I turned the dryer on this morning only to have Jeremy ask, "Are you drying gravel?!" No, that would be a load of baby clothes resplendent with snaps. I did five loads of baby stuff today!! And that doesn't include the four bags of pass-me-downs that didn't get washed. I washed two loads of tiny clothes, then three loads of burp rags, washcloths, towels, blankets, sheets, etc. I've only bought one outfit, but we are set.
I hoarded baby girl clothes for so many years, "just in case." Having boy clothes rain down in spades has only confirmed for me that there is no need to hold on to things "just in case." God will provide what we need, when we need it. And in the meantime, I can funnel His provision on to someone else instead of carting it up and down the attic stairs (or asking my husband to).
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Remarkable Phenomenon
Ah, quiet time. It's really not meant for a 2-year-old, I don't think. She is still just scary enough that I'm afraid to leave her unsupervised, but I need that break. She got close to climbing out of her crib one too many times, so she's on the floor now with the whole room at her fingertips...including the built-in shelving unit with cabinets full of toys. So far, she hasn't started pulling everything out or climbing the shelves, but I know it's just a matter of time.
I will say that she is doing well with quiet time. She is no more cranky in the afternoon than she is in the morning, so I can't blame her defiance on no nap. She's just two.
The one thing I have noticed that changes after quiet time is her volume. It's rather remarkable. When her timer starts beeping at the end of quiet time, she begins yelling, "Mommy! My timer! Come! It's beeping! Come get me! Mommy!" And her volume remains at that level for hours. It's as if she's afraid to be quiet again lest she fall asleep.
She did this a few days ago when we were at the store with Daddy. We could not get her to be quiet for all the threats in our kingdom. Nor for all the consequences at our disposal. She just could not use her inside voice. The more tired (tireder?) she gets, the louder she gets. I suppose we're using all of our "quiet" during that one hour of the day and it's too much to ask to save some for later. I'll take that trade-off, though, and keep repeating my daily mantra, "Turn your volume down. Turn your volume down."
I will say that she is doing well with quiet time. She is no more cranky in the afternoon than she is in the morning, so I can't blame her defiance on no nap. She's just two.
The one thing I have noticed that changes after quiet time is her volume. It's rather remarkable. When her timer starts beeping at the end of quiet time, she begins yelling, "Mommy! My timer! Come! It's beeping! Come get me! Mommy!" And her volume remains at that level for hours. It's as if she's afraid to be quiet again lest she fall asleep.
She did this a few days ago when we were at the store with Daddy. We could not get her to be quiet for all the threats in our kingdom. Nor for all the consequences at our disposal. She just could not use her inside voice. The more tired (tireder?) she gets, the louder she gets. I suppose we're using all of our "quiet" during that one hour of the day and it's too much to ask to save some for later. I'll take that trade-off, though, and keep repeating my daily mantra, "Turn your volume down. Turn your volume down."
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Disneyland
I have resisted the commercial marketing machine that is all things Disney the best I can. My attempts have proven futile, unfortunately. We are swimming in Disney princesses around here and we also love Lightning McQueen and his friends. But I really can't buy into the idea of spending a year's worth of college tuition on a vacation to the family mecca that is a Disney theme park. Until...
Every morning when A wakes up, we have a little conversation about how she slept, if she had any dreams, what we're doing that day, etc. Recently, she was telling me about one of her dreams. (Context: I don't think she has any clue that a Disney park exists. But we have watched Peter Pan and she talks all the time about magical things that happen in Neverland.) In her dream, "all my Little Pets were alive and all my Little Ponies and all the Disney princesses were there and they were alive! And, Mom, it was called...Disneyland!"
The wonder in her eyes was enough to make me contemplate a second mortgage so we could go to this magical place and make her dream come true. So that's how they hook you! Help me now.
Every morning when A wakes up, we have a little conversation about how she slept, if she had any dreams, what we're doing that day, etc. Recently, she was telling me about one of her dreams. (Context: I don't think she has any clue that a Disney park exists. But we have watched Peter Pan and she talks all the time about magical things that happen in Neverland.) In her dream, "all my Little Pets were alive and all my Little Ponies and all the Disney princesses were there and they were alive! And, Mom, it was called...Disneyland!"
The wonder in her eyes was enough to make me contemplate a second mortgage so we could go to this magical place and make her dream come true. So that's how they hook you! Help me now.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Works of Art
You may have picked up on a recurring theme around here that my children can sometimes be a bit frustrating. I always love them, of course, but sometimes they can be a smidge exasperating. That's why things like this are cherished in a mommy's heart:
And I know the little one is really thinking the same thing, she just doesn't have the fine motor skills to write her thoughts yet. But I know how to translate this...
I love my job!
Monday, April 18, 2011
End of an Era
Well, we finally did it. Apparently, J traded one boat for another when he got rid of his sailboat and bought a minivan. Yes, we took the plunge a couple of weeks ago (and signed on enough financing to feed a small African village for a month) and joined the minivan parade.
J was a hard-nosed negotiator and ended up getting us a great deal on a new Toyota Sienna. I'm still getting used to driving it, especially parking. He thought I'd get a ding and a speeding ticket within the first ten days, but I didn't. The engine is bigger than my Accord, so it's really easy to be speeding without any effort. Gotta keep my eye on that dial.
We still haven't figured out the in/out routine with the girls. A wants to sit in the very back and she can buckle herself into her booster seat, so that works. But it would be much more convenient for mommy to have her in the middle row as a helper. How do all you minivan moms handle the dropped toys, cups, etc. when you can't reach the kids? Is it just a learning process for the kids to not drop their stuff?
