We Are Here...

So consolidating into one blog hasn't increased my blogging at all. I've started quite a few posts over the past few months but finishing them just hasn't happened.

Peanut will be 5 months on Wednesday. I just can't believe it. He's so happy, smiley, giggly and he lights up like a millipn Christmas trees when his big brother is around. Nursing is going so well. Sleep on the other hand is not. He prefers to be held while sleeping. Mommy can't sleep while holding him so I'm finding myself rather tired lately. He rolled over once but I think it was kind of a fluke because it was way back in February and he hasn't done it again. Though the last few days he's spent more time on the floor and gotten halfway over a few times. His torticollis has pretty much cleared up. He's very much a Mama's boy, crying desperately if someone else is holding him for what he feels is too long(like 5 minutes most days). He's wearing mostly 6 month clothes though some 9 month fit him pretty well now too. It's funny because he is smaller than his brother was npw, weighs less, measures shorter, but wears bigger clothes. LD was a classic chubby baby while Peanut is a bit less chub as well. I still have a hard time wrapping my mind around his amazing existence. I often suddenly realize I'm a mom of two and it totally, completely throws me for a loop. Even 5 months in.

LD will be 33 months on Wednesday. He is so sweet, funny, entertaining, and charming it blows me away. He can of course, in a classically 2 year old way, be the complete opposite. His latest naughty behavior is pointing at people in public and loudly stating he doesn't like them. Very embarassing. We are torn between immediate reprimand and ignoring it altogether. I started with immediate reprimand loud enough so the person he was rudely protesting could hear, but it seems he caught on that the behavior makes us very uncomfortable and gets him immediate attention. So we are trying ignoring it. It's hard because I don't want people to assume by ignoring it I condone it. Preschool discipline is tough. He did a soccer class with a coach from London last month. Despite thinking he'd love it he wasn't really disciplined enough to pay attention to the coach. It was a 2-3yo class and there was really only 1-2 kids who got it. He knows his ABCs and can identify nearly all the letters now. He can count to 20 almost all by himself. His vocabulary increases almost exponentially every day and it is so much fun to hear him figuring out life.

I will end with some pictures and a promise to try to keep up better with my blogging.

Old lady...

*Disclaimer* Please do not be offended by this post if you are older than me.

Today is the day. I turned 30 today. Yikes. I know, I know 30 isn't that old. Really it isn't. And if anyone else tells me their age and it is over 30 I certainly don't consider them old. This hang up for me is strictly in my own personal context. I remember when my mom turned 30. I was 8. All my friends were jealous that my mom was so young. She of course was mourning the passing of her youth. My kids, their just about 3 months and 31 months. I will not be the cool young mom my boys friends envy them for having. I will just be the run of the mill old mom. *sigh* The only thing getting me through is my husband turns 31 today. So he is even older and even less cool than me. Sharing a birthday stinks. In my mind on your birthday you should get the day off. No cooking. No cleaning. You should be pampered. Someone should get you a cake. At our house none of those things happen because it is the other responsible adult's birthday too. The boys and I were going to head to DQ to pick up an ice cream cake, my fave, but the thought of dealing with car seats, jackets, etc for the 20 minutes to pick up a cake seemed like too much work on my birthday. Note to self-next year make hubby celebrate his birthday a different day.

Happy Valentine's Day!!

Don't Yike...

DH was gone for a week. He was relaxing in Hawaii going scuba diving and to the movie theatre. He claims it was a work trip but somehow I wonder. Anyway things around here were crazy, they usually are, but this was on a much more uncontrolled scale. LD was a bit 2.5yo-ish. Being obstinate and doing the exact opposite of what I asked. His newest thing is "LD don't yike ..." insert pretty much whatever it is you're trying to get him to do, eat, wear, etc. The kid apparently doesn't like anything. I was stumped as to where he came up with that phrase, unlike when he occasionally lets a naughty curse word fly. I know where he heard those. DH is quite embarrassed to be married to someone who can out curse a sailor. One afternoon I was making dinner and listening to DH read Green Eggs and Ham to LD for about the 6th time in a row and it dawned on me, Dr. Seuss you rascal, you. When I shared my enlightenment with DH he told me he no longer yikes Dr. Seuss. I tend to agree. I've been working so hard to teach myself to cook and when I proudly serve up a new dish and my 2.5yo promptly tells me he doesn't yike it, my spirits are a bit crushed. I try to remind myself it's a phase and soon he'll be 3 and onto the next scary/annoying/frustrating phase.   I'll admit I did smile a little when he told me, "LD don't yike Daddy." when we had finished a Skype call with him in Hawaii. I agree son, I agree. Sometimes Mommy doesn't yike Daddy either. Especially when he's getting 8+ hours of sleep in a balmy 85 degree tropical locale and I'm outside shoveling the sidewalk in 19 degree weather.

So It Begins...

The new year and the welcome addition of CJ to our family left me feeling like it was time for a new space. A new place to document our adventures as s family. And let's face it Mama's one busy lady lately and hoping she can keep up with one blog. So as the new year unfolds I pledge to better document the moments that are lives are comprised of.