Showing posts with label Kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kids. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
The Ugly Truth About My Weekend
Yesterday started out as a good day. I made the kids breakfast and played with them. When Lauren went down for her nap at 11am, I cleaned the living room. This took me three hours to do because of all the toys to pick up, the kids wanting a drink, the dusting that had to be done, the kids wanting a snack, the kids fighting, the sweeping I had to do, the kids bringing out more toys, the kids fighting, and finally the mopping.
I finished at 2pm right before Lauren woke up from her nap. I thought, ok I will take a break and when Mark gets home from work I will hurry and finish cleaning the rest of the house while he plays with the kids, then we will have our family time.
Then at 3pm, the phone rang...
Mark called to say that he had to work late and I just lost it. I mean really lost it. I cried and screamed and yelled and cried and cried, but to my dismay it didn't change the fact that he had to work trouble. I know it's not his fault, but I was so mad.
Mark has worked Saturdays since we have been married, and even before then. I should be used to it. I actually enjoyed it before we had kids. I would have Saturdays to do my thing, we would have Sundays together, and he would have Mondays to do his own thing while I worked.
But, since having kids and becoming a SAHM, Saturdays are the loneliest days for me. All my SAHM friends that I talk to and see during the week are with their husbands on Saturdays doing family things. I am here with the kids all day by myself with no one to talk to! Yes, I know it may sound childish, but it's how I feel. I hate Saturdays!
So, I cried for the rest of the afternoon and gave up on the cleaning because I was so mentally and physically worn out. By the time Mark got home at midnight I was an emotional mess and you couldn't even tell that I had spent 3 precious hours cleaning the living room.
We hardly talked and went to bed.
This morning I woke up fine until I went into the living room and realized that I was going to have to spend our only day as a family cleaning, and washing clothes, and doing laundry. I really got grouchy. I didn't say anything, but I think the scowl on my face gave it away.
Mark asked me what was wrong and that was so the wrong thing to do. I immediately started picking a fight with him and pushing buttons. We had one of those fights about who does what and who doesn't do this and who does the most and who sits on the couch too much and who takes out the trash.
I told Mark that I was going to show him what all I do by doing NOTHING! I stormed off to the bedroom and slammed the door, threw myself across the bed, and waited for him to come in after me to apologize. He didn't. And I fell asleep.
I woke up at 2pm, and Mark had cleaned the house, fed the kids lunch, and was doing laundry. He asked for my list to go to the grocery store and did all the grocery shopping. He put the groceries away and he cooked dinner.
At first, I felt kinda smug about it all thinking "Humph! That will show you all that I have to do and I have to do it all the time!"
Then, I felt guilty. I hate fighting with my husband. I don't think he completely understands what I deal with day after day because he's not a SAHM. And just by doing it one day doesn't give him the real feel of it. But, I probably don't completely understand what his job is like and what working the overtime is like and then coming home to a messy house and grumpy wife is like.
We've worked it out and we've prayed together about it. We may not be able to get the full realization of what the other one goes through on a daily basis, but we're going to try and be more understanding with each other.
And before you think I am the worst wife ever, I did apologize to my husband for my childish behavior, thank him a million times for the day off, and promise him a golf day!
And I've all ready said that one of my New Years Resolutions is to respect my husband more and be a better housekeeper and I am really going to work on that!
To end on a happier, funnier note: Nathan has been peeing in the potty every so often the past week or so. I am not pushing the potty training right now because I want to wait until after his surgery, but he does go sometimes on his own. Well, every time after he pees, he wipes his butt with toilet paper, yells "All done", and flushes! I keep trying to tell him he doesn't have to wipe his BUTT when he pees, but he still does! ha ha!
I finished at 2pm right before Lauren woke up from her nap. I thought, ok I will take a break and when Mark gets home from work I will hurry and finish cleaning the rest of the house while he plays with the kids, then we will have our family time.
