My baby girl turned two today. We had an easy going day with a trip to the zoo, fish and chips (her favourite) for dinner and homemade cupcakes for dessert. She absolutely LOVED the play kitchen we bought her. It kept her attention for a half hour straight, something only the iPad is able to so these days. (Pics to come soon; we’re having a family celebration on Sunday and I hope to have pics from that too!)
I can’t believe she’s two! It wasn’t that long ago that I was worried I would never have a family. I forget sometimes but A and I have only been together for just over 3.5 years. Just before we met I was starting to come to terms with the fact that it would never happen for me. And then bam! Suddenly I’m married with two kids.
The day Molly was born the last of my ‘before A’ dreams came true: to fall in love, get married and start a family. It was also the day that a host of new dreams were born, dreams for our children and our life together. Her labour and delivery was just a blip compared to what we’ve experienced with her over the past two years and will experience in years to come. She already marvels us with everything that she does. I can’t wait to see what’s next. (We’re totally the parents who say “I know all parents say this but our kid really is amazing!”)
Happy birthday Molly moo! Mommy and Daddy love you more than words can say and given the adoration on his face when he looks at you, your baby brother feels the same way. Xoxo
Just a few days shy of her second birthday, we decided to try Molly out in her big girl bed last night. I told A not to force it, that we would take it slow and let her get used to the idea. After 45 minutes of trying, I called ‘time’ and put her to bed in her crib…which she promptly climbed out of!! One leg over without hesitation
(I watched on the monitor) and would have made it to the ground if I hadn’t burst through the door and grabbed her. She would have been fine and made it safely but I was worried about her doing it in the night, half asleep.
No more taking our time; the big girl bed was happening!
I took her back in and was treated to the litany of excuses that are innate in toddlers: one more book, mummy kiss, water please – at least she remembered her manners there – knee hurt bandaid, I potty, where baby (she has four in bed with her), where buddy (non-baby stuffies)…at one point she was even preening like a bird, chirping “Molly pretty. Pretty Molly”. If I hadn’t been so tired it would have been funny!
I was finally able to keep her lying down by sitting next to the bed and patting her back (I’ll worry about breaking bad habits later). If she even threatened to roll over (she sleeps on her tummy), I started to get up and leave. She fell asleep after a few minutes, I slowly moved out of the room and I’m happy to say she slept the whole night through!
Tonight was a similar scene and she was asleep 10 minutes earlier than before, though later than we would like (8:10). A started off with the duty getting her settled and once I got Oliver down, I took over. After dealing with excuse after excuse after excuse, frustration sets in and a break is most needed 🙂
It’s going to take time for her to adjust. We just have to be patient and stick to our guns. But oh, how proud she was when I opened the door for her this morning. “Molly big girl bed” she said with a sleepy smile. My baby is growing up!
Our next challenge: dealing with the inevitable occurrence of her falling out of bed (see above pic…she’s moved herself close to the non-guarded section of her bed!). Her reaction could really go either way!
Oliver is full on on the midst of the famed four-month sleep regression. According to the Wonder Weeks app, it’s around this time that a major developmental leap occurs and it wreaks havoc on infant sleep cycles. Add teething to the mix and we are having good times! (Infer sarcasm).
Though I understand the whys of it, I’m finding it a lot more difficult this time around, probably because Molly never went through a regression at four months (hers was at eight months).
He’s waking 2-3 times a night and naps during the day are ridiculous, with him finally falling asleep after a struggle and only sleeping for 15-30 minutes. I’m trying to be consistent with his routine, but he’s not making it easy. He refuses to settle with A right now, so it’s all on me.
The lack of sleep is affecting me more with two kids than it did with one (for obvious reasons) and it has me considering measures I don’t even believe in! Sleep training has been on my mind but I don’t believe in that for babies this young; I wasn’t comfortable doing it with Molly until she was 14 months! I’ve also contemplated introducing cereal which goes against my beliefs on two levels: I don’t plan on giving cereal at all nor do I want to introduce solids before six months. What’s a mom to do?
Sigh. Get through as best I can, that’s what. I’ve been in this place before, feeling frustrated that there’s no end in sight but having raised a baby this age before, I know that things will change. That knowledge is keeping me going.
