Yesterday, my little angel decided to eat every two hours and only nap for maybe a half hour at a time between feeds. After nursing, burping, pooping, and changing diapers, there wasn't much time before she was fussing to be put back to sleep. This continued all day. We went to IKEA in the afternoon because I had a doctor's information session to go to, which turned out to be an hour and a half in a boiling hot room. It was not fun having a fussing, then sleeping, then nursing baby in there, even sitting right by the fan. Then she still went at it until 1am when Daddy finally got her down for the "night." She still got up at her usual 5:30am. Sigh...
She has been a lot better today, but I feel like I should knock on wood. Oops... I hear her crying now.
More special words from the boys:
"Kitten pool" for the kids pool at Southland Leisure Centre.
"Mystery mark" for a question mark.
Michael talking about his first day of camp:
"We had a race."
Dad, remembering not to promote competition by asking if he won, replies, "Was it fun?"
Michael: Yes, I was the fastest. Well, some other boys were faster.
I think we need to work on his comparitives...
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
Sunday, 19 July 2009
Agreeable little Jeremy
Dad (licking out a pot with melted Calebaut chocolate): Mmmm. I'm getting so fat.
Jeremy (wanting to join the conversation): You're right Dad. You're getting fat. SO fat.
Jeremy (wanting to join the conversation): You're right Dad. You're getting fat. SO fat.
Friday, 17 July 2009
Time flies or crawls?
I always feel like I don't know what to write about. Little babies don't seem to change very much from week to week, until one day you look at them and they're already walking... Not that my baby is walking, but she was trying to crawl yesterday. She only got one leg under her, but she managed to scoot forward a few inches. That hand was just out of reach! Whenever I used to put her on her stomach for "tummy time" she would just lie there and suck her fist. Now, she's lifting her head up and moving her arms and legs around.
She has started putting weight on her feet and likes sitting up with only minimal back support. She seems to like going outside and fusses if we try to hold her facing us. She wants to see what's going on everywhere. Unfortunately, she can't sit up by herself, so when she's in the stroller, she's still basically facing the sky, which is usually very bright, so she doesn't enjoy it very much. Luckily, she's good about keeping her hat on (for now). And she looks so cute in her little pink hat, smiling at everyone that we don't mind that we have to hold her the whole time we're outside.
She is still very good at getting her left thumb in her mouth while in her bed, but when she goes to sleep, she likes to be curled up on our chest, sucking a few fingers from her right hand. She also goes down to sleep facing right. I don't know how she got hooked on that left thumb, but if it helps her sleep, we're all for it. She's still terrible with a soother and the only time we ever use it is in the car. She can only find her thumb when she's lying down, so when she's tired or grumpy in the car, she just screams.
I think she's starting to prefer mommy. When she's really tired, she screams at daddy and takes forever to go to sleep, whereas I can get her calmed down within seconds (although not asleep - that can take up to an hour when she's really worked up). It's kind of nice to finally have a child who prefers me, although she is really heavy and my arm starts to cramp up after awhile during her evening fussy period. Most of the time, she is happy and loves smiling at everyone around. Many people have commented that she interacts more like a six month old than a two month old. Her little squeals of delight and various cooing noises are the cutest sounds ever. It's impossible to not kiss her all day long!
We were at a ward barbeque last Saturday and she was the hit of the party. Well, maybe not quite, but she was being held by other people for most of the evening and everyone agrees that she is supercute. For the last hour, she was asleep on Julie Baker's chest as Julie rocked in a rocking chair and chatted. I kept on going over to check on her, but she was perfectly content. About fifteen minutes before her next feed, I had to take her away so that we could get home. When I went to get her, Julie held her tighter and said, "I don't think I'm ready for you to go home yet." She is adorable when she's asleep.
Notes about the boys:
The other night, Jeremy made a comment (I forget what about) and I said, "You're right." He immediately replied, "I'm always right!"
He did the same thing the next day. It's pretty funny hearing a two and a half year old say that.
Special words the boys have:
"Jumpolina" for trampoline.
"Library school" for playschool at the community centre.
"Friend" for any child at the playground, no matter how old.
Just now, as I was changing the baby's diaper upstairs, I heard the boys playing in the front closet. Michael came up to check on me and went down the stairs with me. As I opened the front closet to check on Jeremy, Michael observed, "What a mess! I didn't do it. Jeremy didn't do it. I think the baby did it." Nice try destructo boys.
She has started putting weight on her feet and likes sitting up with only minimal back support. She seems to like going outside and fusses if we try to hold her facing us. She wants to see what's going on everywhere. Unfortunately, she can't sit up by herself, so when she's in the stroller, she's still basically facing the sky, which is usually very bright, so she doesn't enjoy it very much. Luckily, she's good about keeping her hat on (for now). And she looks so cute in her little pink hat, smiling at everyone that we don't mind that we have to hold her the whole time we're outside.