Then at 3pm, the phone rang...
Mark called to say that he had to work late and I just lost it. I mean really lost it. I cried and screamed and yelled and cried and cried, but to my dismay it didn't change the fact that he had to work trouble. I know it's not his fault, but I was so mad.
Mark has worked Saturdays since we have been married, and even before then. I should be used to it. I actually enjoyed it before we had kids. I would have Saturdays to do my thing, we would have Sundays together, and he would have Mondays to do his own thing while I worked.
But, since having kids and becoming a SAHM, Saturdays are the loneliest days for me. All my SAHM friends that I talk to and see during the week are with their husbands on Saturdays doing family things. I am here with the kids all day by myself with no one to talk to! Yes, I know it may sound childish, but it's how I feel. I hate Saturdays!
So, I cried for the rest of the afternoon and gave up on the cleaning because I was so mentally and physically worn out. By the time Mark got home at midnight I was an emotional mess and you couldn't even tell that I had spent 3 precious hours cleaning the living room.
We hardly talked and went to bed.
This morning I woke up fine until I went into the living room and realized that I was going to have to spend our only day as a family cleaning, and washing clothes, and doing laundry. I really got grouchy. I didn't say anything, but I think the scowl on my face gave it away.
Mark asked me what was wrong and that was so the wrong thing to do. I immediately started picking a fight with him and pushing buttons. We had one of those fights about who does what and who doesn't do this and who does the most and who sits on the couch too much and who takes out the trash.
I told Mark that I was going to show him what all I do by doing NOTHING! I stormed off to the bedroom and slammed the door, threw myself across the bed, and waited for him to come in after me to apologize. He didn't. And I fell asleep.
I woke up at 2pm, and Mark had cleaned the house, fed the kids lunch, and was doing laundry. He asked for my list to go to the grocery store and did all the grocery shopping. He put the groceries away and he cooked dinner.
At first, I felt kinda smug about it all thinking "Humph! That will show you all that I have to do and I have to do it all the time!"
Then, I felt guilty. I hate fighting with my husband. I don't think he completely understands what I deal with day after day because he's not a SAHM. And just by doing it one day doesn't give him the real feel of it. But, I probably don't completely understand what his job is like and what working the overtime is like and then coming home to a messy house and grumpy wife is like.
We've worked it out and we've prayed together about it. We may not be able to get the full realization of what the other one goes through on a daily basis, but we're going to try and be more understanding with each other.
And before you think I am the worst wife ever, I did apologize to my husband for my childish behavior, thank him a million times for the day off, and promise him a golf day!
And I've all ready said that one of my New Years Resolutions is to respect my husband more and be a better housekeeper and I am really going to work on that!
To end on a happier, funnier note: Nathan has been peeing in the potty every so often the past week or so. I am not pushing the potty training right now because I want to wait until after his surgery, but he does go sometimes on his own. Well, every time after he pees, he wipes his butt with toilet paper, yells "All done", and flushes! I keep trying to tell him he doesn't have to wipe his BUTT when he pees, but he still does! ha ha!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Park
I took the kids to the park today hoping to wear them out since the cold weather and rain are coming in tonight and staying a few days.
We went down the slide face first...
and upside down.
A brother helped a brother...
a few different ways.
We found a ladybug in the grass.
We climbed.
a few different ways.
We found a ladybug in the grass.
We climbed.
We swang
We swung on the monkey bars.
We Ran.
And we got home and I was exhausted and the kids were more hyper than ever.
Thankfully, Uncle Joe popped in for a surprise visit and the kids cuddled on the couch with him while I took a break.
No naps today either so hopefully that means an early bed time!
Uncle Joe is staying for dinner and I will post later the recipe and pictures!
Hope you have all had a happy Sunday!
We Ran.
And we got home and I was exhausted and the kids were more hyper than ever.
Thankfully, Uncle Joe popped in for a surprise visit and the kids cuddled on the couch with him while I took a break.
