Tuesday, December 31, 2013

The Terrible Two's

Well they are called the terrible two's for a reason....
Who you calling terrible??
and sometimes I don't know whether to laugh or cry
Laughing is better...
I have to remind myself that he is only two (and 4 months)... and he doesn't really mean it when he screams, hits, acts irrational, throws his toys, refuses to give mommy a hug, doesn't eat his dinner, protests bedtime, responds "no" when asked to do something, and takes toys from his sister.
My littles

Just when I think that my sweet boy has been replaced with a tiny terroristic ninja that lives in my house and makes demands, I will feel two thin arms wrap around my legs and give me a hug.  I will catch him giving his sister a hug and kiss when he thinks no one is watching.  He'll say "Fank you mommy (thank you mommy)" when I hand him a drink.  He can be so loving and sweet causing my heart to melt and feel guilty for getting mad at him for the terrible two behaviors.

We jokingly say that he has it so rough, but I imagine being 2 isn't always easy.  He's had a year full of changes and growth.  He's switched houses, gained a baby sister, is fully potty trained, learned how to count (he can count to 17), knows his colors, knows left from right, knows some shapes, and speaks in full sentences.  He doesn't understand why he can't have candy after breakfast or apple juice all day.
He is a pretty good sleeper, going to bed around 8:30 each night and waking around 7am.  He does talk in his sleep which can be confusing to a momma when I hear him talking about "getting stuck in a ditch" at 2am.  He's an excellent eater and loves his snack time.  He loves fruit or dried fruit as his snack which makes this mommy and daddy proud.  After dinner we let him have a piece of candy, usually a sucker (his favorite type of candy).  His gets to drink milk and water with the occasional cup of juice.

He did excellent at his first trip to the dentist.  He wasn't crazy about having someone messing around in his mouth, but I explained what was going to happen and that he could have a snack after the visit.  That was all the incentive he needed to let them clean his teeth.

Happy Momma
Paisley doesn't like it when Lila gets upset, often causing him to start fussing as well or telling me to pick her up/change her/feed her/etc.  Occasionally she'll reach out to him grabbing a handful of his hair or accidentally kicking him while they are laying on the floor.  His response is immediately "No Lila!" followed by moving away from her quickly.  He likes to rub her head and lay on top of her.  She doesn't seem to mind.

He loves seeing both sets of his grandparents, often asking to go to Nana or Grammie's house.  He gets to have slumber parties with his Nana every once in awhile.  He loves those nights as he gets to stay up late and eat Cheetos with his Pappaw.  He loves to Facetime with his Aunt Bunny when she is out of town and he pretends to call all of his family members on his play phone "Hi Gramma Florence, doing?" (Doing = What are you doing)

He's a great little helper.  Anytime the clothes in the dryer are done, he will empty it into the laundry basket and carry (drag) it to my room.  From there he takes his clothes out and puts them in his room.  I will later go in his room and fold them and put them in the correct drawers, but he does an awesome job getting them in there.  Emptying the dishwasher is also a favorite activity of his.  I take care of the knives but let him hand me everything else.

He's a talker.  He stays on my heels most of the day chatting about playing, memories from the zoo, his birthday and what he wants to do with the rest of his day.  It can be tiring at times, but at the end of the day I appreciate my little chatterbox and that he wants to tell me things.

Playing with Monster trucks
Watching Dora, Super Why or Bubble Guppies
Riding the 4-wheeler or tractor
Going to parties
Playing with Daddy
Playing with stickers
Taking a shower

Lila touching his Monster Trucks
Getting his hair washed
Only getting to watch 1 or 2 shows a day
Being told "no"
Uncooked celery
When his blankie gets dirty and I have to wash it

Sometimes he's so stubborn that I can't help but be proud and frustrated all at the same times.  He's such a strong willed, opinionated little guy.  He's so loving, so polite and I couldn't love him any more.  I look into his bright blue eyes, see the sun reflecting in his golden hair, and watch the mischievous smile play on his lips and he makes me smile.  Even though these terrible two's are aging me and wearing me out, I wouldn't trade the little monster angel for anything.

