Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
I have to be honest, I'm having a bit of a hard time right now.
I think the hardest part about this is that on paper, I think that things should be easier right now. Shortly after David was born, I remember thinking, "Sure, having a 2 year old and a newborn is tough. But just think - this time next year - I'll have a 3 year old and a toddler. That will be so much easier." But I must be doing something wrong, because I am still struggling.
Of course, it is easier in some ways. I'm no longer nursing, and I'm getting more sleep (although still not enough). But gosh, it's still hard, and I'm hoping maybe I'll feel a little better if I can just list it out here.
First of all, on the good side, David is at one of my favorite stages of development. He is so stinking cute, running around with that cute little toddle, using his "words" to make requests, and constantly surprising us with the things he understands. I could do another post on how sweet and interesting he is right now. And I love that he wants to be with me all that time, that's what makes him sweet. But the hard part is that he insists on being held for a majority of the day. So I am cooking, cleaning, helping Katy on the potty, dressing, going to the bathroom, helping Katy on her bike, playing games, watering flowers (that one's for you, Mom), all with a toddler on my hip. I have to be honest. It's super sweet, but it's exhausting.
But my even bigger challenge right now is of the 3 year year old variety. Again, a positive note is that since we started the new sleep rules, it took a few days and she is now staying in her room at night. So that's progress. And of course, my daughter is an absolute sweetheart and I love her with all my heart. But she is driving me crazy right now. She is whiny, demanding, argumentative, bossy, and just plain rude some of the time. I feel like everything I ask her to do is answered with "But, but, but..." or "Well, well, well..." I feel embarrassed of her behavior when I am around others, thinking that they must be making judgements of my parenting. We've also started another big potty push this week, which has had big challenges. For the first 24 hours it was a literal battle to get her to even SIT on the potty. As of today, I'm happy with our progress, but she is still refusing to attempt to poop. This is extra frustrating because she was doing this just fine during our last training attempt. I know she CAN do it, she just WON'T. Ugh.
Her eating is terrible, and I almost laughed when the doctor asked me if she was eating "a variety of foods from all 4 groups?" HA! Good one. Meals feel like battles, too.
On top of these struggles, both of my kids have had fevers for over a week. Today is day 10 for Katy and day 7 for David. We've already been the doctor twice, but I think if they still have them tomorrow, I will have to take them again. Ten days of fever isn't just a virus - do you think? Another trip to the doctor seems daunting.
I'm looking at our calendar for July, and it's jam packed, starting with 2 weeks of swim lessons tomorrow. When I look at it, there are all of these fun activities planned, but things just seem so crazy, I feel like my head is spinning and the day to day is hard. We had to take the van in for some maintenance this week and we've had 4 electronic devices break since we moved. (two of them we cashed in the "2 year replacement plan")
I think another thing that is contributing to this is that with all of the recent busyness, I've been eating terribly and haven't exercised in...oh gosh...I can't put it in writing it's been so long. And even though I think pulling that aspect of my life together would help, I can't for the life of me figure out how to do it - I'm just getting by as it is.
So I hope that doesn't seem too whiny. I look at my husband and my kids and wonder how I can complain - they are so great and I am so blessed. But sometimes the day to day is tough. I know it will pass. Sitting down to write it out has helped. Thanks for listening.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
So despite saying approximately 1 million times that she "didn't want to go to the doctor, was scared, didn't like doctors, wanted to go home," etc, Katy was a champ. She clung to me quietly while we talked to the doctor, and then she allowed Dr. B to examine her while she watched quietly. She even opened her mouth when he pulled out the tongue depressor, as if she knew what it was for. It was such a relief, to have a sign that she will grow out of this and be able to have normal reactions to people she doesn't know.
And of course, I never want to underestimate how incredible it is to have a good well check from a health perspective. Fevers, diaper rash, and potty training are such minor issues, and I'm so thankful for my healthy kids.
Weight: 29 # - 25%'ile
Height: 35" - 20%'ile
Weight: 24#, 3 oz. - 45%'ile
Height: 30" - 20%'ile
Two things that are interesting to me: one is how David is approaching Katy in size, and also how David's height and weight percentiles keep switching between 20-50%. I have to wonder how accurate their measurements are, anyway. Basically he's on the small side of average, let's just leave it at that.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Katy loved swimming, as usual, but thankfully, she wasn't as fearless as last year. She went down the slide with Brian a couple of times and then said it was "too fast."
Apparently inside there was a wasp's nest. A wasp flew out and into David's mouth and STUNG HIM ON THE TONGUE. It was awful. It started to swell and I was worried about blocking his airway and having an allergic reaction. I talked to my pediatrician on the phone, who told me what to look for and when to take him to the ER. He ended up being fine.
