2 Under 2...here we come!!!
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
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Wednesday, December 8, 2010
The average day...
Daily schedule:
Temperment: She's simply a joy. Truly a joy.
- Awake: 6:45-7:15am - if Daddy's home, he goes in to greet her in the morning
- Breakfast: banana/applesauce/cheerios/yogurt/oatmeal
- 1st Nap: 2-4 hours (typically 2.5/3hrs.)
- Lunch: anything - truly
- Playtime for 2-2.5 hrs.
- 2nd Nap: 1.5-3 hrs. (typically 2 hrs.)
- Play until Daddy gets home - including an awkward sprint/fall/sprint/fall/sprint trip to the front door when he arrives.
- Dinner: whatever we're having - plus some extra greens, if we're on top of it.
- Bedtime: 7pm - bottle, books (unless she's falling asleep in her highchair - which happens 2-3 times per week - then we abbreviate the bedtime routine) and she's put into her bed.
He ran off and left me...
Teaser - some people know this story, but it's a wacky new mom one.
I just retold it to my S-in-Law, Molly as to why new moms shouldn't be left alone for a few weeks. And why no one prepares us enough for our brains melt.
...I can't post more than once a day - plus, I have real Ellie updates that need to be shared, and another post sans photos is pretty boring. :)
I just retold it to my S-in-Law, Molly as to why new moms shouldn't be left alone for a few weeks. And why no one prepares us enough for our brains melt.
...I can't post more than once a day - plus, I have real Ellie updates that need to be shared, and another post sans photos is pretty boring. :)
Preparing for 2
We hit the last trimester today, in doing so, I am reflecting on how unprepared I felt when we brought Elizabeth home. Not physically or with tangible things, but with the "4th trimester". Sleep deprivation, managing it all, feeding, clothing and cleaning myself, let alone another human being made for some tears, overwhelming and pure exhaustion.
I thought it would never get easier, but here I am, relaxing over a hot cup of coffee, having given myself a pedi, finished 2 loads, put away groceries, ordered Christmas cards, researched photo stuff that I needed to find an alternate print lab, cleaned out the fridge, put up some Christmas decorations, cut the hair and strings off the underside of the vacuum spinner, eaten & showered (huge bonus!) and enjoyed a quiet moment as E sleeps. It did get easier - much to my own amazement. :)
So...with 2. I'm taking the survival approach. Whatever we need to do to survive. I hope my dear husband can live off crummy food, wrinkled (hopefully clean) clothes and a narcoleptic wife for a few months. I really can't imagine having 2 kids to do everything twice though. I look around and see other people everywhere doing it (somehow). I guess the lesson to print out for my wall and paste on every flat surface in my house is: "It does get easier...whether you believe it or not!"
I thought it would never get easier, but here I am, relaxing over a hot cup of coffee, having given myself a pedi, finished 2 loads, put away groceries, ordered Christmas cards, researched photo stuff that I needed to find an alternate print lab, cleaned out the fridge, put up some Christmas decorations, cut the hair and strings off the underside of the vacuum spinner, eaten & showered (huge bonus!) and enjoyed a quiet moment as E sleeps. It did get easier - much to my own amazement. :)
So...with 2. I'm taking the survival approach. Whatever we need to do to survive. I hope my dear husband can live off crummy food, wrinkled (hopefully clean) clothes and a narcoleptic wife for a few months. I really can't imagine having 2 kids to do everything twice though. I look around and see other people everywhere doing it (somehow). I guess the lesson to print out for my wall and paste on every flat surface in my house is: "It does get easier...whether you believe it or not!"
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Why I'm a bad blogger...
Around the 5 month mark, Elizabeth was playing while I was typing, likely blogging on the floor of our dining room. I pulled her onto my lap and she hurled onto the keyboard of the laptop. I quickly threw her off my lap (ok, well not threw, but you can imagine) turned it upside down and blotted like there was no tomorrow. It seemed to salvage all of the keys, but I didn't dare turn it on or use it for fear of squishing regurgitated breastmilk further into some electrical board.
Later that night, or the next day, I forget, we discovered that the "o" doesn't work. We tried everything to no avail. Dave developed his own shortcut by copying and pasting each time you need to type an "o"...I took it to Best Buy's Geek Squad and they offered the sweet estimate of $135 to send it out and then they would call to give me the price to fix it..."if they can". Nice, huh? So, since I make a habit of throwing $100 bills down the drain, we figured we'd save the dough and just keep doing the copy and paste for each "o".
Thankfully, we have an iMac for photography work, but when I'm on it in the office, I feel like I'm slacking on post processing stuff, so I don't play on that computer, just this beat-up-freakizoid laptop that can't spell "Mom".
Excuses excuses. My New Years Resolution is to be better at marking the milestones and the daily life of my expanding family.
Lesson here: don't let your kid near your computer. Duh, Mom.
Later that night, or the next day, I forget, we discovered that the "o" doesn't work. We tried everything to no avail. Dave developed his own shortcut by copying and pasting each time you need to type an "o"...I took it to Best Buy's Geek Squad and they offered the sweet estimate of $135 to send it out and then they would call to give me the price to fix it..."if they can". Nice, huh? So, since I make a habit of throwing $100 bills down the drain, we figured we'd save the dough and just keep doing the copy and paste for each "o".
Thankfully, we have an iMac for photography work, but when I'm on it in the office, I feel like I'm slacking on post processing stuff, so I don't play on that computer, just this beat-up-freakizoid laptop that can't spell "Mom".
Excuses excuses. My New Years Resolution is to be better at marking the milestones and the daily life of my expanding family.
Lesson here: don't let your kid near your computer. Duh, Mom.
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