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4 Months as My Daughter

Ankles? What ankles?
Birth                     4 Months
7lbs 5oz                14lbs 11oz
19.5 inches             25+ inches

Four months was the most difficult for Baby P and it seems to be the same for lil Lila.  My one wake up per night has turned into 4-5 times a night.  And she is eating every time!  I'd love to say that I am getting some sleep because Scott is giving her a bottle...but lil Lila still won't take a bottle.  Trying to give her a bottle elicits a response I imagine is similar to victims of water boarding.  She hates it.
Happy Baby

She gets up for the day at roughly 8am.  I'll hear her talking and cooing and through my sleep deprived eyes, I watch her smile from ear to ear as she sees her mommas head peer over the crib.  I love that part of the day.  I scoop her up and cover her chubby cheeks with warm kisses.  She buries her head into my neck and hair and coos as though she is so happy to see me.

While Paisley and I eat breakfast, Lila will sit in her bouncy chair or her jumperoo and play while we eat.  She loves to watch us eat and if I handed her a piece of toast, I honestly think she would devour it.  She longingly watches us eat.  At this point we have not given her anything but breast milk.  I imagine we will wait until around 6 months to introduce other foods.

She takes one good nap a day, typically around noon.  Her favorite spot to nap is right on my chest.  If I have to lay her down, I have to wrap her up in a blanket and partially cover her face.  The second her face becomes uncovered, nap time is over.

She's such a little snuggler.  As I mentioned she loves being on her mommas chest with her head tucked under my chin.  She's so warm and her head feels like velvet, I love those moments I get to hold her in her favorite spot.  She also loves sleeping in our bed.  A few nights this past month Scott and I ended up bringing her to bed with us so we (I) wouldn't have to get out of bed 5 times to feed her.  She loved being in our bed and slept like an angel as long as she was laying right by my face.  Those nights were a great reminder that I could not be a co-sleeper on a regular basis because I was in constant worry of her disappearing under the covers and suffocating.
She wasn't so sure what this fur ball was...
Besides her sleep schedule turning whacky, her eating has been more sporadic.  She's also been very drooly which makes me think that teething could be on the horizon.  So far there isn't a sign of little whites coming in, but she sure acts like her mouth is bothering her.

Her favorite person is Paisley.  Her eyes lock on him anytime they are in the same room and she will smile and talk to him.   She's a talker!  Once she gets started she will jabber to anyone that will listen.  She loves to give smiles and if you get close enough, she will grab you with her death like grip.  She enjoys holding onto her toys and shaking the ones that make noise.  She loves laying on her play mat and watching the pretty baby in the mirror.

When laying flat on her back, she tries her hardest to pull up into the sitting position.  It ends up looking like she is doing crunches.  She's wearing size 2 diapers at night (cloth during the day) but she is quickly outgrowing the size 2.  She can still fit in some 3 month clothing but they are starting to get tight.

She got to play in the snow for the first time and she wasn't crazy about it.  Once we got on the 4 wheeler and took off she quickly fell asleep.  She loves having her clothes pulled over her head and instantly cracks a smile and coos.  However getting her to put her arms into long sleeves is torturous to her and usually results in screaming.

The longest I have left her is 5 hours as I worked at The Limited the day after Thanksgiving.  She did pretty good until the last hour or so when she decided she wanted to eat and her dad brought out the bottle.  I haven't left her for that long since.

Significant snow fall
Ear Infection / Antibiotics

Bath time
Light up toys
Mommy's singing
Diaper changes

Lila Bean

We are looking forward to Christmas with our newest angel and introducing her to our family traditions.  Scott and I both agree we already forgot what life was like without her in it.

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Saturday, November 16, 2013

...and then she was 3 (months that is)

At Birth                                3 Months
   7lbs 5oz                               13lbs 14oz 
                               19.5 inches                            23+ inches 
(I can't find my measuring stick)

I almost can't handle this cute little face.  I can't hold her without rubbing my nose over her head, breathing in her sweet baby smell. Her fuzzy fine hair tickles my nose as it passes over. My lips continually find their way to her soft chubby cheeks. I firmly kiss each one before planting a kiss on her tiny button nose. She looks at me with her doe like blue eyes and a gummy smile springs to her face. I can't get enough of this baby. 

Little dolly is changing by the minute. However, she is a mommas girl and I don't see that changing anytime soon. She refuses to take a bottle so I don't stray to far from her. She'll refuses a bottle,  refuses a pacifier, but give her your finger and she'll happily chew it until you pull it out of her mouth.

