Days of Our Lives...

A Soap Story

Our kitchen was filthy the other day, and #1 was playing with his kitchen toys while I did the dishes. He started making us some pie and since I had to clean the table and the floor anyway, I gave him some soap suds to work with. It actually ended up being a lot of fun. Who knew soap was so easy to sculpt?




#1 is doing so much better than expected as a big brother. He loves to tickle N and hold her. When she cries, he puts her binky back in for her which can be a little forceful at times, but ultimately he does a good job. When he was playing with his kitchen toys, he made her some food and then requested that I go to the doctor to get her some teeth so she could eat it. He doesn't seem to mind that my attention for him is divided (sometimes disproportionately) these days.

The Young and the Restless

Hopefully the mohawk isn't an indication of a rebellious nature- N has some seriously unruly hair.

N is also doing well. She has a REALLY hard time sleeping during the day sometimes and it can get a little hairy as a result (no pun intended). I've tried letting her cry, swings, vibrating chairs, holding her, but it seems like sometimes she enters a point of no return where nothing will soothe her into sleep. But we got the nursing thing down which is a relief.

Here's a couple of other cute things #1 has said lately:

"Are those your milk muscles?"

"Mommy, here's a coin for you. The sides say REPENT OR DIE" (I guess I should be happy he's absorbing something from scripture time)

That's Ominous...

You know you are in for an entertaining day when you check on your toddler who has barricaded himself in your bathroom only to discover him holding YOUR toothbrush. When asked "What are you doing?!" the little one cheerfully responds "I'm just cleaning." Perhaps he has some repressed aggression towards me, after all he chose not to use the TWO toothbrushes he has in that bathroom.

Another sign that you've had a bad day: You go to wash your face after a long day only to discover a lovely smear of baby poop on your forehead. Good times.

First Day at Church

N and I finally got enough sleep during the night to allow us to make it to church. Getting two kids ready along with ourselves turned out to be a bigger feat than I had imagined. Five minutes before we got out the door, both kids were having meltdowns. A sign of things to come, I suppose. Anyways, I had a super fun time dressing N up and she received a lot of compliments thanks to the beautiful dress S's family sent us. I love having a girl!



She took a lot of crazy looking pictures with her eyes open this time around. This was one made us laugh.

FINALLY!

In my opinion this blessed white stuff is 2-3 months late, but I'll take whatever I can get. I was getting so tired of the freezing rain we have been enduring in its place. Slip and sliding in a parking lot can't hold a candle to snowballs, snowmen, and whatever else you may choose to do with this white play dough.

N has just hit the 2 week mark too, so here's some pictures in her honor.



She's a champion nurser, unlike #1, and tends to wait until you begin to take off her old diaper to go again. I've since been able to anticipate this because it inevitably happens like clockwork. #1 has ventured into tickling her and helped me burp her the other day, so he is beginning to warm up to the idea of being a big brother. If only he would warm up to the idea of potty-training, but that's another story.

Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam

I can't believe we've hit this point. #1 is now officially a Sunbeam. His first day of Primary went extraordinarily well, considering what we were preparing ourselves for. S had to sit in with him for some of opening exercises, but left after he saw #1 was comfortable. Later on S peeked in on #1's class and apparently he was having a great time, talking and gesturing. We are so proud of him.

Our family

We tried to get a decent family picture before Grandma left. If I thought it was difficult with 3 people, things became infinitely more difficult with 4. Here's the best we got:





#1 has been adjusting to our new family member. He won't touch her, but she's frequently a topic of discussion. "Why is she crying?" "Baby N's favorite tractor is a forklift!" The other day we heard this gem- "I like "N", and I love her." Music to my ears. One of his favorite activities with his baby sister is picking out the books she wants to read. Please excuse my appearance, but I still think this is pretty cute.

Last Night

My Laundry List:

3 spit-upped on sleepers (We're talking 7-11 Big Gulp-sized episodes, not those cute little cappuccino-sized ones)

Several burp cloths (in the midst of the typhoon I lost count)

2 baby blankets (also victims of the typhoon)

My entire bed- sheets, mattress pad, comforter (apparently you are supposed to remember to put something underneath the baby other than your bedding while changing the diaper- who knew? In all fairness I was operating on two hours sleep at that point)

One mommy outfit and one more sleeper (projectile poo- enough said)

End result: One rather smelly mommy and baby, but she's still priceless even if I am washing things for the rest of my life.


My little burrito