It's been a looooooong day. It's been impossible to put Adam down and Ellie has just been straight up impossible. Any time that her brother was asleep, she was whining and crying and screaming about things (ie, we were not sitting and reading books or coloring or doing fun things that didn't involve him.) And then during the forty five minutes when both children were asleep and not being held, Lulu came and tried to stick her butt in my face. It is hard to be the most popular person in this house, and to be so out numbered.
But the upside is that this is beginning to happen:
Enjoy the terrible quality!
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Monday, May 13, 2013
Mother's Day
We had a lovely family weekend with our darling kiddos. We all slept in until 7:30 on Saturday morning, and on Sunday I crawled back into bed post AM feeding and then got to sleep until 9. NINE! That is practically mid afternoon! When I got up, Tim had all of the children piled on his lap, watching Daniel Tiger, and once he was free from them, he went and got me coffee and a donut, and we opened all my cards. Perfect morning! Then we went over to celebrate with Gigi, which involved a trip to the park and a nice soak in the spa. I am amazed at how much bigger Ellie is in the pool - last year she'd walk around the spa and the water was up to her shoulders, now it's only waist level.
I had hoped that mom and I could get out to see the Great Gatsby, but the timing didn't end up working, so I went to the gym instead. That's the same thing as a movie, right? I thought I was doing such a good job with walking and jogging, but I almost died back on the elliptical. There is work left to do!
When everyone woke up and got cleaned up, we went over to celebrate Mimi, and had a nice, relaxed night. Ellie played outside with Pa, Adam ate a lot and slept a little and we had a nice dinner together. Plus Ellie convinced her grandparents to have a dance party, and told me to go away so that they could dance. Well excuuuuuuuse me.
This morning seven week old Adam had his six week check up. He's 11lbs, 13oz and 23 inches long, so he's gained nearly three pounds and grown two inches since his second week of life. He's in the 75th percentile for height and weight, with a head that it's in the 98th. Much less his giant melonheaded sister. Even though he was half a pound smaller at birth, he's a full pound bigger than she was at the same age, so it looks like thus far, he's avoided my short genes. He's also starting to coo a little and showed off for the doctor, who pronounced him perfect. He's a delightful little pork roast.
Performing a 45 pound dead lift. In a pinch, I can carry both of them and a diaper bag.
Everyone's looking at the camera! The bigger Adam gets, the greater resemblance I'm seeing between the kids. It's still funny to me to say "the kids." For so long, everything was "the baby" (as in Ellie) and sometimes, "the inside baby and the outside baby" when discussing both children. But now everything is "the kids." I am so lucky to have two such beautiful, sweet, funny kids.
I had hoped that mom and I could get out to see the Great Gatsby, but the timing didn't end up working, so I went to the gym instead. That's the same thing as a movie, right? I thought I was doing such a good job with walking and jogging, but I almost died back on the elliptical. There is work left to do!
When everyone woke up and got cleaned up, we went over to celebrate Mimi, and had a nice, relaxed night. Ellie played outside with Pa, Adam ate a lot and slept a little and we had a nice dinner together. Plus Ellie convinced her grandparents to have a dance party, and told me to go away so that they could dance. Well excuuuuuuuse me.
This morning seven week old Adam had his six week check up. He's 11lbs, 13oz and 23 inches long, so he's gained nearly three pounds and grown two inches since his second week of life. He's in the 75th percentile for height and weight, with a head that it's in the 98th. Much less his giant melonheaded sister. Even though he was half a pound smaller at birth, he's a full pound bigger than she was at the same age, so it looks like thus far, he's avoided my short genes. He's also starting to coo a little and showed off for the doctor, who pronounced him perfect. He's a delightful little pork roast.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Jammers.
Growing.
Well, we sadly had to put Becca on a plane yesterday. Her help over the past week was amazing - having someone to hold Adam so I could get things done and entertain Ellie when I was nursing. She really was a team player - changing nasty blow out diapers, getting peed on once, having Ellie refuse to hold her hand (jerk!) It was so nice to have her keeping me company and making me laugh. Really, the only reason we let her go home is because I already have my plane tickets to see her in July and celebrate her wedding.