Her hair is rubbed bald in the back of her head from all the moving around she does in her crib at night.  I can lay her one direction and by morning she has worked herself into a 180.  Her eyes have changed slightly from that newborn steel blue to a brighter shade of pure blue.  I think I may be staring into the eyes of my second blue eyed baby.  I'm sure she's gotten longer within the past month, but for the life of me can not find anything to measure her with.  

Little dolly is wearing 3-6 month clothes and size 2 diapers.  I have her in cloth for most days but continue to do paper at night.  She wears size 1 shoes, but they slide off pretty easy.  She has a chubby little foot that is thick as it is wide.  Her hands are chubby as can be sporting multiple rolls in the spot where most people wear bracelets.  I'll go ahead and add they are the cutest wrists I've ever seen.  
She continues to be a great eater.  I let her dictate when she wants to eat so there is not a set daytime schedule.  At night she has been great about eating her final meal around 8:15pm and sleeping until 3am.  After a quick snack she'll go back to sleep until about 7am.  I love that schedule.  She watches us eat all our meals and I swear she's dreaming of the day she gets a waffle or ear of corn.

She's a little talker!  She reserves her long stories for her mom and dad, but will make jibber jabber with others.  She flat out laughs when her dad blows on her belly where I get shrill squeaks when I do it.  She holds great eye contact when she wants too, but if annoyed or over stimulated she will fixate on anything other then who is talking to her.  She will lock eyes on her brother and will follow him around the room.  I think this is a safety mechanism so she knows his constant whereabouts.  

-The jumperoo
-Play mat with mirror (she thinks shes a pretty baby and she's right)
-Bath time
-Diaper changes
-Seeing me first thing in the morning
-Car rides
-Sucking on her hands

-Having her clothes changed
-Her brothers loud screams
-Artificial nipples
-Being woken up for any reason

-Halloween (she was a pumpkin)
-Finding her hands and using them with a purpose
-First hotel stay (Louisville)
-First wedding (Kenneth & Michelle)

She loves snuggling with her momma and I don't mind being her favorite person in the world (that will probably change a little bit when I'm not her sole source of food).  I love looking into her eyes and telling her how much I love her.  She's perfect in every way and I'm so happy to be her momma.

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Wednesday, October 23, 2013

...and then my heart burst into pieces

The terrible 2's have hit full force!! Our toddler (while incredibly adorable) has been nothing short of a monster for the past 4-5 days. Our well behaved boy has been taken over by this screaming, fit throwing, pee'd on the bathroom rug on purpose boy. I don't know whether to lock him in his room until it passes or start pouring a lot of Bailey's in my coffee in the morning. I keep reminding myself that this is a phase and this to shall pass. 

Then there is this little sweety. She's snuggly and squishy and oh so precious. She's also quick to cry if she's unhappy and she flat out refuses to take a bottle. Lately she seems to have an unsettled tummy which is causing her to not sleep so great at night and causing some crankiness during the day. Between the fussy infant and disobedient toddler, I was running low on sleep and patience. 

As I cleared away the lunch dishes I got a text from Scott that said, "Off work early, let's go hiking!"  I glanced outside and noticed the sun shining through the leaves and puffs of white clouds dotting the blue sky. I looked down at the remenants of a tuna salad sandwich on my toddlers plate and suddenly knew a hike on this fall day was exactly what we needed. 

The weather is finally cool enough that polar fleece and hats are required. I bundled up the kids and laced up our shoes as Scott pulled up the drive. 

Minutes later we were at New Harmonie State Park. Kids were strapped into their carry packs and into the woods we went. 

Just enough leaves had fallen to cause a slight "crunch" beneath our feet. Sunbeams streamed down between the leaf covered branches above. And the Fish4 happily made their way through the trees. 

Deep in the woods I exhaled my frustration and exhaustion with the past few days. I inhaled the fresh air and refueled my patience level at the same time. I had a warm little girl in a bear cub suit snuggled in my chest. I watched her eyes take in the enormous trees that surrounded us. They must have looked like giants to her. 

 She stayed awake as long as she could before giving in to the swaying motion of our hike and giving in to sleep. Ahead of me I watched our boy delight in the colored leaves and fallen trees. 

He especially liked crossing over the bridges, even though the water had long ago dried up. I watched his head go from side to side, taking in as much as he could. The smile didn't leave his face throughout the hike. 

