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altarflame) wrote2008-03-03 09:17 pm
altarflame) wrote2008-03-03 09:17 pm
*I* got a package from Sara/rainingkisses today...
And it had a lot of super cute clothes in it - I mean tons of really, really cute stuff.
But there was this one skirt and shirt that took the cake, for me. Laura and I were squealing and squeeing about it. I mean...geez. My baby + this outfit = !!!!!
She is all banged up :/ She's too fearless for a 10 month old...she's gotten so good at walking, and now she can walk FAST and climb far too well (from the block table to the bench and right up over the back of the couch in under 30 seconds, for instance - things like up onto Isaac's toddler bed stopped being hard long ago).
YESTERDAY it was so bad I didn't even want to take her out - I thought somebody would call the cops on us or something! We went to the zoo as it was Grant's day off and the whole time I was aware of it. She had, in addition to that forehead knot and the hairline bang, a vertical line bruise on one cheek and a red side of her nose. She thinks it's a good idea to play rough with her big brothers, among other things, but they are pretty gentle with her...it's usually her own fault when she goes diving or careening.
Still adorable.
"Wait a minute...my sister has a muffin...let me wait until she's off her guard...and...
"NOW!!!"
Guess who won that battle?
They're really good muffins.
Brian likes them, too.
I seriously cannot get over this outfit.
Fat feet!
"I picked you some flowers, Mom."
As soon as I took them, he said, "Have milk now?" I think he was trying to buy it :p He's been getting a ton more rest and I've been making sure to give him outside running time every afternoon, and he's really, really better because of it...I don't know how people with little kids, especially little boys, DEAL with winter up north and not getting out of the house!
I did something crazy last night. I slept. Really! Grant, Jake, Elise and I all went down together at about 1:30am, after a fun night of barbecue and backyard s'mores with Shaun, and went to sleep. And Jake, Elise and I didn't get up until 11am. It was incredible. Though at the time, I was less than thrilled. Going to sleep right when they did meant that when I got up, last night's dinner mess was still ALL OVER THE KITCHEN, a few dishes left on the dining table, and there was food on the floor around Elise's chair and the bench she sometimes stands at with fruit, and the de-cluttering of the general floor that I usually do before I lay down was still not done...It was just a disaster, I had to spend the hour and a half that I usually do late at night cleaning just to get it to the point it's usually at when I wake up and say, "Ugh, I HAVE to sweep and mop and vaccum and scrub the table and clear this Counter of Doom NOW just to make this place liveable".
But, I had my old, normal level of patience and fun, and things just seemed so much easier as evening kicked in, and I really think it's because I was rested. It's a conundrum.
Laura was here most of the afternoon today, so with her help I was able to get the kitchen totally under control even with a big lunch and a batch of muffins factored in...we just double teamed all of it together and ate together and played outside together. Everyone always says "clean as you go", but that's not so easy when you're wearing a baby, letting a toddler "help" and teaching two different math lessons "as you go" already.
Evening: A and A wanted to paint an egg carton.
Her haircut rocks. Everyone loves it. Our neighbor Martha says she is jealous.
Isaac is back on The Wizard of Oz.
This baby fell asleep in the sling...
And then transferred easily.
I'm happy.
Today was "That day" with Elise...that day that I cried about in the NICU, wanting so bad and afraid would never come. With her all dolled up in some cute dress running around outside, laughing and ticklish and eating things...it just hit me at some point. Damn I love this baby. I mean, damn.
But there was this one skirt and shirt that took the cake, for me. Laura and I were squealing and squeeing about it. I mean...geez. My baby + this outfit = !!!!!
She is all banged up :/ She's too fearless for a 10 month old...she's gotten so good at walking, and now she can walk FAST and climb far too well (from the block table to the bench and right up over the back of the couch in under 30 seconds, for instance - things like up onto Isaac's toddler bed stopped being hard long ago).
YESTERDAY it was so bad I didn't even want to take her out - I thought somebody would call the cops on us or something! We went to the zoo as it was Grant's day off and the whole time I was aware of it. She had, in addition to that forehead knot and the hairline bang, a vertical line bruise on one cheek and a red side of her nose. She thinks it's a good idea to play rough with her big brothers, among other things, but they are pretty gentle with her...it's usually her own fault when she goes diving or careening.
Still adorable.
"Wait a minute...my sister has a muffin...let me wait until she's off her guard...and...
"NOW!!!"
Guess who won that battle?
They're really good muffins.
Brian likes them, too.
I seriously cannot get over this outfit.
Fat feet!
"I picked you some flowers, Mom."
As soon as I took them, he said, "Have milk now?" I think he was trying to buy it :p He's been getting a ton more rest and I've been making sure to give him outside running time every afternoon, and he's really, really better because of it...I don't know how people with little kids, especially little boys, DEAL with winter up north and not getting out of the house!
I did something crazy last night. I slept. Really! Grant, Jake, Elise and I all went down together at about 1:30am, after a fun night of barbecue and backyard s'mores with Shaun, and went to sleep. And Jake, Elise and I didn't get up until 11am. It was incredible. Though at the time, I was less than thrilled. Going to sleep right when they did meant that when I got up, last night's dinner mess was still ALL OVER THE KITCHEN, a few dishes left on the dining table, and there was food on the floor around Elise's chair and the bench she sometimes stands at with fruit, and the de-cluttering of the general floor that I usually do before I lay down was still not done...It was just a disaster, I had to spend the hour and a half that I usually do late at night cleaning just to get it to the point it's usually at when I wake up and say, "Ugh, I HAVE to sweep and mop and vaccum and scrub the table and clear this Counter of Doom NOW just to make this place liveable".
But, I had my old, normal level of patience and fun, and things just seemed so much easier as evening kicked in, and I really think it's because I was rested. It's a conundrum.
Laura was here most of the afternoon today, so with her help I was able to get the kitchen totally under control even with a big lunch and a batch of muffins factored in...we just double teamed all of it together and ate together and played outside together. Everyone always says "clean as you go", but that's not so easy when you're wearing a baby, letting a toddler "help" and teaching two different math lessons "as you go" already.
Evening: A and A wanted to paint an egg carton.
Her haircut rocks. Everyone loves it. Our neighbor Martha says she is jealous.
Isaac is back on The Wizard of Oz.
This baby fell asleep in the sling...
And then transferred easily.
I'm happy.
Today was "That day" with Elise...that day that I cried about in the NICU, wanting so bad and afraid would never come. With her all dolled up in some cute dress running around outside, laughing and ticklish and eating things...it just hit me at some point. Damn I love this baby. I mean, damn.