Meanwhile, we were back to our regular music class this morning. We missed last week because we were getting Bec at the airport. When we went to make the lesson up on Monday afternoon, Ellie lost her marbles over the fact that Lexi wouldn't be there. Then this morning when I told her Lexi was sick and wouldn't be at our regular class, there was copious weeping in the kitchen. Hopefully next week! We did get to go to the park beforehand, and then there was some dancing at music, like usual. Adam slept through most of it, which I appreciate. Then we were able to join the knitters at the newly reopened Pedros, where Ellie ate her very own taco, and I put down a burrito like I'd never eaten before. Nursing makes me hoooooongry.
Adam continues to be an excellent nurser. He is different from his sister in that he will get full and refuse to eat more - he'll actually cry if he's tired and full and milk goes into his mouth. Ellie would have eaten until her stomach exploded. Last weekend seemed to be a big growth spurt for our little guy, and after spending several days feeding him mostly nonstop, he's thankfully doing a lot more sleeping and when I did the laundry I had to pull out several outfits that he's outgrown. He's solidly into his 3 month outfits, while Ellie is pushing mostly into 3T clothing. My stack of laundry to space bag was almost larger than my stack of laundry to put back in the dressers. WHO AUTHORIZED THIS! They are all so big.
Adam is starting to look more like his sister to me. Everyone keeps commenting how similar they look, and I haven't really seen it. Then I took this picture and was forced to acknowledge the resemblance:
They are both cute - Tim and I make good babies.
Meanwhile, we were back to our regular music class this morning. We missed last week because we were getting Bec at the airport. When we went to make the lesson up on Monday afternoon, Ellie lost her marbles over the fact that Lexi wouldn't be there. Then this morning when I told her Lexi was sick and wouldn't be at our regular class, there was copious weeping in the kitchen. Hopefully next week! We did get to go to the park beforehand, and then there was some dancing at music, like usual. Adam slept through most of it, which I appreciate. Then we were able to join the knitters at the newly reopened Pedros, where Ellie ate her very own taco, and I put down a burrito like I'd never eaten before. Nursing makes me hoooooongry.
Adam continues to be an excellent nurser. He is different from his sister in that he will get full and refuse to eat more - he'll actually cry if he's tired and full and milk goes into his mouth. Ellie would have eaten until her stomach exploded. Last weekend seemed to be a big growth spurt for our little guy, and after spending several days feeding him mostly nonstop, he's thankfully doing a lot more sleeping and when I did the laundry I had to pull out several outfits that he's outgrown. He's solidly into his 3 month outfits, while Ellie is pushing mostly into 3T clothing. My stack of laundry to space bag was almost larger than my stack of laundry to put back in the dressers. WHO AUTHORIZED THIS! They are all so big.
Adam is starting to look more like his sister to me. Everyone keeps commenting how similar they look, and I haven't really seen it. Then I took this picture and was forced to acknowledge the resemblance:
Monday, May 6, 2013
Seis.
Adam is going to be six weeks old in a matter of hours. The time has gone amazingly fast. With Ellie, I was counting down the days until six weeks because I was told it was going to get "easier" but with Adam, we've just sort of moved right along. We have our tough moments, but there is much less sobbing, overall. He's a sweet little guy, and we are six weeks in with no big displays of jealousy from his big sister.
We had a crazy busy weekend. Becca and I are really having a blast together, and two of our LA girlfriends came down for visits, and then Frank and Jasmin and Lucas stopped by yesterday afternoon. Party all the time! Plus Ellie got to go to the petting zoo yesterday morning. And we had an additional animal sighting.
Yesterday morning most of us were up at 6am (hooray... yawn) and around 7 I was going to the garage to grab a Diet Coke. I opened the door and had a small creature scurry to my feet. I thought it was a rat and started screaming, and then as I was slamming the door shut, realized it was actually a possum. Tim came running out of bed in his underwear at the sound of my screams and the word "baby" (for baby possum.) Not the way we all wanted to start our mornings. I went and opened the garage door from the outside, and called animal control. They said they don't come out unless you can tell them exactly where the animal is, and in the case of a small possum, all they'd do is shoo it. Tim tried to tell me that since possums are marsupial, I couldn't have possibly seen a baby one, and I told him it was small, but I wouldn't have been screaming if it was an inch long pink eraser looking thing. It was a varmint! Maybe not a full grown varmint, but one none the less. When we finally went out to shoo, we found no possums in the garage, just a napkin he'd chewed. I am still a little nervous to go out there - I hope the whole family isn't living in the rafters and just waiting silently to drop on my head. We're pretty sure he came in because we accidentally left the garage door open the other night.