As we walked in silence I gave thanks for the trials of raising small children as I wouldn't have appreciated our family hike as much without them. The moment was perfect. My heart was so full of the beauty of this place and the beauty of experiencing it with my little family. Paisley wasn't the only one that smiled the entire hike. I looked at the sweet faces of my loves and felt so peaceful, so relaxed and so happy. It was then I felt my heart could burst into a million, happy, glittery pieces. 

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Sunday, October 20, 2013

Post Pregnancy Thoughts

Now that all those crazy pregnancy hormones that had me sobbing through verse after verse of "You are My Sunshine," have left my system, I want to revisit my pregnancy. I never want to forget the highs and not-so-highs of being pregnant.

The lows...
-The constant worry.  I worried about the baby, Scott worried about me and the baby. I worried about Scott worrying about me and the baby.  Worrying sucks.
-The time frame that your pants are uncomfortably snug but it'd be silly to start wearing maternity clothes that early. It's also the same time frame when (you think) people are noticing your weight gain but they don't know you're pregnant.  You just feel fat, not pregnant.
-The constant need to pee. Having to pee the second before you leave the house and the need to pee as soon as you get to your destination, even if your destination is just a mile down the road.
-Hemorrhoids. No details needed.
-Heartburn. The kind that wakes you up in the middle of the night, thinking you are going to throw up.
-2am wake-ups for no good reason. Everyone else sleeps while you watch shadows dance on the walls.
-Painful internal punches. Maybe the baby does want to crack your rib cage. We'll never know.
-Contractions. Good lord they hurt.

The highs...
-Seeing the (+) on a test. The scariest and happiest symbol ever.
-Sharing the magical secret with only your husband that the two of you have created a tiny person.
-Sharing with the world that you are growing a human.
-Wearing cute maternity clothes.
-Seeing baby via ultra-sound for the first time.
-Hearing baby's heart beat for the first time.
-Hearing the Dr say that everything looks great.
-The friendliness of strangers after they see your bulging belly.
-Feeling baby start to move (oh the flutters are amazing).
-Feeling the baby hiccup.
-Counting down the weeks until meeting the newest member of the family.
-Sharing smiles with other pregnant mommas, smiles that say "good luck" and "congratulations."
-"Expectant Mother" parking spaces at the grocery.
-Having your husband gently place his hands on your belly and talk to the baby.
-An excuse to eat that extra cream filled long john.
-Preparing the nursery.
-Seeing a car seat fastened in your backseat.
-Seeing pink/blue items and teeny tiny clothes start to take over your home.
-That second you know you are minutes away from locking eyes with your newborn.

The highs wouldn't be as high if we didn't have to deal with the lows. I'm grateful for it all and will forever love the memories I have of carrying our little fish.

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Saturday, October 19, 2013

Welcome! Can I get you a coffee?

Life is funny, messy, loud, exhausting, loving, and busy. And that is all within the first hour of waking up.
Clearly they didn't want to sit next to one another
If you stop by our house this is what you'll find... I'll greet you at the door, possibly still in my pajamas. If I'm dressed in day clothing, consider yourself lucky. There's zero chance I've brushed my hair, so please just pretend the wavy mess of brown, that smells slightly of puked up milk that resides on my head is the newest trend.  I'll have a baby in my arms and a toddler wrapped around my leg.  I'll be smiling because I'll be happy to see you.

Come on in and have a seat. You may have to move that tractor off the couch. If you sit in a wet spot, let me know and I'll get you a towel.  What's the wet spot you asked? Either spit up or there is a chance my diaper free toddler didn't make it to the toilet.  Either way, it's harmless.

Hopefully your visit is purely social because there is zero chance we can have any sort of adult conversation. Our toddler thinks all house guests come over for the sole purpose of playing trains with him. If you don't join him in his room to play, he'll just keep asking you. You want to hold the baby? I'll happily let you, but then you'd have to excuse me for a few minutes while I go unload the dishwasher. And the dryer.  And then put the clean clothes away.  It's much easier to do those tasks when my arms are child-free.

Oh great you'll join me for a coffee!!  Can I offer you a snack?   I have goldfish crackers, raisins, and suckers. If you want a sucker, you're going to have pee on the potty first so my toddler doesn't think you are getting special privileges.   Speaking of eating, I need to feed the infant.  Don't freak out that I'm going to breastfeed, that's what we do in this house. If you suddenly want to go play with the train set, I completely understand.