No naps today either so hopefully that means an early bed time!
Uncle Joe is staying for dinner and I will post later the recipe and pictures!
Hope you have all had a happy Sunday!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Bed Times
Yesterday was such a wonderful Thanksgiving Day. I was so thankful for my family, for my children, and all that I have. I was so looking forward to a quiet evening at home since hubby had to work and the kids only took a nap on the short ride home after dinner. I planned on renting a movie and lounging on the couch in the peace and quiet.
Was I wrong? Yes.
I let the boys play for awhile when we got home. I gave them a nice, warm bath and let them relax and watch a cartoon before bed. I tucked them in with hugs and kisses and prayers and went to sit down and just relax.
SLAM! There went the door. Sighing I got up from the couch and went to see what's going on. Toys were everywhere, kids were jumping up and down on the bed, laughing and having a good ol' time. In a matter of seconds!!!
I watch Super Nanny all the time, so I tried her approach of getting kids to sleep in their beds by just placing them back in their beds without a word repeatedly. Well, I did this repeatedly. Over and over and over again.
Did I yell? Yes. Did I beg? Yes. Did I cry and plead and bribe? Yes, yes, and YES!
Did any of it work? NO!
When hubby got home a little after midnight, did he take the brunt of my frustration? Yes.
Hubby got them to bed after about 2 minutes of being home. He grinned from ear to ear like a Chester cat like he had done something. Excuse me, honey, but they were worn out from wearing me out!
Since hubby was leaving today for a 4 day hunting trip and leaving me as a single parent, he said that he would let me sleep in this morning to catch up on my rest.
I think he thought that the kids would sleep in as well since they were up so late.
Was he wrong? Of course.
At 6:15am the kids started stirring. To hubby's credit, he did get up with them. And he did feed the baby a bottle. And he did get her back to sleep. And then he did go back to sleep himself on the couch.
So the boys did come into my room and shake me awake. Over and over again. And when I just laid there playing possum hoping that my darling hubby would come rescue me, the boys did go in and out of my room slamming the door.
The very last time they went out they left the door wide open where I could every scream from their fights coming from the living room. I did not hear my hubby intervening, so I pulled back the covers and got out of bed.
Hubby was sleeping on the couch. Kids were yelling for breakfast. So about the time I have their breakfast cooked, dear hubby comes in and says "I've got that, why don't you get some rest".
Gee, thanks, dear.
Of course, I was wide awake by then and did not go back to bed.
Now that is 9pm and my kids are behaving the way they were last night I am wishing that I would have at least gone and pretended to sleep and just caught up on some Lifetime movies.
Their bed time is a fight every. single. night. How do any of you get your kids to bed at night, without just letting them pass out from exhaustion in the wee hours of the morning?
Was I wrong? Yes.
I let the boys play for awhile when we got home. I gave them a nice, warm bath and let them relax and watch a cartoon before bed. I tucked them in with hugs and kisses and prayers and went to sit down and just relax.
SLAM! There went the door. Sighing I got up from the couch and went to see what's going on. Toys were everywhere, kids were jumping up and down on the bed, laughing and having a good ol' time. In a matter of seconds!!!
I watch Super Nanny all the time, so I tried her approach of getting kids to sleep in their beds by just placing them back in their beds without a word repeatedly. Well, I did this repeatedly. Over and over and over again.
Did I yell? Yes. Did I beg? Yes. Did I cry and plead and bribe? Yes, yes, and YES!
Did any of it work? NO!
When hubby got home a little after midnight, did he take the brunt of my frustration? Yes.
Hubby got them to bed after about 2 minutes of being home. He grinned from ear to ear like a Chester cat like he had done something. Excuse me, honey, but they were worn out from wearing me out!
Since hubby was leaving today for a 4 day hunting trip and leaving me as a single parent, he said that he would let me sleep in this morning to catch up on my rest.