Ellie is IN LOVE with the idea of the possum. We discuss him multiple times a day now - how he came in to drink all our soda (Auntie Becca's contribution) and how I told him to go home and see his mommy, and how he scared me. She also likes to say how she went out and held him and shushed him (a bold faced lie) and how silly it all was. Silly in a wild animal surprising the crap out of me way.
We had a crazy busy weekend. Becca and I are really having a blast together, and two of our LA girlfriends came down for visits, and then Frank and Jasmin and Lucas stopped by yesterday afternoon. Party all the time! Plus Ellie got to go to the petting zoo yesterday morning. And we had an additional animal sighting.
Yesterday morning most of us were up at 6am (hooray... yawn) and around 7 I was going to the garage to grab a Diet Coke. I opened the door and had a small creature scurry to my feet. I thought it was a rat and started screaming, and then as I was slamming the door shut, realized it was actually a possum. Tim came running out of bed in his underwear at the sound of my screams and the word "baby" (for baby possum.) Not the way we all wanted to start our mornings. I went and opened the garage door from the outside, and called animal control. They said they don't come out unless you can tell them exactly where the animal is, and in the case of a small possum, all they'd do is shoo it. Tim tried to tell me that since possums are marsupial, I couldn't have possibly seen a baby one, and I told him it was small, but I wouldn't have been screaming if it was an inch long pink eraser looking thing. It was a varmint! Maybe not a full grown varmint, but one none the less. When we finally went out to shoo, we found no possums in the garage, just a napkin he'd chewed. I am still a little nervous to go out there - I hope the whole family isn't living in the rafters and just waiting silently to drop on my head. We're pretty sure he came in because we accidentally left the garage door open the other night.
Ellie is IN LOVE with the idea of the possum. We discuss him multiple times a day now - how he came in to drink all our soda (Auntie Becca's contribution) and how I told him to go home and see his mommy, and how he scared me. She also likes to say how she went out and held him and shushed him (a bold faced lie) and how silly it all was. Silly in a wild animal surprising the crap out of me way.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Balancing Act.
Such head control. He's advanced.
Much like his sister before him.
(in both instances, Tim needs a hair cut.)
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Auntie Becca.
Hello loyal blog friends. Sorry for the slow week. It's been a slow week, except for the fact that on Wednesday morning we picked Auntie Becca up at the airport, HOORAY! I am so happy to have her here, not only because I love her to death, but because lately I feel like the wheels are sort of coming off being a mother of two, and I am eternally grateful for the second pair of hands. Lately it feels impossible to do anything if both children are awake, because one baby is always screaming for me. And hearing screaming all day makes me a little loony. Thankfully, Adam loves snuggling with Becca, and Ellie loves looking at pictures of cats and playing in the tent with her. Also, Becca is sleeping on the trundle bed in Ellie's room. SLEEPOVER PARTY!
Adam has started to give some huge gassy smiles. I cannot WAIT until he gives me a real one. I will eat his face when that happens.
Becca told me I had to put Adam in a real piece of clothing instead of just pajamas. He is wearied by it. He is nearly six weeks old and this is only his second day out of footie pajamas (I had him in a onesie once.)
Considering smiling!
Someone is turning into a big fat fatty!
From Sunday evening - Ellie and her Mommy Matters pals got together at the park, and we tried to take a picture of all of them. As you may recall, Ellie has been SCREAMING through these pictures for the past year or so. This time she didn't scream, but she at first refused to sit.
Then I promised her a piece of candy
I didn't have any with me though. SUCKER. I cannot believe that they're all almost three, and that half of these kiddos are big siblings now or will be before the month is out (the two guys at the end are brothers, so cute!)
Adam has started to give some huge gassy smiles. I cannot WAIT until he gives me a real one. I will eat his face when that happens.
From Sunday evening - Ellie and her Mommy Matters pals got together at the park, and we tried to take a picture of all of them. As you may recall, Ellie has been SCREAMING through these pictures for the past year or so. This time she didn't scream, but she at first refused to sit.
Then I promised her a piece of candy
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