I've been so bad about writing lately. Things have just been so incredibly busy. And I know I used to say before I had kids that I was super busy... what with all my eating and sleeping and such. And I just had no time to blog because when I wasn't sleeping or eating or riding my bike - btw, not sure I know how to ride a bike anymore - I was busy watching TV. Specifically, I was busy rushing home to catch the latest episode of How I Met Your Mother.
Because that's what my busy was back in the day. Slap Bet, Slapsgiving, yellow umbrella... I hardly had time to get my weekly massage and mani/pedi. People, you should see what my toes look like these days. It's not pretty. But it's nothing compared to my legs, because et's be honest... if my legs actually saw a razor at this point of my life, they'd spontaneously start to bleed in anticipation.
These days, my "busy" is legit. Legit as in go, go, go from the moment I wake up in the morning to the second I actually fall face first into the bliss of a cool pillow on my bed at night. And none of it is about me. God... remember when things were about ME? When was that? 2008? Remember when I didn't worry about having food in the house because I could pretty much scrape by on marshmallows and mustard? With a toddler and a baby, you don't get to have the luxury of not having food in the house. OMG! Remember when not having food in the house was a luxury because it meant that you could just run out to a burger joint and grab something really quick? GEEZ!! Remember when the term "really quick" was a part of my vocabulary when talking about doing something?
Enter the toddler who actually needs some type of nutrition 25/7 And no.... that 25 is not a typo. With a toddler, every day is longer than it should be. (But, on a positive note, when The Toddler is happy, you wish the day was 30 hours long!) And you have to make sure she has access to some type of food item all 25 of those hours. And that "luxury" of having no food in the house? Now it's THE END OF THE WORLD. It's not like I can throw her a chicken bone to gnaw on because I haven't had time to grocery shop (in, I dunno.... 3 weeks?) which means we have ZERO food in the house. (And that's including food that one might classify as edible food-like substances)(like, perhaps the Velveeta Shells and Cheese that I just ate because I've apparently thrown the towel in on nutrition today.)( trust me... that's NOT food.) (and i still have no idea what i had been smoking when i decided to purchase that crap a year ago.) Not that I haven't thought about the chicken bone once or twice... especially this morning for breakfast when all she wanted was "boshe" (toast). And I was all... Mommy hasn't had time to grocery shop SINCE YOU WERE BORN, so there's no toast today.
These things... they don't go over so well with The Toddler. And I don't blame her. I mean, she's not asking for prime rib at 7 a.m. She's not demanding chocolate cake. Hell... she not even asking for cereal (today) And, she's not asking me to try to explain to her why it is that I'm thinking of going blonde just to distance myself from all those crazy conservative brunette female "politicians" currently yelling nonsense into the nearest megaphone. She just wants a piece of freakin' toast.
Seriously... I gotta go grocery shopping.
But when you have kids, and you work full-time and the only time you have to yourself during the weekday is lunch hour which you have decided will be your workout time JUST TO SAVE YOUR SANITY... when are you supposed to go grocery shopping? I've seen those women who do it with their kiddos and yes, even made that mistake once myself (NEVER AGAIN). I'm one of those women that likes to shop sans the screaming toddler who is more than a little bored of riding up and down the aisles. It's like being on vacation... going to the grocery store and taking my time up and down each aisle. When you are by yourself, you get to actually test the avacadoes to determine if they are ripe, rather than just grabbing the first few you see because The Toddler has somehow managed to pull the very bottom cucumber (you know, the one holding the whole pile up?) out and send the rest of them spilling everywhere. Which means now you have to make a mad dash for the exit... lest you be banned from THIS store, too.
Anyway, it looks like we won't be having toast for breakfast tomorrow, either. Cuz Benny's doing work with the GOAL Foundation today. Otherwise, we actually would take the girls to the store and tag team a grocery order. At Costco. Because they have samples... and shoving a sample in her mouth keeps The Toddler happy. And serves as her snack for the day. Two birds, one stone. Word.
But... I digress. I've been busy. But the other day I had some time to myself and happened to read an old blog that I ran with a friend. We would post our IM chats that we had which, I still believe, were comic genius. Anyway, going through those and reading them was so much fun because we talked about things that had been happening in our lives that honestly, I had completely forgotten about and it just made me all sorts of sentimental about the memories.
And about my 20's.
So, without further ado... an update as to what's been going on the last few weeks. And a promise to myself to be better about updating. I have no excuse since I've got both kiddos going to bed no later than 7:30 every night.
