Monday, November 30, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Sibling love
Friday, November 20, 2009
My new sling
This week was about finding the perfect sling to carry Lillian around in. It's much to hard to try to carry a baby and play with a toddler.
I tried a few but I finally settled on one that is a long piece of material that can be used to carry the baby several different ways. I got it yesterday and have been loving it today. Lillian is quite happy to be tucked up right next to me. Ironically enough, Elijah was at daycare today so I didn't even need it for that purpose.
The things that thrill me these days...
I tried a few but I finally settled on one that is a long piece of material that can be used to carry the baby several different ways. I got it yesterday and have been loving it today. Lillian is quite happy to be tucked up right next to me. Ironically enough, Elijah was at daycare today so I didn't even need it for that purpose.
The things that thrill me these days...
Friday, November 13, 2009
And there went a month...
A month ago I went to bed pleased that my house was clean. Ready for a few days of relaxation before my due date. By lunch the next day Lillian was here.
It is amazing to me how quickly I have forgotten nine months of yuckiness. I have forgotten the sickness, the heartburn, the general achiness, the poor eyesight. I have even forgotten the pain of labour.
I truly feel blessed.
Lillian is a healthy baby whose biggest issue is a stuffy nose that she'd had half her life. She has a good set of lungs that she uses day or night. She feeds well and does a great job of filling her Pampers. She is a steady source of amusement. (Like when she takes a chunk of her hair and just starts yanking. And then she screams bloody murder because it hurts.)
Elijah has been a great older brother. When she is in her swing and she starts to cry he heads on over and makes sure that she has music to calm her down. It often does. He tries to share his toys with her. Yesterday he loaded up her lap with Mr. Potato Head pieces. Some days he sits beside me on the couch while I'm holding her and just puts his hand on hers while he watches TV.
I am enjoying this time around more because I have the perspective of experience. I know that the sleepless nights will pass. I know that she won't die from crying. I know that being a martyr doesn't make me a better mother. I know that while the mall is close, I probably don't need to take advantage of ALL the sales I see.
So there you have it. A good month. (Spoken with the perspective of an individual who got a morning nap this morning because her two year old, who has decided that he no longer needs a nap, was at daycare. Nothing like rest to make everything a little bit better.)
It is amazing to me how quickly I have forgotten nine months of yuckiness. I have forgotten the sickness, the heartburn, the general achiness, the poor eyesight. I have even forgotten the pain of labour.
I truly feel blessed.
Lillian is a healthy baby whose biggest issue is a stuffy nose that she'd had half her life. She has a good set of lungs that she uses day or night. She feeds well and does a great job of filling her Pampers. She is a steady source of amusement. (Like when she takes a chunk of her hair and just starts yanking. And then she screams bloody murder because it hurts.)
Elijah has been a great older brother. When she is in her swing and she starts to cry he heads on over and makes sure that she has music to calm her down. It often does. He tries to share his toys with her. Yesterday he loaded up her lap with Mr. Potato Head pieces. Some days he sits beside me on the couch while I'm holding her and just puts his hand on hers while he watches TV.
I am enjoying this time around more because I have the perspective of experience. I know that the sleepless nights will pass. I know that she won't die from crying. I know that being a martyr doesn't make me a better mother. I know that while the mall is close, I probably don't need to take advantage of ALL the sales I see.
So there you have it. A good month. (Spoken with the perspective of an individual who got a morning nap this morning because her two year old, who has decided that he no longer needs a nap, was at daycare. Nothing like rest to make everything a little bit better.)
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
The kids
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