I think he thought that the kids would sleep in as well since they were up so late.
Was he wrong? Of course.
At 6:15am the kids started stirring. To hubby's credit, he did get up with them. And he did feed the baby a bottle. And he did get her back to sleep. And then he did go back to sleep himself on the couch.
So the boys did come into my room and shake me awake. Over and over again. And when I just laid there playing possum hoping that my darling hubby would come rescue me, the boys did go in and out of my room slamming the door.
The very last time they went out they left the door wide open where I could every scream from their fights coming from the living room. I did not hear my hubby intervening, so I pulled back the covers and got out of bed.
Hubby was sleeping on the couch. Kids were yelling for breakfast. So about the time I have their breakfast cooked, dear hubby comes in and says "I've got that, why don't you get some rest".
Gee, thanks, dear.
Of course, I was wide awake by then and did not go back to bed.
Now that is 9pm and my kids are behaving the way they were last night I am wishing that I would have at least gone and pretended to sleep and just caught up on some Lifetime movies.
Their bed time is a fight every. single. night. How do any of you get your kids to bed at night, without just letting them pass out from exhaustion in the wee hours of the morning?
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
How I Knew I Was NOT Done Having Babies!
Well, I thought I was done! LOL But, I know Cindy is asking about getting pregnant with Lauren and not a 4th child!
I'm going to back up all the way to my pregnancy with Sean on this one...
I had the best most absolute wonderful pregnancy with Sean. I loved every single second of it..even the morning sickness! It was all just an awesome experience. I had always wanted 4 kids, but with how great my pregnancy was going with Sean I thought maybe I could go for 7 - ha!
That is, until the delivery. I have never been though anything like that in my life. The labor, the pushing, the emergency c-section, all the pain. After that I didn't think about having another baby for a long time.
When Sean turned 1, I actually started thinking about a second baby. And then I remembered all the pain and I seriously could not imagine putting myself through that again. Of course, the outcome of it all was the best thing ever, but I just didn't think I could do that again.
I sat down with Mark and told him how I felt and I cried about it, but he understood how I felt and agreed that he would be happy with Sean as an only child.
Then, maybe about one week later, I was cleaning out my bathroom and found an old pregnancy test. Very old. I went to throw it in the trash, but thought instead of wasting it I would take it. Just for fun, ya know? Yep, Positive.
I was terrified. I really didn't know how I could go through another c-section. At my first OB appointment I started asking my dr. if she would tie my tubes when this baby was born. She would never agree to it. She said I was too young. Mark couldn't find anyone to give him a vasectomy since he was so young. So, we decided that when Nathan turned 2 if we still felt the same way we would petition the dr. to "fix" us.
I felt this way all through my pregnancy. I. Was. Done. I loved Nathan, but I was so scared of the delivery. I was so scared of not being able to love more than one child. I really didn't know if I could love 2 children equally. It was a really scary feeling for me as a mother. I just didn't think that it could be done.
Nathan's delivery went a 1000 times better than Sean's and as soon as I saw him, I really thought to myself "Oh, so this is how you love 2 the exact same". It was perfect. I had my two boys and I loved them oh-so-very much and I couldn't be happier. And, I was done.
Right around Nathan's 2nd birthday, I started getting baby fever again. I kept it to myself for awhile because I thought it would go away and I didn't want to freak out Mark. It didn't go away. Mark and I had a lot of long talks about it. What would having a 3rd child do to our household? What would it mean for the boys? What would it do to our future? We had to take a long look at all of this and how having another baby would change things. I had to decide if I could physically and mentally handle another pregnancy and delivery. That really worried Mark, too.
After all of this, we decided that it was good and that we did really want another baby for our family. It's just a decision that each husband and wife must make on their own.
And it was all so very worth it. The morning sickness, the stretch marks, the heartburn, the swollen feet, the surgeries, the hospital bills... All of it.