They both want to push the button to open/close the side doors. This was a feature I really wanted, but it is really causing some strife. Just another routine we need to work out so everyone gets a turn and no one gets smushed or stuck inside.
Most importantly, we're back onboard the frugal train. The pay increase that J got a few months ago provided for a van payment. But we'd been living a little high on the hog in the meantime and it's time to pull that budget back out and dust it off.
And poor J has to make one more sacrifice. Not only does he have to choke down humble pie as he drives a vehicle he swore he would never drive, but he's also sold his little VW Golf. It was showing its age, but I know he's missing it since it was like driving a grown-up go-kart.
Lots of changes around here to make that transition to a family of five. What's next?
J was a hard-nosed negotiator and ended up getting us a great deal on a new Toyota Sienna. I'm still getting used to driving it, especially parking. He thought I'd get a ding and a speeding ticket within the first ten days, but I didn't. The engine is bigger than my Accord, so it's really easy to be speeding without any effort. Gotta keep my eye on that dial.
We still haven't figured out the in/out routine with the girls. A wants to sit in the very back and she can buckle herself into her booster seat, so that works. But it would be much more convenient for mommy to have her in the middle row as a helper. How do all you minivan moms handle the dropped toys, cups, etc. when you can't reach the kids? Is it just a learning process for the kids to not drop their stuff?
They both want to push the button to open/close the side doors. This was a feature I really wanted, but it is really causing some strife. Just another routine we need to work out so everyone gets a turn and no one gets smushed or stuck inside.
Most importantly, we're back onboard the frugal train. The pay increase that J got a few months ago provided for a van payment. But we'd been living a little high on the hog in the meantime and it's time to pull that budget back out and dust it off.
And poor J has to make one more sacrifice. Not only does he have to choke down humble pie as he drives a vehicle he swore he would never drive, but he's also sold his little VW Golf. It was showing its age, but I know he's missing it since it was like driving a grown-up go-kart.
Lots of changes around here to make that transition to a family of five. What's next?
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Holding Steady
I had another doctor's appointment yesterday morning and she was eager to experiment with a new ultrasound machine, so she asked if I had time for her to play around. Of course! It's always reassuring to get a peek at baby and make sure everything is going well. And it is!
Judging by the machine's measurements, he's just a smidge over 4 lbs. right now and on track to be an average-size newborn around 6-7 lbs. Due date still seems to be holding for the first week of June. And yes, it's definitely a boy.
Best news was that the amniotic fluid levels are well within the normal range. Normal is between 5 and 20 (cc's, I think) and I was measuring just under 14. Concern goes up if it drops below 10, so I feel like I don't really have any margin for missing a glass of water each day. If being diligent only keeps me at 14 and not closer to 17 or 18, then I don't want to slack off any time soon.
Tomorrow marks week 31...6-9 more weeks to go! I think I can, I think I can, I think I can....
Judging by the machine's measurements, he's just a smidge over 4 lbs. right now and on track to be an average-size newborn around 6-7 lbs. Due date still seems to be holding for the first week of June. And yes, it's definitely a boy.
Best news was that the amniotic fluid levels are well within the normal range. Normal is between 5 and 20 (cc's, I think) and I was measuring just under 14. Concern goes up if it drops below 10, so I feel like I don't really have any margin for missing a glass of water each day. If being diligent only keeps me at 14 and not closer to 17 or 18, then I don't want to slack off any time soon.
Tomorrow marks week 31...6-9 more weeks to go! I think I can, I think I can, I think I can....
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Total Mommy Cleanse
For the last 36 hours I have been holed up in a local hotel room all by myself. I'll pause a moment to let the full magnitude of those last three words fully dawn upon you. It has been blessedly silent. The clack of my keys is the only noise I hear as I try to document this wonderful retreat in the minutes I have before check-out.
I asked for this weekend several months ago, knowing I would need a concentrated block of time to plan next year's school curriculum for A's kindergarten year. So I ordered my books and lugged them along and have spent my time familiarizing myself with the schedule and books, filling in extras, planning field trips, and surfing forums for great ideas. I feel like I'm in a good place to start this fall, considering I will have minimal capacity for further planning between now and then.
But I have also relished the independence of this weekend...eating my meals whenever and wherever I wanted, not sharing the food on my plate, and being able to read a book in silence while I ate. Waking when my body was ready, bathing at my leisure, watching tv without consideration of its audience, popping in and out of my car for multiple errands within an hour. All these things help to detox my mind, my attitude, my motivation and fortify me to return to the hardest job I'll ever love. It's a total mommy cleanse and I didn't have to drink anything nasty.
Many, many thanks to J for making this time possible. Thank you for investing in our children while I was away, for caring about their education and supporting me in homeschooling, and for loving me enough to know when I need a good cleanse. I promise to only do it once a year.
I asked for this weekend several months ago, knowing I would need a concentrated block of time to plan next year's school curriculum for A's kindergarten year. So I ordered my books and lugged them along and have spent my time familiarizing myself with the schedule and books, filling in extras, planning field trips, and surfing forums for great ideas. I feel like I'm in a good place to start this fall, considering I will have minimal capacity for further planning between now and then.
But I have also relished the independence of this weekend...eating my meals whenever and wherever I wanted, not sharing the food on my plate, and being able to read a book in silence while I ate. Waking when my body was ready, bathing at my leisure, watching tv without consideration of its audience, popping in and out of my car for multiple errands within an hour. All these things help to detox my mind, my attitude, my motivation and fortify me to return to the hardest job I'll ever love. It's a total mommy cleanse and I didn't have to drink anything nasty.
Many, many thanks to J for making this time possible. Thank you for investing in our children while I was away, for caring about their education and supporting me in homeschooling, and for loving me enough to know when I need a good cleanse. I promise to only do it once a year.
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