I’m hoping that with the end of this leap coming up in a couple of weeks that he will settle back into good sleep patterns again. In the meantime, I’ll fondly look back on the two days that he slept for 10 hours straight and remember that he is capable of doing it.
Oliver and I landed in St. John’s very late Thursday night at 12:30am (technically Friday morning I guess) and we took off back to Toronto at 1:30pm on Sunday. Between landing and take off we:
– souvenir shopped downtown Friday afternoon
-attended a pre-wedding soirée Friday evening hosted by my aunt at her house where I’m sure every woman there had hold of my adorable son 🙂
– visited my oldest friend (since we were five) Saturday morning and got caught up with her
-visited friends of the family for lunch that same day
-managed to survive the heat of the day enough to get myself ready for the wedding (it’s not usually so warm there and so no one has air conditioning in their houses)
-went to my cousin’s lovely wedding at the Sheraton Hotel, which includes a blissfully short ceremony followed immediately by cocktails and a sit down dinner: we didn’t stay for dancing as my dad was really sick with a sinus infection and Oliver stubbornly refused to sleep
A lot right? And I realized when I got home that the only pictures I took were this one of Oliver sleeping on the plane (proof that he slept…both ways actually, for almost the entire time!):
And this one of a plate of cod tongues I had for lunch on Friday (thank you to my parents guest fisherman who brought us these!):
It’s hard trying to take pics with a baby! Speaking of, he was amazing. No major melt downs and content most of the trip! I was surprised and very much impressed.
All in all it was very much worth going to see all my family and friends and have them meet Oliver. We’re hoping that next year all four of us can go, for more than three days 🙂
Oliver and I are off to Newfoundland tonight! A is staying home with Molly. It was too expensive for us both to go. My parents are there for a few weeks, so they’ll be able to help with the baby. It’s going to be a busy trip trying to pack in visits with friends, my cousins wedding, shopping and a cod tongue meal in just a few days but we are up to the challenge! Luckily Oliver is still flexible in where he sleeps. I’ll miss A and Molly desperately, but am looking forward to this getaway!
Technology is my friend and enemy this week. My frenemy if you will. On my good side is our Chromecast. We loooove it! Though to be fair we’ve only used it for Netflix so far and some You Tube streaming. We haven’t really attempted casting from the Chrome browser yet since it’s off season for TV. I suppose this fall will be the real test. If all goes well we’ll get one for all our TV’s. This Monday we have our cable disconnected, so we’re dedicated to internet TV, at least for the time being!
And on my bad side is my laptop. It died. Again. This time with no warning. Luckily it doesn’t seem to be a hard drive issue like before which caused the devastating loss of pictures and videos (which I’ve been backing up…whew!). We have to take it in and see how much it’ll be to fix. Too much and I’ll be using A’s computer for a while 🙁
On the Kids…
Molly turns two in two weeks, can you believe it?? I’m slowly getting things ready for our family BBQ and today we’re off to Toys R Us to get her present (a play kitchen! They’re on sale this week).
While there we’re going to check out car seats for Oliver. At his check up he weighed 17 lb 9 oz. The limit for our infant carrier is 22 lb. It could be some time before he reaches that weight but the fact is he’s getting really heavy to lift in the carrier! I also think he’s not comfortable in it while travelling. It took us over five hours to get home from the cottage the other day, normally a three hour drive. But we had to stop many times to calm master Oliver’s discontent. A larger seat may help with that, though it makes me sad to give up the convenience of the infant seat.
When I’m back from my trip, we’re transitioning Molly into her big girl room! I’m ready for Oliver to be in his own space and Molly has been making motions to climb out of her crib. It’s going to be interesting!
I was a bit behind with my Father’s Day gift for A. I decided to recreate the trio of images I did last year with Molly, this time with the both of them. Considering my subjects were a distracted toddler and an oblivious 3 month old, I think it turned out pretty great!
Here’s last years for comparison:
Greetings from 4:37am! This is the….fourth? No, fifth time I think that Oliver has been up tonight. I’ve lost track.
It was just a few weeks ago that he slept through the whole night. One glorious night. But it was rather short-lived. His sleep patterns have spiralled over the past few days, with him waking every 1-2 hours. I don’t think he was up this frequently even as a newborn! I can handle him waking once a night, It’s normal for babies to wake, but this is crazy! To say I’m sleep deprived is an understatement.