And I do love all 3 of them equally and the same and yet different because they are different.
I'm going to back up all the way to my pregnancy with Sean on this one...
I had the best most absolute wonderful pregnancy with Sean. I loved every single second of it..even the morning sickness! It was all just an awesome experience. I had always wanted 4 kids, but with how great my pregnancy was going with Sean I thought maybe I could go for 7 - ha!
That is, until the delivery. I have never been though anything like that in my life. The labor, the pushing, the emergency c-section, all the pain. After that I didn't think about having another baby for a long time.
When Sean turned 1, I actually started thinking about a second baby. And then I remembered all the pain and I seriously could not imagine putting myself through that again. Of course, the outcome of it all was the best thing ever, but I just didn't think I could do that again.
I sat down with Mark and told him how I felt and I cried about it, but he understood how I felt and agreed that he would be happy with Sean as an only child.
Then, maybe about one week later, I was cleaning out my bathroom and found an old pregnancy test. Very old. I went to throw it in the trash, but thought instead of wasting it I would take it. Just for fun, ya know? Yep, Positive.
I was terrified. I really didn't know how I could go through another c-section. At my first OB appointment I started asking my dr. if she would tie my tubes when this baby was born. She would never agree to it. She said I was too young. Mark couldn't find anyone to give him a vasectomy since he was so young. So, we decided that when Nathan turned 2 if we still felt the same way we would petition the dr. to "fix" us.
I felt this way all through my pregnancy. I. Was. Done. I loved Nathan, but I was so scared of the delivery. I was so scared of not being able to love more than one child. I really didn't know if I could love 2 children equally. It was a really scary feeling for me as a mother. I just didn't think that it could be done.
Nathan's delivery went a 1000 times better than Sean's and as soon as I saw him, I really thought to myself "Oh, so this is how you love 2 the exact same". It was perfect. I had my two boys and I loved them oh-so-very much and I couldn't be happier. And, I was done.
Right around Nathan's 2nd birthday, I started getting baby fever again. I kept it to myself for awhile because I thought it would go away and I didn't want to freak out Mark. It didn't go away. Mark and I had a lot of long talks about it. What would having a 3rd child do to our household? What would it mean for the boys? What would it do to our future? We had to take a long look at all of this and how having another baby would change things. I had to decide if I could physically and mentally handle another pregnancy and delivery. That really worried Mark, too.
After all of this, we decided that it was good and that we did really want another baby for our family. It's just a decision that each husband and wife must make on their own.
And it was all so very worth it. The morning sickness, the stretch marks, the heartburn, the swollen feet, the surgeries, the hospital bills... All of it.
And I do love all 3 of them equally and the same and yet different because they are different.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Doctor's Visit
The boys had a doctor appointment on Friday for their three and five year well checks. Lauren was going to stay with a friend of mine, but I decided to take her since we have all been coughing and having runny noses I wanted to the dr. to check her out too. I thought that I could brave this alone. I take care of all three of them by myself all day long. I've taken all three of them to store by myself. It didn't seem like a big deal at all. I. Will. Never. Do. That. Again. Never.
Sean is so terrified of the dr. that he started crying as soon as we walked in the door. He wanted me to hold him and sit in my lap the entire time. He is half my size! Lauren was screaming the whole time wanting to be held. Nathan was running around the waiting room, picking up the phone, opening and slamming doors.
Finally, we got called back into a room. We stop at the weight station. Sean falls to floor screaming. Lauren is still screaming. Nathan is running.
After about 15 minutes, we were able to get their weight and height. Off to the room we go. Sean needs to go with the nurse to check his vision and hearing. He is screaming. Lauren is still screaming. Nathan has a dirty diaper. The nurse finally gets Sean to go with her by promising him a sticker. I change Nathan's diaper and Lauren is still screaming. The nurse comes back with Sean and assures me that the dr. will be here in just one minute.