Please don't think laziness is the reason my living room is covered in toys and books. I'd rather spend my day playing with my toddler and his toys then picking them up. They'll get picked up later tonight but during the day I am fine having a living room that resembles FAO Schwartz. I'd change the station from the Sprout station, but I currently don't know where the remote is. However, if you need a periwinkle crayon, I can give you it's exact location.

This is the season of life I'm in.  It's funny, messy, loud, exhausting, loving, and busy.  It's perfect.  Come on over, I'll pour you a cup of coffee.

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The Lovely Lila at 2 Months

At Birth           2 Months
       7lbs 5oz        12lbs 9oz (90%)
19.5 inches 23 inches (70%) 

She's quick with a smile and will tell you she's good (Ahhhh Goooo) as you make eye contact.  She's taken an interest in her brother, her eyes following him around the room.  She'll smile at him from a distance but the closer he gets, the more apprehensive she appears (smart girl). 

She continues to be an excellent eater, demanding a meal every hour and a half or so.  She burps like a full grown man and smiles in relief immediately after.  She will talk your ear off as long as you let her.  She loves holding eye contact and cooing and gooing.  She loves having her diaper changed and continues to do the "starfish" as soon as her diaper and clothing come off.

She's sleeping very good and I continue to be amazed at how different her sleep habits are from her brothers.  She is up for the day between 7am-8am.  She'll nap on and off during the day, but is having longer awake periods with each passing day.  She'll go down for the night around 8:30 and will lay in her bed and talk to the camera monitor for 10-20 minutes before closing her eyes and falling asleep.  I love watching her settle in for the night and I'm so thankful she can put herself to sleep.

On a good night she will sleep until 4 or 5am, eat for 20 minutes and fall right back to sleep.  On a bad night she will throw a 2am feeding into the mix.  While I love sleeping all night, I don't mind those 2am feedings.  It's a peaceful time that I get to spend with my baby.  I love how her rocking chair is next to a large window that allows the moon to wash over her face as I feed her in the early morning hours.  The only sound are the grain bins drying the corn.  It's a soft hum that I will miss once this season is over.  She does not like the snuggle wrap and will pull a Houdini and get her arms out, know matter how tight I make it.

She's in 3 month clothing but 3 month sleepers are tight length wise.  She is wearing size 2 diapers and I occasionally put her in cloth diapers during the day.  At her pediatric appointment, the Dr. was full of praise of our healthy and chunky baby.

Paisley has affectionately picked up the nicknames "Lila Bean" and "Chubawub" for his sister.  I don't think the 2nd name will be welcome once she's a little older.

Lila has good head control and has conquered sitting in the Bumbo for short segments of time.  She continues to hate tummy time and will scream her way through it.  She hasn't rolled over except for the one time I previously mentioned, although at night in her crib it appears she's trying awfully hard to get on her stomach.  She's got a grip like a snapping turtle's mouth and can find a chunk of my hair with her eyes closed.

She likes being held and if you lay her down when she wants to be held, she will scream as loud as any grown woman can scream.  She loves to snuggle and loves to bury her head in the crook of her daddy's neck.  She's an affectionate little thing and quickly lets you know when she needs a snuggle, snack, or dry diaper.

It's a crazy feeling looking at her tiny face and knowing that is what I looked like 32 years ago.  I love that I get to raise my future best friend.

A few of her firsts;
1st camping trip (more details in another post)
1st Fall Festival on Franklin
1st time to eat at a restaurant (Los Bravos)

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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

One Month of Lila Liz

In the blink of an eye a month has passed (September 9, 2013).

At Birth            1 Month
7lbs 5oz            10lbs 1oz
19.5 inches          20 inches

Every morning I hear my little "Dolly" rustling around and soon after she fusses for me to come scoop her up and give her kisses.  Actually she wants me to feed her, but I like to think she wants to cuddle.  There's not a set time she gets up, but more often then not it's around 6am.  After an early breakfast and diaper change, she'll fall asleep again until around 8.

She's a pretty easy baby as long as my boobs are accessible.  She eats like I have never seen a baby eat before (this means you can most often find me sitting on our couch with the boppy and Lila on my lap).  As long as she has a full belly, she is a happy baby!  She sleeps most of the day and prefers to sleep on my chest as opposed to anywhere else.