**Tuesday morning as we prepared to leave, I discovered that David had developed Katy's fever. We got in the van and discovered that the DVD player stopped working. UGH.
Overall, though, it was a good trip. We always enjoy our time with Brian's family and they really spoil us. I need to come up with the next thing for Katy to look forward to!
Friday, June 19, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
So it's time for some pics. This might be a bit of overload for some of you, so you can skim. But I took photos of every room, because I'm just a weee bit excited. As noted by the exclamation points.
A little slice of heaven, aka first floor half bath.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
1) I had David down to nursing once a day in the morning. For various reasons, I decided last week that I wanted to be done. So I haven't nursed him since Sunday morning (72 hours). I'm pretty uncomfortable, and I can't remember from last time. Should I pump or just let it work itself out?
2) Katy has been having bedtime issues, which inclue getting up several times and taking over an hour to fall asleep. Once we moved and she was able to open our modern-day doorknobs, this then evolved into getting up throughout the night. The night before last she got up TEN TIMES. We had tried various strategies, but THAT incident inspired me to figure out how to nip it in the bud, because that is NOT OK. (I spent yesterday with that newborn sleep deprived feeling, which is certainly no fun)
So we made a chart, we explained the rules, and the rewards (gummi worms) and consequences (child-proof door handle). She lasted half an hour, came out of her room, I installed the doorknob, and she threw a 45 minute kicking screaming tantrum. Then she fell asleep for the remainder of the night. Threw another tantrum in the morning when she was not allowed to have a gummi worm. I'm hoping that the first night is the toughest. It'll get better from here, right?
3) Yesterday my sister asked me about potty training. I almost cried. One issue at a time, please.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Of course Brian tries once and gets all kinds of good footage. I'm just putting a small clip here to show that truly, he's a toddler now. *sniff*
A typical meal for Katy is approximately 3 adult-sized bites. On a good day. She just doesn't eat much. And she certainly doesn't eat meat, except for hot dogs. At a restaurant we're looking at one or two bites, because she's so distracted, isn't used to the food, and wants to get down and run around.
Chipotle, on the other hand, is different.
Everytime we say we're going out to eat, she looks at us with hopeful eyes, "Are we going to Meh-hote-lay?" The other night, we were indeed. We sat down outside (where I feel significantly less guilty about the amount of rice we leave on the floor), and we didn't hear a peep out of her for a solid 10 minutes as she shoved her single soft taco with rice, pork, and cheese into her mouth by the forkfull. Finally, we started picking up the trash from the table and she said desperately, "Wait! I'm not finished yet!" as she picked at the rice still left in her bowl.
I have never heard her say such a thing in her life.
I'm telling you. Crack cocaine.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
The last week has been ca-razy. For some reason, neither Brian or I thought to plan for the amount of work we would need to do in the old house immediately after we moved in order to prepare it for renters to move in on June 1st. The only thing I had planned was to have a 2 day yard sale (my first ever) for May 30-31st.
Forget unpacking. Brian spent every spare minute last week at the old house, painting, repairing, cleaning, and preparing for new renters. I was at the new house for long days with the kids, living out of boxes and trying to prepare for the yard sale. And we were both exhausted.
The day before the yard sale I started to freak out about how I was going to make it all happen with Brian home with the kids (the sale was at the old house), so we recruited my mother-in-law to come and save our sorry souls. And thank goodness she agreed! We never would have made it without her.
Brian and I worked hard to have the sale, and at first I was really disappointed with the turnout. But then my genius of a husband pulled out his trusty laptop and his camera phone. He took pictures of the larger items and posted them individually on craigslist. We got rid of every single thing priced over $10. I couldn't believe it. Then the Boy Scouts, of all people, came and PICKED UP everything else that didn't sell so they could have it for their fundraiser. It worked out really nicely.
So now, we've got some cash and a list of things to shop for. Is anything more indulgant than buying fun things for a new house? And I really really love shopping. Especially shopping around for a particular item. I'm my mother's daughter.
And the boxes are working their way unpacked. I won't feel finished until the pictures are on the wall, and we're probably a couple weeks out from that.
Oh! I forgot to mention that David started walking (as a main mode of mobility) the weekend we moved! He is so cute, toddling around with his arms in the air. I will post a video next...but I literally just found the camera. I'm a little out of the loop in more ways than one.
But we love the new place. Katy hasn't seemed in any way sad that we moved. We were at the empty house and I said, "Would you rather live here or at the new house?" and she said, as if it were a stupid question, "At the new house, where all my toys are!"