We wait. And wait. Lauren is screaming. Sean is crying and wanting in my lap. Nathan is opening the door. And slamming the door. I pick up Lauren and get everyone to sing and that keeps us busy for about 2 minutes. Nathan tries standing in the dr.'s chair to play in the sink. Sean is crying again. I put Lauren down to deal with the boys. Lauren is screaming.
After about 15 minutes, the dr. finally comes in. Sean is back in my lap crying and Nathan is back to slamming doors as I try to talk to the dr. It's time for her to examine Sean. Very loud screaming. I have to hold Sean down just for her to check his ears, throat, and listen to his heart. Finally, he is done and sits in the chair while she examines Nathan. Lauren is still screaming.
She checks out Lauren and Lauren is quiet and happy then. No one needed shots that day. Yay! Oh. Wait. Sean hasn't had his flu shot yet so we need to do that. Very loud screaming and yelling.
The nurse comes in to give Sean his shot. I have to lay my body across him to keep his arms down as the nurse grabs his legs. Lots of screaming by both Sean and Lauren.
An hour and half later, we walk out of there. Kids are happy, and I am crying and silently screaming.
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* Sean weighed 48.2 pounds (90 - 95%) and is 44 1/2 inches tall (75 - 90%). He is perfectly fine and healthy!
* Nathan weighed 36.1 pounds (75 - 90%) and is 39 inches tall (75 - 90%). He still has an ear infection that he has been battling for over a month now. The dr. also thinks that his tonsils are larger than normal and that is probably why he snores and sleeps so restless. We will be seeing an ENT on December 8.
* Poor Lauren did have an ear infection in each ear. She is on medicine and all ready seems to be doing better.
Sean is so terrified of the dr. that he started crying as soon as we walked in the door. He wanted me to hold him and sit in my lap the entire time. He is half my size! Lauren was screaming the whole time wanting to be held. Nathan was running around the waiting room, picking up the phone, opening and slamming doors.
Finally, we got called back into a room. We stop at the weight station. Sean falls to floor screaming. Lauren is still screaming. Nathan is running.
After about 15 minutes, we were able to get their weight and height. Off to the room we go. Sean needs to go with the nurse to check his vision and hearing. He is screaming. Lauren is still screaming. Nathan has a dirty diaper. The nurse finally gets Sean to go with her by promising him a sticker. I change Nathan's diaper and Lauren is still screaming. The nurse comes back with Sean and assures me that the dr. will be here in just one minute.
We wait. And wait. Lauren is screaming. Sean is crying and wanting in my lap. Nathan is opening the door. And slamming the door. I pick up Lauren and get everyone to sing and that keeps us busy for about 2 minutes. Nathan tries standing in the dr.'s chair to play in the sink. Sean is crying again. I put Lauren down to deal with the boys. Lauren is screaming.
After about 15 minutes, the dr. finally comes in. Sean is back in my lap crying and Nathan is back to slamming doors as I try to talk to the dr. It's time for her to examine Sean. Very loud screaming. I have to hold Sean down just for her to check his ears, throat, and listen to his heart. Finally, he is done and sits in the chair while she examines Nathan. Lauren is still screaming.
She checks out Lauren and Lauren is quiet and happy then. No one needed shots that day. Yay! Oh. Wait. Sean hasn't had his flu shot yet so we need to do that. Very loud screaming and yelling.
The nurse comes in to give Sean his shot. I have to lay my body across him to keep his arms down as the nurse grabs his legs. Lots of screaming by both Sean and Lauren.
An hour and half later, we walk out of there. Kids are happy, and I am crying and silently screaming.
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* Sean weighed 48.2 pounds (90 - 95%) and is 44 1/2 inches tall (75 - 90%). He is perfectly fine and healthy!