A couple of months ago, I started working out at Crossfit Ogden. I'd pretty much ruled out crossfit for years because it seemed too trendy. Look at me. The triathlete. Writing something off as too trendy. Self-aware, much? Anyway, I was neck-deep in triathlon training and, you know... why would anyone lift weights... voluntarily?? Fast forward to 2011 and I had at least three chins and multiple back rolls of fat. I wouldn't go out and run by myself because.... blah. I don't want to run. Besides, it hurts to run. My knee hurts when I run... blah, blah, blah. My achilles hurt when I run... blah, blah, blah. So, I decided to try crossfit and immediately fell in love with it. That is until after the second week, until my left knee blew up to the size of an elephant. Not the size of an elephants knee, mind you. THE ACTUAL ELEPHANT.
Dr. Benny referred me to a doctor friend of his, who then referred me to an orthopedic surgeon... because I had a torn meniscus. No big deal for the surgeon who obviously wanted to get in there and fix it. Cuz that's how he be paid. But after he explained that if it was one type of tear, it was only about a week of recovery, but if it was another type of tear, it was about 6 months and they wouldn't know until they went in... I told them (kindly)(so as not to piss off the surgeon with the scalpel) that they could take their surgery and shove it. How in the world was I going to voluntarily roll the dice that may result in crutches for 6 weeks when I've got a 21 month old and a 5 month old to take care of.
Not fair to them.
Not fair to Benny.
Not fair to ME!
So, instead I just had the good doctor remove all of the excess fluid and told him I would see how I felt and go from there. I felt pretty good until a few weeks ago when I noticed it starting to swell a little... and hurt a lot. I've modified my training so that the knee is protected from certain lifts. But, I have not managed to modify my gardening and a couple of weeks ago, I was in an argument with the crab grass in the front garden and while crawling from one patch of grass to be pulled to another I heard a distinct crunch in my knee. To which the crab grass laughed heartily. In other news, I have decided the the only way to deal with said grass at this point is to go nuclear and this fall will be tearing out the entire garden, spraying it to kill everything and starting over again next year. Benny... please make a note as this directly affects you and your workload. You're welcome.
*Ahem*
So, I went back in to beg the doc for an MRI so I could know what I was facing (he agreed). While I was there, I asked him to look at my other knee because I'd been having some IT band problems. Yea.... no. Another torn meniscus. Oh, and btw... can you also look at my achilles tendons? I have these big bumps on both of them. Tendonosis? What's that? WHAT DO YOU MEAN PARTIAL TEARS?
So, that visit to the doc was productive. Yay, me. To be honest, what's really bothering me lately is my left achilles. Nothing that a shot won't supposedly help... but since I'm the chick that needs gas just to make it through a tooth cleaning.... Holy crap, can you imagine how bad a shot in the achilles is gonna hurt?
Of course, everyone around me jumps on crossfit being bad for me. (This includes the first doc). But, I ultimately have to correct them. Crossfit didn't jack up my knees. My knees have hurt for years but I ignored them. I blamed part of it on college basketball. I've already had two surgeries on my left knee for overuse due to sports. The right knee... well, it was just a matter of time. Peeps bag on crossfit when they find out I'm injured. But, I've been injured doing triathlon (hello, sunburn and twisted ankles from running), playing volleyball (hello, sprained ankle!) playing basketball (hello, jacked up back!), riding my bike (hello, road rash and sore tush!), swimming (hello, flip turns at the wall that I am still unable to do without drowning!). So I think I can safely put to rest the myth that crossfit hurt my knee. Ultimately, I think the problem is that I have a medium frame, which couldn't support the fat that I gained during pregnancy. And, let's face it... I was 20 pounds overweight when I first got prego. So, it wasn't just the 40-50 pounds I gained during the pregnancy. It was a total of about 60-70 pounds extra that my body was having to handle every day.
Are we really surprised that the cartilage in my knees couldn't take it?
It's a working theory, but a theory nonetheless.
I get the MRI for both knees on Tuesday and then on Wednesday, we'll know how to proceed. If it's the 6-month recovery tear, I'll be suffering with the pain for another couple of years and just keep losing weight, hoping that will help. I'm also going to start re-taking glucosomine and fish oil. I had been taking those when I initially found out the diagnosis... but I think somehow it was bothering Millie so decided to go off of them until I was done nursing.
