Posts Tagged ‘ motherhood ’

Amelia. 20 months

Last week Amelia turned 20 months old. Some nerve she has.

Some great things about Amelia at 20 months old:

*Potty training. Can I get a what what?! Um, yeah. Either I’m a potty training genius or Amelia is. Either way, we are loving it. It’s only been a week, so I fully expect her to back slide now that I’ve declared to the inter webs that she’s potty trained. I can’t even HANDLE how cute she is in her little big girl undies.

*Talking. Amelia had been stuck on one syllable sounds for some time. I was about to lose my mind trying to figure out if “Bah” meant ball, book, balloon, bath, baby, etc. Thank the good little talking fairies, because we are now hearing words like “Potty,” “Baby,” “Juice,” “All done,” and “Help, please.” She still holds complete conversations in babble gibberish, which I hope never ends. She might not want to do it public once she is like 30. But she can always just live here forever and then it will be totally fine, right?

*Helping. Helping is like baby crack for Amelia. She’s not happy unless she is all up in your grill “helping” you with whatever you’re doing. The scary thing is…she is actually starting to be helpful! She helps me unload the dishwasher every morning by handing me each item, one at a time. Takes a tiny bit longer than doing it by myself, but I don’t have to bend over at all….so totally worth it. She loves to help with laundry, sweeping, finding Molly’s paci, giving Molly her paci, putting everyone’s shoes away, etc. Basically, if you say, “I need your help with this,” she is fired up and ready to assist. Need someone to crawl under a crib and get a paci? Amelia’s your girl. Need a laundry basket pushed over to the washer? Easy peasy. Amelia’s been doing that since before she could walk. Need a fan turned on? That’s Amelia’s new specialty. I think I’ll start hiring her out to the neighbors soon. Oh relax, I kid.

*Molly. The only thing Amelia could possibly love more than helping is playing with her sister. Molly is the first person she asks for as soon as she wakes up and the last person she kisses goodnight. I’d be jealous if it weren’t so darn adorable.

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Molly. 5 Months

Ok, ok, I maybe should have introduced you to this little turtle about 5 months ago. My bad. So SURPRISE! We had another baby. She’s pretty great. And she’s 5 months old now.

Some fun facts about Molly at 5 months old:

*She makes the above surprised face ALL THE TIME. And then breaks into a huge smile. When we go to get her out of her crib she does surprise face, HUGE smile, squeal and kick. Every time.

*She can squeal as high as Amelia and growl as low as Daddy. Sister got some range.

*She rolls all over the place and scoots around her crib. She hasn’t figured out how to scoot around the house yet, thankfully.

*She’s always working on her abs. She doesn’t like to be reclined so she does little baby crunches to get more upright or to tip herself onto her stomach.

*She’s happy most of the time. She’ll play in the jump up for 20 minutes, then play on the floor for a while, then play in the pac n play with Amelia. Sometimes I feel bad that I don’t hold her as much as I held Amelia, but she is just so darn happy all the time that it really isn’t necessary.

*She loves, Loves, LOVES her big sister, and it’s pretty mutual. I love watching those two girls together.

*She is a super fast eater and would rather look around and play than eat.

*She’s so playful that she’ll even wake up to play in the middle of the night. We’re working on it.

If anyone would like to sign up for midnight play shifts we’re taking applicants. Must love to play Peekaboo, Where’s My Paci, So Big, and 5 Green and Speckled Frogs.

Embrace the Camera

I found this idea while blog surfing in the middle of the night. Side note on blog surfing: It’s what I do when I’m nursing the baby. Thank goodness for my iPod. I don’t know how women stayed awake to feed the baby in the middle of the night back in the olden days when they only had the internet on computers. Now I have the internet on a little glowing 3 inch screen in my hand. In bed. With the baby.

So back to the idea: Take pictures of yourself with your kids. Mind blowing right? But it doesn’t actually happen all that often. We have appoximately 15,763 pictures of Amelia, but not that many of us with Amelia. We’re always behind the camera. So this challenge “Embrace the Camera” is about getting into photos with your children. I know I love looking at old pictures of my mom and me  – hopefully Amelia will feel the same way one day. Read more about Embrace the Camera here.

Here’s our photo for this week

This is how we spend our days. Just the two of us. Doing everything together. I hold her in one arm while I get the laundry out of the dryer (or put it in). Then I add her to the basket so that I can carry it our room. She doesn’t mind. What she minds is being left alone in the swing or on the floor. She wants to part of the action. Can’t say I blame her. I’m sure one day I’ll miss the days I did laundry with one hand. So today…I photograph it.

The dark and dreary doldrums

Oh, the winter doldrums. Rain. Wind. Clouds. Mud. Gloom. Cranky baby.

Do babies realize when the world is colorless and drab? Does it affect them like it does adults?

There’s a cranky baby living at my house this week. I think her stomach is bothering her. Or maybe she’s teething. Aren’t all new parents supposed to blame all their baby’s maladies on teething? Whatever it is, she ain’t happy about it. And she’s definitely not going to sleep through it. All day long it’s been, “Mama hold me. No, lay me on my play mat. No, I changed my mind, I want to swing. NO, I said feed me! Do NOT walk away from me, Mama!” Of course, it’s not easy to interpret all these commands when they all come in some form of “AAAAaaaaaaaaa.”

On days like these I remember a blog post I read on (in)courage back when Amelia was only a few weeks old. I bookmarked it then because I knew I would need it one day. There was a specific quote that stuck out to me. From Brother Lawrence, a 17th century monk that I had never heard of. But I love this quote of his anyway. And since he has never heard of me either, we’re even.

“We ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed.”

I think I’m going to print this out today and tape it to my forehead. Or better yet, Amelia’s. I’ll be sure to see it all day long that way.

 

Essential New Mama Skills

Did you know there is a skill involved in eating reheated, cold leftovers with one hand? Yes, the leftovers were reheated, and yes, they are cold again. Because the baby needed a diaper change or an outfit change or an attitude change…so now you get to eat cold leftovers with one hand. Because your other hand is busy holding the baby. The cold-reheated-leftovers-with-one-hand skill is not for the faint of heart.

Another skill I’ve mastered is performing-ordinary-tasks-at-extraordinary-speeds. You would too if your baby only slept 45 minutes at a time. Ever try to get dressed, eat breakfast, clean it up, sweep the floors, mop the floors, and write a blog post in 45 minutes? You learn to move fast unless you want to get so far behind in your day that you’re eating dinner the next morning.

Or how about this one? I call it putting-on-your-clothes-one-hour-at-a-time. This morning I had started to get dressed when the baby woke up. I had only gotten as far as putting a cute top on. So I did what any self respecting mama would do: stayed in my cute top, left my pajama pants on, and crawled back into bed to nurse the baby. So comfy. I love my bed. I didn’t remember to put real pants on till 11am. No wonder I was so comfortable all morning.

The Best of My Day, January 17: Accidental pajama morning