Her night schedule hasn't been established but she typically goes down around 9pm and wakes to feed around 2 and 4.  She puts herself back to sleep quickly after eating, and I am back in bed within 45 minutes of getting up.  She slept in our room in her pack-n-play for the first 5 nights we were home before we moved her into her crib.  She didn't seem to mind or notice that she was no longer sleeping in our room and I didn't mind having to walk across the hall to feed her.  I am handling the sleep deprivation much better with her than I did with Paisley.  Maybe its because I knew what to expect this time?

She is not a fan of tummy time and has rolled over from stomach to back 1 time.  I think it was a fluke because she hasn't attempted to roll over since.  While doing tummy time she is pretty good at holding her head up and in a stable position for a decent amount of time.

Lila knows the voices of Scott and I and will follow us with her eyes.  She also has giggled, well it's a high pitched, breathy sound, but I assume it's a giggle.  She does it in her sleep while smiling and she also does it while smiling at the ceiling fan.  Watching the ceiling fan is currently one of her favorite activities.

She wore newborn clothes for about 2 weeks before I felt they were getting tight.  While it was bittersweet putting away the tiniest of clothes, I was excited for her to begin wearing her cute 0-3 month clothing.  I haven't put her in cloth diapers yet, but plan on doing so fairly soon.

Lila loves having her diaper changed and if I also take her clothes off, she does the "starfish."  She'll throw her little arms out wide and straighten her legs, therefore looking like a little starfish.  She starts coo-ing often while naked, making me think she likes feeling the cool air on her bits and pieces.  She doesn't mind taking a bath as long as she has a full belly.

She has an awesome grip and often pulls my hair while I hold her.  She's also good at holding onto fingers.  She'll put weight on her legs and will briefly support herself if you put her in a standing position and she will solve basic math problems when asked (ok, I'm kidding about the last part).

While she doesn't get the complete undivided attention that her brother got when he was her age, she isn't lacking in the love and attention area.  Not only does she get kisses from 2 loving parents, but also from a big brother.  He's been pretty good with her, although sometimes if he's feeling the green eyed monster take over, he'll thump her on the head.  This doesn't go over well with his father and I, so it doesn't happen often.

She looking more like me with each day and her hair is still on the dark side. She also has a darker skin tone than Scott or I.  We love our little dolly and thinks she's the perfect caboose for our family.

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Sunday, September 22, 2013

Paisley is TWO-riffic

Our sweet 2 yr old

    Birth Stats                 24 Month Stats

                       6lbs. 5.9oz                 26lbs. 8oz (30% for weight)   

                           19 inches long           36 inches long (90% for height)

Less then a week from our return home from the hospital it was time to celebrate 2 years of life with our baby boy.  Last year we had a fairly big party but this year celebrating a week and 1 day after having a baby I decided to scale down on the festivities.  I don't think Paisley noticed.

He is really into trains and tractors right now so we went with a tractor theme.  We had both sets of grandparents, Scott's brother and sister-in-law and their 2 kids over for the party.  My sister was out of town so we had to celebrate with her prior to his birthday.
The cake (chocolate and delicious!)
We had talked up his party all week so the day of his birthday he knew everyone was coming over for his birthday celebration.  We had decorated the kitchen and living room the night before with John Deere balloons, blue streamers, and a "Happy Birthday" banner.  When he first saw the decor he said "oh Wow!" and immediately started playing with the balloons.  We started the day with a birthday breakfast of cherry turnovers, bacon and fruit.  We spent the morning doing whatever he wanted...playing with his toys, watching Thomas, sitting in his teepee and playing chase.
Birthday Lunch
He was still napping as his guests began showing up but we let him sleep until it was time to eat lunch (nobody wants a grouchy birthday boy).  He woke up very happy to see (almost) all his favorites in one place.  Even though burgers are his favorite food, he hardly ate a bite because he was so interested in watching what everyone else was doing.
Time to open gifts!
He enjoyed opening gifts and wanted to play with whatever he opened before opening his next gift.  By the time we got to the cake, he didn't eat a single bite because he wanted to play with his new toys (he did end up eating some cake the following day). It was a great party and Paisley continued to talk about it for weeks.
Playing with his train table

It's been a busy past 6 months for this boy as we have moved and welcomed his baby sister to the family.  Overall he has handled these adjustments pretty well.