Speaking of which... Monday is Millie's last day of nursing. I made it to 6 months... woo-hoo! I just don't think it's a good idea to be on the medication I'm on just to have milk much longer. I've already been on it 4 months longer than they recommend. Plus... that sucker costs me $40 a week!!! AND I have to somehow get to the other side of town to pick it up! LIKE I HAVE THAT KIND OF DOUGH OR TIME!
Since starting crossfit, I've lost about 30 pounds. I only need to lose 40 more. Which should not be easy since I'm going to stop nursing on Monday. I should gain about 15 pounds by Friday.
Because that's how I roll at 34. Dramatically different than 24.
But, even with the knee issue and the weight issue? Being 34 is so incredibly better than being 24. I wouldn't trade it for brand new knees.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some spare time and I think I might go grocery shopping.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Learning To Be A Mommy - Day By Day
One of the things I most look forward to during the week, are the weekends with the girls. I don't know if it's just because it's summer and there are so many fun things to do with them, but I can't wait for the day to get going Saturday morning. This usually involves a walk down to the local coffee shop and then perhaps a walk to the park.
It was our walk to the shop on Saturday morning that I told Benny how important it is to me that we be "in the moment" with our girls. Because Hazel's growing up so fast that I'm already feeling a little melancholy about her childhood. And she's STILL a toddler! I just know that there's going to come a time, in the not too distant future, when these walks simply won't happen. When we simply won't get to interact in such an innocent way with our girls. When they won't stop to look at every snail, roly-poly bug or dragonfly along the walk. When they'll be more interested in boys or the latest techy gadget that they can zone out with.
I want to be able, at that time, to not have any regrets about the time I spent with them when they were young. It's hard enough that they're in day care during the day and I'm missing a lot anyway. I want to make up for that by being completely present with them when we do have this time on the weekends and in the mornings and nights of the weekdays. In my mind, it's quality vs quanity. I feel like we do a pretty good job of this. I can't even tell you the last time I watched TV for more than 5 minutes... I can guarantee it was after the kiddos went to bed. And even then, I didn't have time to zone out because there was laundry to do, or I had to pick up the remnants of an awesome wrestling session in the living room... and an epic dinner in the kitchen.
And I love it. Just being in the moment... and being there when Hazel discovers a rock that she wants to put in her pocket. I love being there to help her put it in her pocket and I love being there to witness just how much she LOVES pockets. I love being there when Millie stares at her older sister adoringly... and Hazel gives her a big kiss and a hug. These... these are moments that become tattooed on my heart.
But then... then there are days like yesterday when I feel like I have completely failed as a mother. I know a lot of people are going to say that I'm too hard on myself. That she won't remember how I yelled at her for the non-stop whining. Because there was nothing she was whining about. She was just whining about... being. And after the 45th minute of the whining... I yelled. Just yelled her name in a stern YELLING voice. But she startled and looked at me with an innocence that just said to me: "I'm not even 2 yet. I just don't know how to handle my emotions in this big world. Why are you yelling at me?"
And, of course, I felt immediately guilty. I dropped down to a knee, told her I was sorry and that I loved her and that I just needed her to use her words instead of whining. She curbed the whining somewhat after my outburst... somewhat. But is that how I'm going to control my kiddos? By scaring them with my big loud gym voice?
But, that night when we got home from school, the first thing she saw was the trike that we had picked up at a garage sale that weekend. And... "WANT!"
Benny's out of town for work all week, so I'm single-momming it. And Millie needed to be fed and put to bed. So Hazel's "WANT" came second on the list of priorities. Which obviously is as good a reason as any for an epic meltdown. One that only Cheerios could fix. But when she wanted to eat her Cheerios on the table... which would mean she would end up standing on the chair and probably falling off the chair, as she is prone to do... Mommy had to explain that her choice was to eat Cheerios in her high chair, or not eat Cheerios at all. Those were the only choices.
ANOTHER epic meltdown. One that had me taking her to her room, asking her if she needed to go to bed (NO!) and then putting her down in her crib anyway because she was hitting me and pushing me away. And she immediately tried to climb out of the crib... all of the while screaming bloody murder. We tried the high chair again. NO!!! She tried the table again. No. We ended up back in her room in the crib. NONONONONO! Finally, I left her in her room and shut the door. I stood outside the door and listened (as punishment to myself) to her losing her freaking mind and pounding on the door. After about 30 seconds, I opened the door and she ran into my arms.
Making me feel like a complete arse.
I remember when I was a kid (although, not as young as Hazel) that sometimes when I misbehaved and my mom was mad at me... sometimes all I wanted was a hug and for her to tell me she still loved me regardless.
