This past week, I stopped nursing during the day. It saddened me, but I am certainly one to cut off the tit after a year. Then I realized my husband had Thursday off ... so I could have Thursday off.
I warned him on Tuesday.
Now it figures that the boys would be up early on Thursday, but I was already antsy. My sister in law was 1 day away from 36 weeks carrying twin girls and back in the hospital for the third time over three weeks. It was pre-eclampsia. Definitely. I can relate ... but mine came after birth(HELP syndrome) and I was not carrying twins. Would they induce her? How big were the girls? She was 2 cm. Dare I go anywhere?
My dear husband told me everything would be fine and to go ... so I did.
My day was lovely.
1. Coffee, scones, and Bible study at Barnes and Noble.
2. Wander around carrying my NOOK as I went buying books that looked good.
3. Over to Boscov's to buy some new bras(or as my husband so eloquently puts them "over the shoulder boulder holders) since I can wear regular bras :) I'm a B now instead of a C. Oh well.
4. Rush into Five Below to look for Easter baskets - what a load of junk.
At this point, my sister in law had to have a new platelet count done before they would induce her. The twins were both over 5 lbs. - awesome!
5. Lunch at Macaroni Grill including Pomodorino soup, Caprese panini, Wine, Espresso, and dark chocolate gelato. A little reading of "Violet's Secret" by Lori Rill.
6. THE HUNGER GAMES. Amazing. Thrilling. Loved it! Through the movie, my sister in law
was induced and started on magnesium. Epidural later.
Home.
By the way, my two nieces were born at 1:31am, Kate and 1:58am, Maddie the next morning. My sister in law is amazing!
My day out was amazingly ... quiet. Yes, I was out and about, but not with a two year old and a ten month old. It felt very strange without them and a diaper bag strapped to me. I missed them.
When can I do this again?
March 31st, 2012
My Little Picasso's
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Scared.
Yesterday my neighbor told me that the two poodles up the road, literally 8 doors up our town home row, attacked and killed a smaller dog the evening before. Needless to say, it scared the s&^% out of me. I know these two poodles well as I had a run-in with them and my smaller terrier before. I consider myself quite brave around dogs and am not one to shy away if a dog comes at me to say hello. If I see them as forceful, I move away. This time I had my little Annie and my small boys.
The one poodle had got away from its owner and went for Annie. I have had to take Annie out of the line of fire before, so I quickly scooped her up once I realized the dog was not nice and caught it to return to its owner. I didn't think they were dangerous. I found the poodle domineering seeing a smaller dog to intimidate. I am now very thankful the situation was not much worse. Little Annie went right on as she does.
Hearing this latest situation saddens me but scares me more than anything. Will a dog always distinguish between another dog and a small child? My little Max is very friendly with all dogs. He loves going to them. My husband and I tell him all the time that not all dogs are our little Annie.
I have not seen the poodles since hearing of the situation. I know that police are involved so I am guessing they have been taken away. These situations are so sad. You hear about these kind of situations with children and I just can't imagine.
Honestly, I feel better thinking those dogs are no longer up the row from me. I am so sorry to their owner, but I do feel better. Having a dog is a responsibility to not just teach them how to sit, not jump up, go outside, etc. but also to teach and train them to be kind. A pet is a family member. Teach them appropriately. This is not a K-9 unit, this is a neighborhood, with small children.
March 24th, 2012
The one poodle had got away from its owner and went for Annie. I have had to take Annie out of the line of fire before, so I quickly scooped her up once I realized the dog was not nice and caught it to return to its owner. I didn't think they were dangerous. I found the poodle domineering seeing a smaller dog to intimidate. I am now very thankful the situation was not much worse. Little Annie went right on as she does.
Hearing this latest situation saddens me but scares me more than anything. Will a dog always distinguish between another dog and a small child? My little Max is very friendly with all dogs. He loves going to them. My husband and I tell him all the time that not all dogs are our little Annie.
I have not seen the poodles since hearing of the situation. I know that police are involved so I am guessing they have been taken away. These situations are so sad. You hear about these kind of situations with children and I just can't imagine.
Honestly, I feel better thinking those dogs are no longer up the row from me. I am so sorry to their owner, but I do feel better. Having a dog is a responsibility to not just teach them how to sit, not jump up, go outside, etc. but also to teach and train them to be kind. A pet is a family member. Teach them appropriately. This is not a K-9 unit, this is a neighborhood, with small children.
March 24th, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
I want to pee like daddy does.
One of these days I will say that I am fully completely dedicated to committed to do or die potty-training Max, but I have not made such a decision yet. Believe me, I am ready to let go of those size four diapers(or atleast keep the leftovers for Charlie) yet the weather has been so gorgeous I do not want to be chained to my house.
The other night, as we are getting ready for the bath, Max goes over to his potty, stands in front, and aims and he damn near got all his pee in the pot. He was standing ... in front ... pushing his little pot-tummy out and pushing with all his might. He was determined ... I am going to pee. I could not stop laughing. But that's not all. No, not my boy. He tried over and over again. Must have been five times going back and forth in front of the potty. I had to drag him towards the bath tub. I nearly peed my pants laughing. His grunting is so cute.
March 16th, 2012
The other night, as we are getting ready for the bath, Max goes over to his potty, stands in front, and aims and he damn near got all his pee in the pot. He was standing ... in front ... pushing his little pot-tummy out and pushing with all his might. He was determined ... I am going to pee. I could not stop laughing. But that's not all. No, not my boy. He tried over and over again. Must have been five times going back and forth in front of the potty. I had to drag him towards the bath tub. I nearly peed my pants laughing. His grunting is so cute.
