"Are you Super Mom?"
And I realized: Yes, I am Super Mom. And now I have the hot pink cape to prove it.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Sleeping Handsome
Nathan has a history of sleeping creatively.
When he was a baby, he would fall asleep on a pile of laundry (clean, I think) on top of the running clothes dryer:
And then when we finally got him to sleep in a bed, he'd bring all sorts of crazy things to snuggle with. Like this light that shone directly in his face as he fell asleep--the batteries didn't even last a week.
He's also been known to fall asleep in random places at random times, usually because he's not getting enough sleep and staying up too late. This time he was eating a ring pop on the back cushion of our living room couch and looking out the window--and he fell sound asleep.
A few nights ago, Brian and I came up from watching a movie in the basement and discovered this in the living room:
Nathan asleep on the coffee table. He's been complaining that his bed is too lumpy and hard and he wants to sleep somewhere else. So I guess he tried out the table. He said he had to move to the couch in the middle of the night because it wasn't very comfortable after all.
When he was a baby, he would fall asleep on a pile of laundry (clean, I think) on top of the running clothes dryer:
And then when we finally got him to sleep in a bed, he'd bring all sorts of crazy things to snuggle with. Like this light that shone directly in his face as he fell asleep--the batteries didn't even last a week.
He's also been known to fall asleep in random places at random times, usually because he's not getting enough sleep and staying up too late. This time he was eating a ring pop on the back cushion of our living room couch and looking out the window--and he fell sound asleep.
A few nights ago, Brian and I came up from watching a movie in the basement and discovered this in the living room:
Nathan asleep on the coffee table. He's been complaining that his bed is too lumpy and hard and he wants to sleep somewhere else. So I guess he tried out the table. He said he had to move to the couch in the middle of the night because it wasn't very comfortable after all.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Be Careful What You Say to Your Kids Because It Will Be Repeated
Last weekend, Maggie asked Grandma Camper to shut the door for her, explaining, "I don't have three hands."
Sometimes, when my arms are full of Becca and stuff, I'll tell Maggie I can't do something--like carry her, too--and I might possibly use that very same excuse.
Maggie didn't have anything at all in her hands. But it's still a good excuse, don't you think?
Sometimes, when my arms are full of Becca and stuff, I'll tell Maggie I can't do something--like carry her, too--and I might possibly use that very same excuse.
Maggie didn't have anything at all in her hands. But it's still a good excuse, don't you think?
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Notes to Self
...while staining and sealing an unfinished pine armoire:
1. You are not allowed to purchased unfinished furniture ever again. When you bought this armoire you thought you'd finish it right away in some lovely custom finish. It's been five years! FIVE YEARS!
2. Gloves are your friends.
3. Wa-ter based. Don't even THINK about the other stuff again.
4. NO MORE PROJECTS. Maybe someday when the kids grow up you can swamp yourself with extra work and still maintain your sanity, but when you have four kids in the house--including a high-maintenance 3-year-old and a nursing 4-month-old--you have too many other things to do.
5. Back to the purchasing unfinished furniture restriction: it is NOT cheaper to buy unfinished--especially when it takes three trips to the hardware store to finally get the right stuff.
6. Bit off more than you can chew, much?
7. Get some exercise, sheesh. Seriously? Your butt should not be this sore from finishing a stupid piece of furniture.
8. Staining and sealing a giant armoire does NOT take three days. Try three weeks. Three weeks of house guests, a family reunion, and a new school year starting...what were you THINKING???
9. Actually, it's turning out pretty decently. Huh, what do you know.
10. You have a great husband who a) puts up with your crazy projectness and b) finishes up for you by putting the thing back together and even cleaning up your mess when you finally decided you'd better spend some time on things like laundry and digging out of the accumulating house filth. Wow, you're a lucky girl.
11. Now you have to paint the fireplace because it doesn't match. It'll be a really quick and easy project. Promise.
1. You are not allowed to purchased unfinished furniture ever again. When you bought this armoire you thought you'd finish it right away in some lovely custom finish. It's been five years! FIVE YEARS!
2. Gloves are your friends.
3. Wa-ter based. Don't even THINK about the other stuff again.
4. NO MORE PROJECTS. Maybe someday when the kids grow up you can swamp yourself with extra work and still maintain your sanity, but when you have four kids in the house--including a high-maintenance 3-year-old and a nursing 4-month-old--you have too many other things to do.
6. Bit off more than you can chew, much?
7. Get some exercise, sheesh. Seriously? Your butt should not be this sore from finishing a stupid piece of furniture.
8. Staining and sealing a giant armoire does NOT take three days. Try three weeks. Three weeks of house guests, a family reunion, and a new school year starting...what were you THINKING???