I also remember telling Benny - on SUNDAY - that I don't want to be a yeller. That I know I have it in me to yell (genetics)... but I just think that I can raise my girls without yelling at them. I mean... for the LOVE... she's not even 2 yet! Surely, I have enough emotional intelligence to not let a toddler send me into a tailspin of frustrated yelling.
So, yea... yesterday was a fail. But I guess as a parent, that's how it goes. I can learn from it and work harder for the next day. I'm not going to let one bad day define my parenting ability.
And today? Today, we had a much better morning. No whining. Just happiness.
Success.
It was our walk to the shop on Saturday morning that I told Benny how important it is to me that we be "in the moment" with our girls. Because Hazel's growing up so fast that I'm already feeling a little melancholy about her childhood. And she's STILL a toddler! I just know that there's going to come a time, in the not too distant future, when these walks simply won't happen. When we simply won't get to interact in such an innocent way with our girls. When they won't stop to look at every snail, roly-poly bug or dragonfly along the walk. When they'll be more interested in boys or the latest techy gadget that they can zone out with.
I want to be able, at that time, to not have any regrets about the time I spent with them when they were young. It's hard enough that they're in day care during the day and I'm missing a lot anyway. I want to make up for that by being completely present with them when we do have this time on the weekends and in the mornings and nights of the weekdays. In my mind, it's quality vs quanity. I feel like we do a pretty good job of this. I can't even tell you the last time I watched TV for more than 5 minutes... I can guarantee it was after the kiddos went to bed. And even then, I didn't have time to zone out because there was laundry to do, or I had to pick up the remnants of an awesome wrestling session in the living room... and an epic dinner in the kitchen.
And I love it. Just being in the moment... and being there when Hazel discovers a rock that she wants to put in her pocket. I love being there to help her put it in her pocket and I love being there to witness just how much she LOVES pockets. I love being there when Millie stares at her older sister adoringly... and Hazel gives her a big kiss and a hug. These... these are moments that become tattooed on my heart.
But then... then there are days like yesterday when I feel like I have completely failed as a mother. I know a lot of people are going to say that I'm too hard on myself. That she won't remember how I yelled at her for the non-stop whining. Because there was nothing she was whining about. She was just whining about... being. And after the 45th minute of the whining... I yelled. Just yelled her name in a stern YELLING voice. But she startled and looked at me with an innocence that just said to me: "I'm not even 2 yet. I just don't know how to handle my emotions in this big world. Why are you yelling at me?"
And, of course, I felt immediately guilty. I dropped down to a knee, told her I was sorry and that I loved her and that I just needed her to use her words instead of whining. She curbed the whining somewhat after my outburst... somewhat. But is that how I'm going to control my kiddos? By scaring them with my big loud gym voice?
But, that night when we got home from school, the first thing she saw was the trike that we had picked up at a garage sale that weekend. And... "WANT!"
Benny's out of town for work all week, so I'm single-momming it. And Millie needed to be fed and put to bed. So Hazel's "WANT" came second on the list of priorities. Which obviously is as good a reason as any for an epic meltdown. One that only Cheerios could fix. But when she wanted to eat her Cheerios on the table... which would mean she would end up standing on the chair and probably falling off the chair, as she is prone to do... Mommy had to explain that her choice was to eat Cheerios in her high chair, or not eat Cheerios at all. Those were the only choices.
ANOTHER epic meltdown. One that had me taking her to her room, asking her if she needed to go to bed (NO!) and then putting her down in her crib anyway because she was hitting me and pushing me away. And she immediately tried to climb out of the crib... all of the while screaming bloody murder. We tried the high chair again. NO!!! She tried the table again. No. We ended up back in her room in the crib. NONONONONO! Finally, I left her in her room and shut the door. I stood outside the door and listened (as punishment to myself) to her losing her freaking mind and pounding on the door. After about 30 seconds, I opened the door and she ran into my arms.
Making me feel like a complete arse.
I remember when I was a kid (although, not as young as Hazel) that sometimes when I misbehaved and my mom was mad at me... sometimes all I wanted was a hug and for her to tell me she still loved me regardless.
I also remember telling Benny - on SUNDAY - that I don't want to be a yeller. That I know I have it in me to yell (genetics)... but I just think that I can raise my girls without yelling at them. I mean... for the LOVE... she's not even 2 yet! Surely, I have enough emotional intelligence to not let a toddler send me into a tailspin of frustrated yelling.