March 16th, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
He is FINALLLLLLLY quiet.
Max went down for a nap quite soon after 1pm ... or atleast I thought. It is now 3:21pm. I have heard:
one Red Ryder wagon
many trains on one Thomas the Tank Engine train table
a few burbles from little brother in the next room
a Jack in the Box
expected screams of delight from the previously mentioned toy
one LeapFrog alphabet laptop being "booted up"
familiar book lines, such as "Neigh Neigh" from "The Very Busy Spider"
random screams
random cries
feet hitting the walls
feet hitting the gate
door handles being pulled on
one noisemaker
Ma-ma
Da-da
Char-Char
a pound-a-peg
closet doors being slammed
The next question is dare I go upstairs to close Max's door so when Charlie wakes up I can hopefully get him out without waking up Max? This sometimes works if Max's door has been closed. This has only worked to success a few times. What to do what to do?
I can only imagine the state of Max's room once I go up there. One morning I found every single puzzle piece out of the puzzles. Atleast he helped me put them back together again.
Ahhhhhhhhh ... the joys of quiet peaceful naptime. Believe me, when they are both successfully napping together, you can bet someone else is as well. Me.
March 13th, 2012
one Red Ryder wagon
many trains on one Thomas the Tank Engine train table
a few burbles from little brother in the next room
a Jack in the Box
expected screams of delight from the previously mentioned toy
one LeapFrog alphabet laptop being "booted up"
familiar book lines, such as "Neigh Neigh" from "The Very Busy Spider"
random screams
random cries
feet hitting the walls
feet hitting the gate
door handles being pulled on
one noisemaker
Ma-ma
Da-da
Char-Char
a pound-a-peg
closet doors being slammed
The next question is dare I go upstairs to close Max's door so when Charlie wakes up I can hopefully get him out without waking up Max? This sometimes works if Max's door has been closed. This has only worked to success a few times. What to do what to do?
I can only imagine the state of Max's room once I go up there. One morning I found every single puzzle piece out of the puzzles. Atleast he helped me put them back together again.
Ahhhhhhhhh ... the joys of quiet peaceful naptime. Believe me, when they are both successfully napping together, you can bet someone else is as well. Me.
March 13th, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Toddler antics ... part quatre
Max can now work the humidifier. He knows how it goes together, where the water goes, high and low settings, where we keep it, etc. etc. etc.
He will often disappear at some point in the morning. Moments later he will be without clothes on the lower half of his body and sometimes he has had an accident. I think he is starting to get it! If only he would consistently tell me he has to go ...
The other morning as I was in the shower for 2.18 minutes, he got to a travel size bottle of BRIGHT YELLOW soap which he then upended on my bathroom floor. Ok. But he then tried to wipe it up with my white towels. Ok. The funniest part to me was that he went and got the dirty towels from the laundry basket in my closet and not the new towels that were hanging on the rack RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF HIM. How considerate of him.
He declares that "wipees" must be put on the 'swiffer' mop.
When the fridge is open, Max points to the seltzer water and says "mommy's" and then he points to the diet coke and says "daddy's". When he points to the juice he says "peaz".
Max can now decipher between pee and poop when we change diapers or the doggie goes outside.
He confuses off and on. Everything must be, or is "off".
Max's name for the vacuum has evolved over time.
banyo - spanish bathroom
bano
bac-yoom
bac-yo
sweeper
He insists Michael or I put his gate up to keep him in his room. I'll go with it. He even stands where it goes in the doorway, we ask him to move over, he says Ok. Sometimes we get a "thumbs up" sign!
Max stands where things go. After vacuuming yesterday, I was trying to put the rugs back in the hall. He stood where each one went.
"Max, I need to put the rug there," I say.
"Oh."
One week I tried to switch them around on him. He was not having it at all.
Max either says 'hanks' or 'hankyous.' It is very sweet.
He nows says "wuv you."
March 7th, 2012
He will often disappear at some point in the morning. Moments later he will be without clothes on the lower half of his body and sometimes he has had an accident. I think he is starting to get it! If only he would consistently tell me he has to go ...
The other morning as I was in the shower for 2.18 minutes, he got to a travel size bottle of BRIGHT YELLOW soap which he then upended on my bathroom floor. Ok. But he then tried to wipe it up with my white towels. Ok. The funniest part to me was that he went and got the dirty towels from the laundry basket in my closet and not the new towels that were hanging on the rack RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF HIM. How considerate of him.
He declares that "wipees" must be put on the 'swiffer' mop.
When the fridge is open, Max points to the seltzer water and says "mommy's" and then he points to the diet coke and says "daddy's". When he points to the juice he says "peaz".
Max can now decipher between pee and poop when we change diapers or the doggie goes outside.
He confuses off and on. Everything must be, or is "off".
Max's name for the vacuum has evolved over time.
banyo - spanish bathroom
bano
bac-yoom
bac-yo
sweeper
He insists Michael or I put his gate up to keep him in his room. I'll go with it. He even stands where it goes in the doorway, we ask him to move over, he says Ok. Sometimes we get a "thumbs up" sign!
Max stands where things go. After vacuuming yesterday, I was trying to put the rugs back in the hall. He stood where each one went.
"Max, I need to put the rug there," I say.
"Oh."
One week I tried to switch them around on him. He was not having it at all.
Max either says 'hanks' or 'hankyous.' It is very sweet.
He nows says "wuv you."
March 7th, 2012
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