* Nathan weighed 36.1 pounds (75 - 90%) and is 39 inches tall (75 - 90%). He still has an ear infection that he has been battling for over a month now. The dr. also thinks that his tonsils are larger than normal and that is probably why he snores and sleeps so restless. We will be seeing an ENT on December 8.
* Poor Lauren did have an ear infection in each ear. She is on medicine and all ready seems to be doing better.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
First Child, Second Child, Third Child
Here is a poem that I am sure you have all read before about having 3 children. I think it is too cute though.
How motherhood progresses as the family increases:
YOUR CLOTHES
1st child - You begin wearing maternity clothes as soon as your OB-GYN confirms your pregnant.
2nd child - You wear your regular clothes for as long as possible.
3rd child - Your regular clothes are your maternity clothes!
THE BABY'S NAME
1st child - You pore over baby name books and practice pronouncing and writing combinations of all your favorites.
2nd child - Someone has to name their kid after great-aunt Mavis, right? Might as well be you.
3rd child - You open a name book, close your eyes, and see where your finger falls. Bimaldo? Sounds good to me!
PREPARING FOR BIRTH
1st child - You practice your breathing regularly.
2nd child - You don't bother practicing, because you remember from last time that breathing didn't do a thing.
3rd child - You ask for an epidural in the 8th month.
CLOTHING
1st child - You pre-wash your newborns clothes, color-coordinate them, and fold them neatly in the baby's bureau.
2nd child - You make sure the clothes are clean and only discard those with the darkest stains.
3rd child - Boys can wear pink, can't they?!!?
WORRIES
1st child - At the first sign of distress - a whimper, a frown - you pick up the baby.
2nd child - You pick up the baby when her wails threaten to wake your firstborn.
3rd child - You teach your three year old how to rewind the mechanical swing.
ACTIVITIES
1st baby - You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics, Baby Swim, and Baby Story Hour.
2nd baby - You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics.
3rd baby - You take your infant to the super market and dry cleaners.
GOING OUT
1st baby - The first time you leave your baby with a sitter, you call home 5 times.
2nd baby - Just before you walk out the door, you remember to leave the number where you can be reach.
3rd baby - You leave instructions for the sitter to only call if she sees blood.
AT HOME
1st baby - You spend a good bit of every day just gazing at your baby.
2nd baby - You spend a little bit of every day watching to be sure your older child isn't squeezing, poking, or hitting the baby.
3rd baby - You spend a little bit of every day hiding from the children.
How motherhood progresses as the family increases:
YOUR CLOTHES
1st child - You begin wearing maternity clothes as soon as your OB-GYN confirms your pregnant.
2nd child - You wear your regular clothes for as long as possible.
3rd child - Your regular clothes are your maternity clothes!
THE BABY'S NAME
1st child - You pore over baby name books and practice pronouncing and writing combinations of all your favorites.
2nd child - Someone has to name their kid after great-aunt Mavis, right? Might as well be you.
3rd child - You open a name book, close your eyes, and see where your finger falls. Bimaldo? Sounds good to me!
PREPARING FOR BIRTH
1st child - You practice your breathing regularly.
2nd child - You don't bother practicing, because you remember from last time that breathing didn't do a thing.
3rd child - You ask for an epidural in the 8th month.
CLOTHING
1st child - You pre-wash your newborns clothes, color-coordinate them, and fold them neatly in the baby's bureau.
2nd child - You make sure the clothes are clean and only discard those with the darkest stains.
3rd child - Boys can wear pink, can't they?!!?
WORRIES
1st child - At the first sign of distress - a whimper, a frown - you pick up the baby.
2nd child - You pick up the baby when her wails threaten to wake your firstborn.
3rd child - You teach your three year old how to rewind the mechanical swing.
ACTIVITIES
1st baby - You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics, Baby Swim, and Baby Story Hour.
2nd baby - You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics.
3rd baby - You take your infant to the super market and dry cleaners.
GOING OUT
1st baby - The first time you leave your baby with a sitter, you call home 5 times.