It could be because any number of things: discomfort from being sick, growth spurt or maybe the dreaded four-month sleep regression (he’ll be four months on the 21st). Who knows!
I’m trying not to do anything differently when he wakes: I give him a chance to go back to sleep. Sometimes this works, sometimes not. I can recognize an “I’m resettling” cry vs a “get me now dammit” cry. I get up, use the loo if necessary, turn on the TV (no sound, just for light), make sure I have my iPhone (what did moms do before smartphones??) , grab the baby, settle into the rocking chair, nurse, re-swaddle and then put him back to bed once he’s asleep. If he doesn’t want to nurse I’ll rock him back to sleep. It’s usually a half hour process either way; I’m kicking ass on Candy Crush Saga!
Despite being so tired, at this point I’m not comfortable crying it out or denying him feedings just to get him to sleep. He obviously needs something if he’s waking this frequently and I’m going to try and fulfill that need. As much as I’d love sleep, that comes first with me (no judgement for those who choose a different path).
It’s hard though, since it’s mostly all on me with the nursing. I wake A to swaddle (I suck at it) and will occasionally ask him to get up to comfort him first before I try nursing but 9 times out of 10 Oliver ends up wanting to feed and just gets more agitated at being made to wait. Nursing lying down isn’t comfortable so that’s out. Same with co-sleeping; the idea terrifies me! I’m not interested in pumping so A can give a bottle nor do I want to give formula.
So my only real option is to just suck it up! It won’t last forever and most days I can nap. And there’s always coffee, which I’m limiting to two cups a day. (I’ve been drinking it since he was born. It’s not the issue).
Good times here at our casa! Good times 🙂
Or the devils disease as I’m calling it. Ugh. Hand, foot and mouth disease made an appearance at Molly’s daycare last week and she unfortunately contracted it. It’s not a serious illness but extremely contagious and uncomfortable for those who get it and all of us got it in one form or another. Luckily it’s very mild in adults or I’m not sure how we would have survived the week. As it is, I’m wiped. Poor Oliver had it the worst with a fever for two days and blisters in his mouth. He was miserable and I swear didn’t stop crying all of Tuesday and Wednesday. It’s been physically and emotionally taxing on us all but we’re on the mend!
All that nasty illness business aside, Oliver had an exciting week! He rolled over on Monday, back to front. I had put him down on the floor, a rare thing with Molly traipsing all over the place, but she was outside so I took advantage. I started getting dinner ready and while I couldn’t see him, I could hear him and finally glance over when I heard him grunting. He had turned 90 degrees and was 3/4 of the way over! It took him a few more tries, and a little ‘push’ here and there from his sister, but he finally made it on his own. My baby is growing up!
Speaking of babies growing up, in less than a month Molly will be two! How is that possible? I’m noticing big changes in her lately. She’s really into possession, though not in a selfish way , more like identifying what belongs to whom (Mommy’s plate, Daddy’s plate, Molly’s plate etc). She also understands the concept of turns (I focus on turns when it comes to playing with others rather than sharing) and is finally grasping consequences, which makes discipline a lot easier.
I’ve been using the 1,2,3 method where I explain that I’m going to count to three and ask her to do/change something and if she hasn’t done it by the time I get to three then the appropriate consequence to the circumstance will take place (ie. if you don’t take your markers back to the table I’ll put them away). We like this approach because it gives her the chance to choose the correct behaviour. So far she’s making the right choice though only after I’ve counted to two 🙂
I’m also putting her in a short time out on the couch or in her room for more serious offences like biting and hitting. There are no warnings there. I ask her to apologize using the offence in the apology so it’s not just a cursory ‘sorry’.
Just this week she’s been showing some terrible two behaviour by throwing herself on the floor (which we ignore while trying not to laugh), but overall she’s a great kid! Lots of fun ahead!
We aren’t going crazy with her second birthday. Having family over for a BBQ and that’s it. I can’t fathom planing anything larger right now. Not with a baby to contend with!
Who’s me? Oh right. That haggard looking woman I see in the mirror. ME has taken backstage over the past week with a sick family. I’m happy to say though that aside from indulging in pizza last weekend, I’ve been dairy free for almost two weeks! And I haven’t let the craziness of the week be an excuse to eat badly. We’ve had take out more than I would like but nothing too horrible.