She is still very good at getting her left thumb in her mouth while in her bed, but when she goes to sleep, she likes to be curled up on our chest, sucking a few fingers from her right hand. She also goes down to sleep facing right. I don't know how she got hooked on that left thumb, but if it helps her sleep, we're all for it. She's still terrible with a soother and the only time we ever use it is in the car. She can only find her thumb when she's lying down, so when she's tired or grumpy in the car, she just screams.
I think she's starting to prefer mommy. When she's really tired, she screams at daddy and takes forever to go to sleep, whereas I can get her calmed down within seconds (although not asleep - that can take up to an hour when she's really worked up). It's kind of nice to finally have a child who prefers me, although she is really heavy and my arm starts to cramp up after awhile during her evening fussy period. Most of the time, she is happy and loves smiling at everyone around. Many people have commented that she interacts more like a six month old than a two month old. Her little squeals of delight and various cooing noises are the cutest sounds ever. It's impossible to not kiss her all day long!
We were at a ward barbeque last Saturday and she was the hit of the party. Well, maybe not quite, but she was being held by other people for most of the evening and everyone agrees that she is supercute. For the last hour, she was asleep on Julie Baker's chest as Julie rocked in a rocking chair and chatted. I kept on going over to check on her, but she was perfectly content. About fifteen minutes before her next feed, I had to take her away so that we could get home. When I went to get her, Julie held her tighter and said, "I don't think I'm ready for you to go home yet." She is adorable when she's asleep.
Notes about the boys:
The other night, Jeremy made a comment (I forget what about) and I said, "You're right." He immediately replied, "I'm always right!"
He did the same thing the next day. It's pretty funny hearing a two and a half year old say that.
Special words the boys have:
"Jumpolina" for trampoline.
"Library school" for playschool at the community centre.
"Friend" for any child at the playground, no matter how old.
Just now, as I was changing the baby's diaper upstairs, I heard the boys playing in the front closet. Michael came up to check on me and went down the stairs with me. As I opened the front closet to check on Jeremy, Michael observed, "What a mess! I didn't do it. Jeremy didn't do it. I think the baby did it." Nice try destructo boys.
Wednesday, 8 July 2009
Sleeping Beauty
I have the greatest baby ever. Last Sunday (June 28), she slept for 6 hours straight. I was very happy and hoped that it would continue. Six hours is great for a baby less than two months old. The next night, she was up every three to four hours again, so I figured it was just a lucky night. Imagine my surprise the next night when she slept for eight hours! I was telling everyone around (and there were quite a few people around because it was Canada day). I didn't even mind carrying her around in the sling all day as I waited in line for pony rides for the boys. The next night was even better, ten hours! I had to phone Grandma M and tell her the great news. Two months old and sleeping through the night! We are all so proud. Now, a week later, the sleeping has continued (except for one night when she got up because of a dirty diaper). She usually goes to bed between 9:30pm and 10:30pm and wakes up between 6:30am and 7:30am. Perfect. Just like her.
In other news, she had her first set of shots yesterday. I went alone with her while Dad went shopping with the boys. Michael loves going to get her weighed, but he said that he didn't want to hear her cry when she got her shots. (He's still traumatized from his shots a few months ago.) She was wonderful. Even though she was tired, she didn't cry and laid still for her weighing (14lbs, 3ozs) and measurements (24.75 inches long). She's still off the charts, but her weight is good for her height. Of course she cried while getting her shots (three of them!), but calmed right down once I started doing knee bends and went to sleep. She was a little fussier than usual for the rest of the evening, but still slept nine hours. What an angel. The nurse even said so, so I have objective proof.
We've decided to try to record cute/funny things that the boys are saying in this blog as well. Here's one from yesterday.
Michael to Benton and Naomi on the way to summer camp:
(In a really loud voice) My Daddy used to have really big muscles!
(More subdued, kind of like an afterthought) But, I'm not sure if he has them still.
In other news, she had her first set of shots yesterday. I went alone with her while Dad went shopping with the boys. Michael loves going to get her weighed, but he said that he didn't want to hear her cry when she got her shots. (He's still traumatized from his shots a few months ago.) She was wonderful. Even though she was tired, she didn't cry and laid still for her weighing (14lbs, 3ozs) and measurements (24.75 inches long). She's still off the charts, but her weight is good for her height. Of course she cried while getting her shots (three of them!), but calmed right down once I started doing knee bends and went to sleep. She was a little fussier than usual for the rest of the evening, but still slept nine hours. What an angel. The nurse even said so, so I have objective proof.
We've decided to try to record cute/funny things that the boys are saying in this blog as well. Here's one from yesterday.
Michael to Benton and Naomi on the way to summer camp:
(In a really loud voice) My Daddy used to have really big muscles!
(More subdued, kind of like an afterthought) But, I'm not sure if he has them still.
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