2nd baby - Just before you walk out the door, you remember to leave the number where you can be reach.
3rd baby - You leave instructions for the sitter to only call if she sees blood.
AT HOME
1st baby - You spend a good bit of every day just gazing at your baby.
2nd baby - You spend a little bit of every day watching to be sure your older child isn't squeezing, poking, or hitting the baby.
3rd baby - You spend a little bit of every day hiding from the children.
Baby Books
Last night I took some time to fill in Lauren's baby book. I hadn't written anything in it up until now. I have always heard the saying that with your first child you have every detailed moment written down and millions of pictures, with your second you have some, and with your third you have hardly any pictures or milestones written down (and most thirds don't even have a baby book!)
I always swore I would never be that way!
BUT...I said that BB (before babies). And, of course, now I have to eat my words.
With Sean, I kept his baby book out on the table and wrote in it immediately when something new happened. I would take 20 pictures of the same exact pose, and print all of them for his album.
With, Nathan, I would update his baby book every time he had a well check appointment. I took pictures, but I don't have albums filled of him in the exact same pose.
Now with Lauren, I just wrote in her baby book for the first time. I do take pictures, but I don't have any in albums yet.
When I heard people say this, I would think "how awful of them" and "that poor third baby"! But now that I am a mother of three, I think things just go this way because #1 I am so busy and #2 I saw how fast time went with the first two babies and I would rather hold my baby or play with my boys then making sure that I have the exact date of the first smile recorded, or all my pictures are in perfect order in the family albums.
Instead of just trying to capture every single moment, I want to live in every single moment.
I always swore I would never be that way!
BUT...I said that BB (before babies). And, of course, now I have to eat my words.
With Sean, I kept his baby book out on the table and wrote in it immediately when something new happened. I would take 20 pictures of the same exact pose, and print all of them for his album.
With, Nathan, I would update his baby book every time he had a well check appointment. I took pictures, but I don't have albums filled of him in the exact same pose.
Now with Lauren, I just wrote in her baby book for the first time. I do take pictures, but I don't have any in albums yet.
When I heard people say this, I would think "how awful of them" and "that poor third baby"! But now that I am a mother of three, I think things just go this way because #1 I am so busy and #2 I saw how fast time went with the first two babies and I would rather hold my baby or play with my boys then making sure that I have the exact date of the first smile recorded, or all my pictures are in perfect order in the family albums.
Instead of just trying to capture every single moment, I want to live in every single moment.
Weighing in...
4 months old..
Sean Michael 14lbs 12 1/2 oz
Nathan Paul 13lbs 8 oz
Lauren Kate 12lbs 113/4 oz
Mark is so worried that Lauren is not gaining weight like she should and not as big as the boys were! He asked the dr. and the dr. said she is FINE! She is just a dainty little girl!
Sean Michael 14lbs 12 1/2 oz
Nathan Paul 13lbs 8 oz
Lauren Kate 12lbs 113/4 oz
Mark is so worried that Lauren is not gaining weight like she should and not as big as the boys were! He asked the dr. and the dr. said she is FINE! She is just a dainty little girl!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
BOYS
I've always been told that boys are easier than girls...I think the person that said that did not have any boys!
My boys are constantly into everything! They climb anything and everything. They try to break things. They run - everywhere. They fight. All. The. Time. And they are ALWAYS covered in bruises, bumps, and cuts.
This is what Nathan did to Sean's face on Sunday. And, of course, school pictures were on Monday.
My boys are constantly into everything! They climb anything and everything. They try to break things. They run - everywhere. They fight. All. The. Time. And they are ALWAYS covered in bruises, bumps, and cuts.
This is what Nathan did to Sean's face on Sunday. And, of course, school pictures were on Monday.
***Update...of course, I say all this now when Lauren is easier because she is only 3 months old. I guess I should wait until she is older to decide if boys or girls are easier!
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