9. Actually, it's turning out pretty decently. Huh, what do you know.
10. You have a great husband who a) puts up with your crazy projectness and b) finishes up for you by putting the thing back together and even cleaning up your mess when you finally decided you'd better spend some time on things like laundry and digging out of the accumulating house filth. Wow, you're a lucky girl.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Seperation Anxiety Induces Flattery
Me: "Maggie, go get your socks, we're going to leave."
Maggie: "Don't leave out me! You're my best buddy!"
Maggie: "Don't leave out me! You're my best buddy!"
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Almost Five Months Old
WARNING: This post contains not-at-all-graphic details about breastfeeding. So, if you're very squeamish with the fact that we are, actually, mammals--don't read this one.
She slept through the night! Becca ate at 8:30 last night and after Daddy worked his baby magic and got her to sleep, she didn't wake up until 5:00 this morning! That definitely counts as sleeping through the night.
But after her early morning breakfast she was WIDE awake. I tried bringing her to bed with us--I didn't have to get up until 6:30 am and since I'd gone to bed at 1:00 am, I was still pretty tired--but Becca was not at all interested in sleeping in our bed. She started fussing and then outright crying. So Brian got up and took her downstairs. After another hour of sleep--hooray!--I came downstairs and found them snuggled up together on the couch, sound asleep.
It probably helps that Becca is finally getting enough to eat. Last week she got more and more fussy as the week progressed--I even took her to the doctor thinking that SOMETHING must be wrong because this baby never fusses. No ear infection, no throat sores, nothing. And then I finally figured out what the problem was. For one reason or another--probably her binky--she'd forgotten how to nurse. It takes a certain suckling technique to nurse properly and she'd been getting progressively worse and worse until she was at the point that she barely got any milk at all at every feeding. And the poor thing was always hungry!
And my milk was just about gone, too--it's the baby's emptying that tells your body to make more. So I could either switch her to formula and start her on cereal or figure out how to re-teach a nearly-five month old baby how to nurse. I'm just not ready to give it up, yet.
After two hours online of reading forum after useless forum on breastfeeding Q&As (IS there an actually helpful breastfeeding resource anywhere?) I finally remembered the breast shield I'd bought when she was a newborn and couldn't nurse properly to save her life. With that thing, she finally had her first really good meal in a long, long time. And suddenly, just like that, she was happy.
Since then, she's been nursing like a pro--although her feedings take at least half an hour and it's killing me to sit still for that long every three hours when I have FIVE MILLION THINGS TO DO. But Becca's happy. My sweet, happy, smiley baby is BACK and that's worth every quiet minute.
And now--maybe--she's going to start sleeping through the night... Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy...!
She slept through the night! Becca ate at 8:30 last night and after Daddy worked his baby magic and got her to sleep, she didn't wake up until 5:00 this morning! That definitely counts as sleeping through the night.
But after her early morning breakfast she was WIDE awake. I tried bringing her to bed with us--I didn't have to get up until 6:30 am and since I'd gone to bed at 1:00 am, I was still pretty tired--but Becca was not at all interested in sleeping in our bed. She started fussing and then outright crying. So Brian got up and took her downstairs. After another hour of sleep--hooray!--I came downstairs and found them snuggled up together on the couch, sound asleep.
It probably helps that Becca is finally getting enough to eat. Last week she got more and more fussy as the week progressed--I even took her to the doctor thinking that SOMETHING must be wrong because this baby never fusses. No ear infection, no throat sores, nothing. And then I finally figured out what the problem was. For one reason or another--probably her binky--she'd forgotten how to nurse. It takes a certain suckling technique to nurse properly and she'd been getting progressively worse and worse until she was at the point that she barely got any milk at all at every feeding. And the poor thing was always hungry!
And my milk was just about gone, too--it's the baby's emptying that tells your body to make more. So I could either switch her to formula and start her on cereal or figure out how to re-teach a nearly-five month old baby how to nurse. I'm just not ready to give it up, yet.
After two hours online of reading forum after useless forum on breastfeeding Q&As (IS there an actually helpful breastfeeding resource anywhere?) I finally remembered the breast shield I'd bought when she was a newborn and couldn't nurse properly to save her life. With that thing, she finally had her first really good meal in a long, long time. And suddenly, just like that, she was happy.
Since then, she's been nursing like a pro--although her feedings take at least half an hour and it's killing me to sit still for that long every three hours when I have FIVE MILLION THINGS TO DO. But Becca's happy. My sweet, happy, smiley baby is BACK and that's worth every quiet minute.
And now--maybe--she's going to start sleeping through the night... Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy...!
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