He wakes in the morning around 6:30.  He is still in his crib so he will call for Mommy or Daddy to come get him.  He typically asks for a "huggy" (hug) and wants his "blankie" (blanket) to follow him out of his crib.  He instantly wants to eat and will usually get toast/bagel, yogurt, fruit and scrambled eggs.  He loves to have bites of whatever Scott and I are eating, especially if we are eating cereal.

He loves to play with his toys and often asks Scott and I to "pay" (play) with him.  For his birthday we got him a Thomas train table and he'll say "Table, Go?"  This is his way of asking someone to come play at his table with him.  He also got a TeePee for his birthday which he loves to show anyone that comes to our house.
He wants to go outside any chance he gets and if his dad is mowing or on the four wheeler, Paisley wants to be right there with them.  He asks for snacks throughout the day and typically gets raisins or goldfish crackers.  He also drinks like a camel.  He loves ice water and alternates between that and milk.  He gets juice maybe once a week.

He takes 1 nap a day and it usually happens around noon.  He'll want me to sing to him just for a bit, then he'll go lay in his crib.  He will sleep about 1 and a 1/2  to 2 hours.

He loves routines and his nighttime routine consists of brushing his teeth, giving daddy a kiss good night, taking a couple big drinks of water, getting rocked and sang to for about 5 minutes, saying his prayers and down he goes.  I pull his blanket around him and make sure his 2 stuffed monkeys are in bed with him.  He doesn't make a peep when I leave.  He will then sleep the entire night.
He LOVES his table
-He loves to have his stuffed animals "watch" him eat, take a bath, etc
-He has really gotten attached to his blanket, pillow, and stuffed monkey's.  It's pretty much a disaster if he realizes they are not near him throughout the day.  Luckily, he knows they don't leave the house with him unless he is spending the night at Nana's.
-He talks constantly and can and will say any word he hears.  He just recently started saying 2 or more words together.  Scott was getting a little nervous that he was only saying 1 word, but then suddenly he started using 2-3 words at a time.
-He uses the potty 90% of the time.  The other 10% I'm cleaning dirty diapers.  When he is in the bathroom he asks to have the fan on and door shut.  He likes his privacy
-He has started enjoying television.  His favorite shows are Noodle and Doodle, Thomas the Train, and The Chica Show.  I usually let him watch those 3 shows once a day.  They only last about 10 minutes (without commercials) so he is actively watching about 30 minutes of television a day
-He flirts with girls like no 2 year old boy should
-He just recently started voicing opinion about what he wants to wear, asking to wear bear (GAP) or pony (Polo) shirts
-He is polite and uses "please" and "thank you"
-He has an incredible memory and brings up things that happened weeks ago
-He will eat anything, but loves fruit, pizza and tacos.  He's not big on sweets (which makes me wonder where he came from)
-He recently learned that we all have names besides "mommy" "daddy" etc.  He thinks it's hilarious when he calls me "Kare-wa" or Scott "Fee-sha" (Fisher)
-Recently started saying "no" when I ask him to do something (this is promptly followed by a corrective behavior)
-He loves books and wants to be read to constantly.  He favors books about trucks and interactive books about matching and/or finding objects
-He finds his daddy most fun to play with but comes to me for hugs, kisses, snuggles, and lullabies
-He has a little lisp when he says "Yeth" (yes)
-He pronounces his name Pay-zee and his sisters name Li-Wa
Long and Lanky
Little guy surprises with how smart and sweet he can be.  He also has moments that leave me shaking my head and wondering if he has been possessed.  He has a time-out chair that he visits at least once a day for un-kind behavior or throwing a tantrum.  Sometimes I forget that he is only 2 and dealing with some fairly huge life adjustments as he screams blood curdling screams at me because I won't get in his teepee "now."  I'm learning to have more patience and enjoying my time watching my boy figure out his role as big brother.  He's a pretty two-riffice two year old and we love him so much!
His "I'm not listening face"
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Monday, September 9, 2013

Post Pregnancy = Lullabies and Hormones

My babies
Paisley arrived home a few hours after we got home from the hospital.  He was happy to be reunited with his toys and thrilled to have his daddy's undivided attention while I nursed Lila.  Every so often he walked over to me and asked for a "huggy" while scoping out the newest member of the family.  I loved having both of them in my arms.

