than being snowed OUT, but still pretty inconvenient. Winter is not my favorite season.

So, Wilson spent his first month bundled in layers, inside, napping peacefully in between bottles. 

If we learned anything about him in his first month, it was that he wants to be warm; he wants to be full; and he wants to sleep ON you (a preference I do not mind in the least). He is just so snuggly and sweet.


At one month, he loves bottles, his hands, and his elephant lovie
In the first month, I learned how to cook while entertaining two children; I learned how to juggle baths and bottles and books and bedtime; I learned how to snuggle two kids at once; and I learned that my heart can expand and my love can grow every single day. It was scary, but it was so wonderful. We survived!


Sunday, April 13, 2014

Conversations with Catherine: Anatomy Lesson

At her three year old check up, C's doctor mentioned that she should be drawing circles and lines well by now. As I assured him that she was, it occurred to me that I really didn't know. We do a lot of coloring and drawing, but I've never studied her skill level.

So, I used bath time as an opportunity to test her skills with bath crayons. We were drawing stick figures and drew our family. I drew a little boy and said, "look it's Wilson!"

Catherine looked at the drawing, cocked her head to the side, scrunched her nose, and said, "no, he needs a body."

"Catherine, he has a body. What do you mean?" I asked as I handed her the crayon.

With one quick motion, she added the missing component - his "body."


She doesn't miss a thing.

Conversations with Catherine: About "That Baby"

I see so much of Husband in C. She spends 98% of her time with me, yet acts just like him. Aren't genetics crazy? She is a thinker. Sometimes, I can look at her face and actually see her little mind working. One of my favorite stories about Husband as a boy (one that I have heard over and over again, yet never tire of hearing) is about him as a four year old. He was standing and staring at a pile of bricks when he was asked what he was doing. He replied, "just thinking about what I can do with those bricks."

Catherine is always trying to figure out what she can do with those bricks.

Sometimes, this gets her into trouble. She is a daredevil. She likes to experiment. She likes to test her (and my) limits. As I adjust to parenting two children instead of just one, C often gets the stern, disciplinarian version of me and less of the fun, carefree me. I often lack the patience I once had. I am overtired and can't always see the magic through the mess. It's just the nature of things at this stage in our lives. So, as she also adjusts to our new roles with our little man, I can't help but chuckle at some of the things she comes up with and I just don't want to forget them.

One of the first nights I was home alone with both kids, after the entourage of help had gone back to their lives and Husband had returned to his long hours at work, I was settling both kids into C's bed to read books. I admit I was feeling a bit cocky, having successfully fed and bathed and clothed two children all by myself. It was at that moment, the one in which I was giving myself a huge pat on the back and writing my "Mother of the Year" speech in my head, that Wilson started to cry. 

Catherine looked at me in all her three year old honesty and said, "that baby needs his mommy." 

I replied, "I'm his mommy." Without missing a beat, she said, "no, you're my mommy."



Sunday, April 6, 2014

Interview with a Three Year Old

Oh, this sweet child of ours. She is funny. She is sweet. She is quirky. She is 100% herself all the time (a trait I wish I could bottle and save for her teenage years). And, as of February 23rd, she is THREE.

We have a three year old.

At her check up, she weighed in at 33 pounds and measured 3' 2.25" (75th percentile in both height and weight).

On her third birthday, I took an idea from a friend and conducted an interview with my older, wiser, daughter. So, finally, two months later, here it is; and, if possible, it makes me love her even more.

What is your favorite color? Pink
What is your favorite toy? Princesses and dresses

What is your favorite food? Pizza
What is your favorite tv show? Daniel Tiger
What is your favorite movie? Spiderman and Tinkerbell
What is your favorite thing to do with Daddy? Play with princesses

What is your favorite animal? Polar bears
What is your favorite book? 
Goodnight, Goodnight, "Truction" Site (Goodnight, Goodnight, Construction Site)
What is your favorite thing to do with Mommy? Play doctor check up and firefighters

Who is your best friend? Ben and Abby

What is your favorite thing to play outside? Swings and slides

What is your favorite thing to drink? Cold water

What is your favorite thing to sleep with? Spiderbunny and my blanket

What is your favorite thing to wear? My "Punzel" dress (Rapunzel)
Where is your favorite place to go? the "wake" (lake)

What is your favorite song? Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
What is your favorite game to play? Puzzles
What is your favorite restaurant? Macaroni and cheese (so...I guess anywhere that serves that)
Where is your favorite place to shop? Target

Three year olds are the best.


Wednesday, April 2, 2014

All the Time

I love you all the time.

Six simple words. What started out as an adorable phrase uttered by our then two year old, has now become our family motto.

I  love you all the time. 

Catherine, I love you when you refuse to listen. I love you when you yell. I love you when you scream. I love you when you tell me to "put my baby brother down and play with me."

I love you all the time.

Wilson, I love you at 3:00 a.m. I love you when you spit up your entire bottle on me. I love you when I'm changing dirty diapers and washing a sink full of bottles and washing loads of clothes.

I love you all the time.

Husband, I love you when you travel. I love you when you work late. I love you when you miss dinner and baths and bedtime.

I love you all the time.

Catherine, I love you when you smile. I love you when you hug and kiss and hug and kiss me again. I love you when you dance. I love you when you sing. I love you when you run and jump and play. I love you when you laugh. I love you when you take care of your baby brother. I love everything about you.


I love you all the time.

Wilson, I love you when you smile. I love you when you snuggle into my neck. I love you when you kick and squeal and play. I love you when you sleep. I love you when you are awake. I love the way your eyes follow your big sister's voice. I love the way your chubby arms and legs fill up clothes bigger than your age. I love everything about you.


I love you all the time.

Husband, I love the way you love me. I love the way you tell me I'm beautiful even when I haven't showered in days and have spit up on my faded yoga pants. I love the way you make bath time last for an hour because Catherine can't stop laughing. I love the way you crawl into our daughter's bed at 3:00 a.m. because she asks you to.  I love the way you hold our son with one arm, as if he is an extension of you. I love the way you wash dishes and fold laundry and fill stroller tires with air after working all day. I love the way you provide for our family. I love the way you love our children and I love the way they love you. 


I love you all the time.

Sweet child, you are wiser than you know.

I love you all the time.