So, yea... yesterday was a fail. But I guess as a parent, that's how it goes. I can learn from it and work harder for the next day. I'm not going to let one bad day define my parenting ability.
And today? Today, we had a much better morning. No whining. Just happiness.
Success.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Five Months of The Bean
Dear Millie,
You turned 5 months old a couple of weeks ago. And, of course, Mommy hasn't been able to sit down to write you a proper update as to what you've been up to in the last month. But tonight, it's just me, a beer, some citronella candles and a quiet evening in the backyard while you and your sister sleep. I figure this is my last chance to get your 5-month update written before, you know... I need to write your 6-month update.
Big things have happened for you in the last month. For one, you've started sleeping through the night. For another... wait! Who cares what else? YOU'RE FREAKING SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT. Once again, solidifying your rock star status with me.
It was so incredible. The night you turned 5 months old was the first night you slept 12 hours. I mean, if you want to be technical, you were sleeping through the night at 4 months... but that only means you slept 6-8 hours in a row. Which means Mommy was still getting up to feed you at 3 or 4 a.m. Sorry... I don't count that as sleeping through the night.
The last month, you have been going to bed at 6:30 and sleeping until 6:30-7 a.m.. It's freaking amazing. You're freaking amazing. You always wake up happy and... peaceful. And you make my day start off on the right track. That's a pretty incredible, invaluable talent. Please... DON'T EVER LOSE THAT TRAIT!
You are growing so fast, baby girl. I can't believe how quickly you're going through clothes. You are currently wearing 6-9 month old clothes. But if I get in a pinch, I can easily stuff you in a 12-month old outfit. I keep having to go through your wardrobe and remove clothes that don't fit you anymore. And it's so sad to me because... well I know that we won't be using these clothes again. And I just want you to stay in those sizes just a leetle bit longer. Because I know how fast time flies. Your sister was your size just yesterday!!!
You are such a happy baby, Mill-o. That's what we call you, by the way. You've graduated from "The Bean" to Mill-o. As in Mellow Mill-o. Or Miller. As in "It's Miller Time!". Or Mills. As in... well, just Mills.
You giggle sooooo much. And love to play in your jump-a-roo. If I let you, you'd stay in that thing all day long. You're getting really, REALLY good at moving from one place to another. I can leave you in your gym and two minutes later come back to check on you and you... and whatever toy you happen to be interested in at the time... are on the other side of the room. You do a LOT of rolling right now.
You're also really coordinated with your hands and have a lot of dexterity already. Your sister knows this first hand as often when she comes to give you a hug and a kiss in the morning, she ends up in tears because you've grabbed a hold of her hair. Mommy shouldn't laugh. But sometimes your sister wakes up on the wrong side of the crib and Mommy needs something to make her laugh to take the tension out of the morning, understand?
You've become much more of a snuggler lately, which pleases Mommy and Daddy immensely. You like to cuddle right up into our necks when you're sleepy and it doesn't take long for you to be completely zonked out. That's on thing about you, Mill-o. When you're tired, you sleep. And you'll find a way to sleep.
This last weekend, we went up to Preston to go to the annual parade. It didn't start until 6:30. So, of course, you were asleep in your car seat as it started. Tractors, the band, a 16-wheeler, a firetruck... everything went by and you stayed sound asleep. But around 7:45, the last "float" came by. It was a car for the Demolition Derby. And it's like the driver sought out the family with a stroller and revved his engine right by your stroller.
And that as the end of that sleep. Mommy had a few choice words to say to the driver. But Daddy was able to be the voice of reason and stop me from being THAT lady. You know... the one who is upset that there is noise in a parade.
For a while it seemed like you were never going to stop slobbering. I was running through bibs like nobody's business. And you were spitting up a lot more than I remembered your sister doing. But in the last few weeks, the slobbering has tapered off quite a bit. And you're not spitting up quite as much... but, still no teeth. Hazel had two by the time she was four months. You're taking your own sweet time about it. I really can't say I'm in a rush for you to teethe, though. I really adore your gummy smile and really don't want you to feel any pain.
You are so aware of the world around you. Mostly, you're aware of where your sister is at all times. But you're also aware of things like being outside and how it's so radically different than being inside. You love to lay on your back and look up at the leaves of the trees. And then you love to roll on your tummy and play with the grass. The ladies at day care say that you're even more aware than Hazel was and even Hazel was off the charts aware. Whatever that means. I guess they see a lot of babies, so I'll trust them. I have only known babies (you and your sis) who liked to take in the world. And who, you just knew, couldn't wait to interact with it.