While Paisley was at his grammies, I couldn't go in his room.  It felt to empty and quiet.  Dang hormones.  Once he was home I felt better going into his room but I didn't like being in the back of the house.  It felt dark and far away from everything.  I wanted the 4 of us in the living room with the TV on and sun streaming in the windows.  As long as this scenario was happening, I (my hormones) was fine.
Getting familiar with her new home

As night fell and it was time for Paisley to go to bed, this is where I started to lose my composure.  Scott took Lila (I think it was the first time she was out of my arms since we arrived home) while I brushed Paisley's teeth and dressed him in his dinosaur jammies.  He seemed so much bigger and stronger than what I remembered.  No longer was he a tiny baby in my mind, but suddenly this boy.  This realization stung as my baby suddenly seemed so grown up.

He asked me to rock him which I happily agreed to.  I wrapped him in his blanket and started singing him Landslide by Fleetwood Mac.  My heart was so happy that I was holding our boy, but I couldn't help the emotions that started escaping from my tear ducts.  I felt guilty.  I felt as though I had some how hurt our boy by not allowing him to be an only sibling (*Note, this is hormones and I could recognize that my hormones were making me think this.  Still, it sucked).  I felt that he would think he wasn't good enough so we had to have another child (see, hormones make you crazy).  It was such an overwhelming sense of guilt that I probably squeezed and kissed him so much that he was relieved when I put him in his crib.
My big boy

Scott could tell I had been crying and immediately became concerned.  I had to laugh because I knew my feelings were ridiculous, but it did feel good talking about it.  He assured me giving Paisley a sibling was one of the best things we could ever do for him. It felt great crawling into our own bed that night and I had forgotten how sweet the sounds of a sleeping infant are.  Lila was asleep in the pak-n-play next to my side of the bed.  She woke up 3 times throughout the night to eat which was expected.  I had forgotten how difficult it is to change a dirty diaper in a dimly lit room while half asleep, but we managed.

Nights were the hardest as even though Scott was next to me in bed, sitting up and feeding our daughter while half asleep, it was so quiet and I was alone with my thoughts and a very hungry infant.  I missed the hospital staff, I missed having visitors pop in to say "hi" and meet our daughter, I missed my family.  As crazy as it sounds, I wanted to be back in the hospital with the hustle and bustle of it all. I didn't experience the crazy dreams of losing Lila in the sheets of our bed like I did with Paisley, but I would wake to the sound of her crying and find myself covered in sweat and damp clothing.  That was an awful to way to wake up and only made my desire of normalcy even stronger.
Success can some days be described as having both children in clean clothes with full tummies

It took about 5 or so days for my hormones to allow the box of tissues to go back into the hall closet and for me to be able to sing Paisley to sleep without showering him in tears.   My last surge of tears came the night before Scott returned to work.  After having a little over a week off, I had gotten used to having him around.  In a joking manner he said, "I bet you are ready for me to go back to work tomorrow."  I immediately burst into tears (of course, why wouldn't I) and went into a dialog about how much I've loved having him around and that I just loved spending time with him and our kids and I was going to miss him so much.  Needless to say, he didn't make any more comments about returning to work and he was happy when non-emotional Kara was back for good.

I internally freaked out a little bit the following day as Scott drove down the driveway and I realized I was alone with 2 kids for the first time ever.  I had never even babysat a toddler and infant before, so this was literally my first rodeo.  I was a little nervous at first, then figured I could handle it.  Naturally the day went fine and we all survived.
Loves of my life
I had put off unpacking my hospital bag because I didn't want to admit that phase of my life (the birth-giving/hospital-staying phase) was over.  As my mental state returned to normal, I unpacked the bag and got caught up on laundry.  Although I do admit I put my hospital pajamas on as soon as they were clean and dry.

A few other things I want to take note of;
-I was extremely happy to learn that it is possible to love your second born as much as you love your first
-A shower and clean clothes can make any day better
-Two babies and zero stretch marks  (Thank the LORD)
-It took 4 weeks post delivery for the swelling in my fingers to go down and my wedding ring to fit
-Having an infant and a toddler, someone is always hungry, going to the bathroom, or just needing a hug
-Cleaning the maternity clothes out of my closet and making room for my normal clothes felt good
-Being a mom to these two little people is the most tiring, hard, messy and most rewarding thing I've ever experienced.  While every second is not easy or always enjoyable, I am thankful for each one of them.
Finding my new normal

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