Once we’ve had a chance to regroup, I’m going to focus a bit more on trying to exercise and hopefully start getting massages again. Carrying around a 17 pound baby almost 24/7 has taken a toll (he’s not a fan of slings/wraps and neither am I…too hot!).
I have more to share, I’m sure, but it’s 10:30pm and my little man is almost done nursing. I want to go to bed 🙂
Here’s my kiddos! Molly wanted to ‘hold it’ haha!
Well friends, I’m here to report that I’ve been dairy free for 72 hours now.
Let me explain. On Monday we took the kids to the doctor. Molly had a rash, which is most likely the reaction to a new sunscreen I tried on her. And Oliver, well, Oliver has stinky toots. Really, really stinky toots. Toots that shouldn’t smell like that considering he’s exclusively breastfed; toots that cause him discomfort.
The doctors prognosis? A possible intolerance to the proteins in cow dairy. Solution? Cut out the main sources of cow dairy: milk, cheese, yogurt, BUTTER! Oh god, butter. Basically I need to cut out all that is right and good in the world.
I sound dramatic, but if you take a good look at my diet, you’ll find, even on Weight Watchers, that some form of cow dairy is present at all my meals. It’s incredibly hard for me to think outside the milk carton and not reach for the cheese grater, which is why I failed at going dairy free a couple of months ago when Oliver’s reflux was really bad. I didn’t even last 24 hours that time.
That attempt though, wasn’t at the request of my doctor. It’s a bit easier doing it this time around on her ‘orders’. It’s even easier when I consider that it’ll further ease Oliver’s tummy discomforts. His reflux hardly bothers him at all anymore but his toots still do. I hate seeing my baby boy uncomfortable.
Despite my complaining, It hasn’t been too bad. I was sad about skipping pizza night last night, but have otherwise adapted fairly well. Luckily goat cheese is still up for grabs; I put it on my spaghetti tonight rather than Parmesan and it was amazing! And I’m not being too picky about products made with cow dairy. I don’t eat a lot of packaged or prepared foods, so the amount of dairy from those sources that I’m ingesting is minimal. I’ll give it a week or two and see how Oliver is reacting to this change. If it’s good I’ll keep it up, but if there’s no difference I’ll introduce it back in.
Who knows, maybe it’ll help me lose the last 10 pounds I want to drop!
Just over three months old, master Oliver is keeping us on our toes! Molly hardly ever cried as a baby; Oliver is making up for what we missed with her 🙂
On the whole, he’s a good baby. He’s just very vocal about any discontent he’s feeling.
Sleep-wise we’re doing well! The other night he slept from 8:30-6, and last night he slept 8-4 and then back to sleep from 4:30-7:15. I have no problems with him getting up once to nurse but am under no illusions this will last. I’ll enjoy it while I can!
Molly is….awesome. She’s smart and funny and I can’t believe our baby girl will be two in just over a month! Oh she has her moments where she drives us crazy and I wonder what we were thinking by having kids, but then she’ll do something adorable like calling all her stuffed animals ‘my buddy’ or call me ‘honey’ because that’s what she hears A call me (she’ll call him ‘babe’) and all is forgiven.
Her hair is driving me nuts though. I’m not a stickler for it being neat and tidy all the time…she’s a kid, neat and tidy shouldn’t be a necessity. But it’s crazy at times. She was cursed with a double crown (curtesy of me) and her hair grows in all directions. Once it’s longer it’ll be easier to manage.
Almost 10 pounds lost on weight watchers! 10 more to go until I reach my first goal. Another 10 after that for my second goal, but I’m not counting on that until after I’m done nursing.
I think we’ve come out of the newborn haze. Despite the fact that Oliver is in a ‘hold me’ phase and Molly really lovers mommy right now, things feel more manageable. Of course that’s partly because A is still home. No luck quite yet in the job department. He’s had some nibbles but it’s such a tough market right now!
We’ve made the decision to cancel our cable. All of it. We’re going to focus on watching Netflix and other shows on the internet. Most stations these days will broadcast new shows on the internet after they air. It’s partly financial; it’ll save us a ton each month. But it’s also an exercise in not having the TV on all the time. Molly doesn’t pay attention to it but we watch more than we should. So we’ll see how it goes! We’ve ordered a Google Chromecast to help with the Internet TV option. Fingers crossed it works well for us!