I've made a decision that I'm going to continue nursing you for the next few weeks until your at least 6 months old. I'm not going to lie. It's going to be hard to stop because I feel so close to you when you're nursing. But it's just so hard on me right now. I have to take medication to have any milk whatsoever. And right now, even that's not giving me a whole lot. You're currently downing 8-12 oz per meal (usually 12 oz before bed). And when I pump, I can only muster - at best - 5 oz right now. It's like my body knows that you're eating more and instead of producing more to keep up with your needs, I'm actually producing LESS. Plus, even to get those 5 oz takes me about 20 minutes of pumping in my office during the day. Which is 40 minutes per day total. And that's a lot of work that I could be getting done.
I don't know what else to say about you other than you have absolutely completed our family. I could not wish for a baby with a better demeanor, or a more beautiful smile and spirit. You and your sister are growing so close every day and it does my heart good to know that the stress and fatigue that comes along with having two kids within 16 months of each other is absolutely going to pay off big time in a couple of years.
Love,
Mama
You turned 5 months old a couple of weeks ago. And, of course, Mommy hasn't been able to sit down to write you a proper update as to what you've been up to in the last month. But tonight, it's just me, a beer, some citronella candles and a quiet evening in the backyard while you and your sister sleep. I figure this is my last chance to get your 5-month update written before, you know... I need to write your 6-month update.
Big things have happened for you in the last month. For one, you've started sleeping through the night. For another... wait! Who cares what else? YOU'RE FREAKING SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT. Once again, solidifying your rock star status with me.
It was so incredible. The night you turned 5 months old was the first night you slept 12 hours. I mean, if you want to be technical, you were sleeping through the night at 4 months... but that only means you slept 6-8 hours in a row. Which means Mommy was still getting up to feed you at 3 or 4 a.m. Sorry... I don't count that as sleeping through the night.
The last month, you have been going to bed at 6:30 and sleeping until 6:30-7 a.m.. It's freaking amazing. You're freaking amazing. You always wake up happy and... peaceful. And you make my day start off on the right track. That's a pretty incredible, invaluable talent. Please... DON'T EVER LOSE THAT TRAIT!
You are growing so fast, baby girl. I can't believe how quickly you're going through clothes. You are currently wearing 6-9 month old clothes. But if I get in a pinch, I can easily stuff you in a 12-month old outfit. I keep having to go through your wardrobe and remove clothes that don't fit you anymore. And it's so sad to me because... well I know that we won't be using these clothes again. And I just want you to stay in those sizes just a leetle bit longer. Because I know how fast time flies. Your sister was your size just yesterday!!!
You are such a happy baby, Mill-o. That's what we call you, by the way. You've graduated from "The Bean" to Mill-o. As in Mellow Mill-o. Or Miller. As in "It's Miller Time!". Or Mills. As in... well, just Mills.
You giggle sooooo much. And love to play in your jump-a-roo. If I let you, you'd stay in that thing all day long. You're getting really, REALLY good at moving from one place to another. I can leave you in your gym and two minutes later come back to check on you and you... and whatever toy you happen to be interested in at the time... are on the other side of the room. You do a LOT of rolling right now.
You're also really coordinated with your hands and have a lot of dexterity already. Your sister knows this first hand as often when she comes to give you a hug and a kiss in the morning, she ends up in tears because you've grabbed a hold of her hair. Mommy shouldn't laugh. But sometimes your sister wakes up on the wrong side of the crib and Mommy needs something to make her laugh to take the tension out of the morning, understand?
And that as the end of that sleep. Mommy had a few choice words to say to the driver. But Daddy was able to be the voice of reason and stop me from being THAT lady. You know... the one who is upset that there is noise in a parade.
For a while it seemed like you were never going to stop slobbering. I was running through bibs like nobody's business. And you were spitting up a lot more than I remembered your sister doing. But in the last few weeks, the slobbering has tapered off quite a bit. And you're not spitting up quite as much... but, still no teeth. Hazel had two by the time she was four months. You're taking your own sweet time about it. I really can't say I'm in a rush for you to teethe, though. I really adore your gummy smile and really don't want you to feel any pain.
I don't know what else to say about you other than you have absolutely completed our family. I could not wish for a baby with a better demeanor, or a more beautiful smile and spirit. You and your sister are growing so close every day and it does my heart good to know that the stress and fatigue that comes along with having two kids within 16 months of each other is absolutely going to pay off big time in a couple of years.
Welcome to the gun show.
Love,
Mama
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