Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Her own room.

Last week we finally moved Brigid out of our room into Molly's room. It must have been long over due because she was definitely ready. She's doing great and only waking up once or twice a night, which is a huge improvement from the up all nights she was doing prior. Every child has had different sleep patterns and recognizing there changing needs is always a struggle of mine.

I have a hard time transitioning them to their own rooms because I love the convenience of hearing their rhythmic breathes in the middle of the night and I love the sense of security of having them within arms reach. I also really dislike relying on the monitor because I'm terrified I won't hear their cries in the middle of the night and every little unfamiliar crackle or pop from the speaker sends me rushing down the hall way like Miss Clavel uttering, "Something is NOT right!"

Brigid, however, is a very light sleeper and it became very clear that she was in need of her own, quiet space. I'm sure it was long over due and every overly opinionated critic probably has a few eye rolls for my methods, but like every mom, I'm just trying to do whats right for our family.    

Now that I'm done dwelling on the mysteries of sleep arrangements, I can move on to over analyzing the next stages we shall soon enter ;).


Friday, August 29, 2014

Happy Birthday, Johnny!

Johnny is the toughest sweet-heart that I know. He likes to knock stuff over, he likes to play with trucks and, first thing every morning, he will ask if he can go outside. He begs Molly to play with him and is completely heart-broken when she refuses. His favorite bed time read is the Little Blue Truck book and Little Blue Truck Leads the Way. He likes to wake up really early and crawl into our bed, laying his little rooster head on the pillow next to me. His love is unconditional and I didn't realize our special it could be. He's promised when I'm old he'll bring ice cream coffee (iced coffee) to me! 

Baby Johnny. 

Big boy Johnny.

The majority of my day is spent answering his questions. He asks things like, "mommy, when I'm a big guy, can you buy me a truck?" and "when I'm a big guy, mommy, can I go to work with dad?"

Question face

With that same question face, Johnny asks me after looking into his bowl of soup, "is that a turtle?" I believe it is a noodle, bud. 

Some of his questions end up on the more ridiculous side. One time he drew a line down my face with his finger and says, "remember when you used to be a road?" Nope.

Two days ago, he cracked his toe nail in half and after awhile he tells me, "at least it wasn't allll my toes." And later in the evening, I hear him relay the story to Marshal saying, " least it wasn't my fingers." Such an optimist!

One time, while passing through the room, I asked, "Johnny, what are you doing?" and he replies, "Literally, nothing." Continue on, little man. Continue on.

While on a walk with Johnny, earlier this summer, we saw a kid ride past us on a bike. Of course, Johnny-king-question-asker-Brame asks, "where's that guy going?" After a bit, the same kid came back around the block in the opposite direction. He had obviously turned around at some point. Obvious to me, not to Big John because as the kid rides past, he proclaims, "oh, that must be his brother." Logic.  

Even after his party, he still insists on being two, but I think eventually it will sink in. After all, it has been a huge part of his identity for the past year. 

Happy Birthday, Johnny! These two are so lucky to have you as a brother! We love you!


Thursday, August 21, 2014

Fractures and Captures

A little bit more than three weeks ago, poor Brigid had an accident and ended up in a lovely pink cast. While standing next to me on a step stool, she lost her balance and fell to the side. At first I wasn't too concerned because, as any one-year-old, she had fallen like that before. However, after a few minutes, I could tell something was wrong. My usual consoling wasn't working. It was heart breaking when the realization of what had happened and how easily it could have been prevented set it. After an x-ray and conformation from our pediatrician, we learned that little Brie had fractured her tibia (later we learned from orthopedic specialist that she had actually fractured both bones in her leg).

After a day or two, she didn't even seem to acknowledge that the cast was there. She still got around pretty well but I was concerned that if she fell again the cast could pull her in a bad direction and cause another injury or dislocation....I was definitely a helicopter mom, watching her every move! She already is a light sleeper, so our nights were pretty awful. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have been in a hurry to stop nursing. Nothing would help her sleep and I wished so badly to just nurse her back to sleep!

But after three long weeks, the cast is finally gone!

Our victory pic while leaving the orthopedic's office 

She's been in a much better mood since having the cast off. The doctor had warned that it is normal for some regression with her movement and that it could take a few weeks to slowly get back to normal. The day after the cast came off, it really seemed like she had regressed a step backward because she couldn't pull herself up but that didn't last long. She already is back to normal and even progressing a bit by standing on her own!


A few cellphone shots, captured over the past few weeks:

Uncle Mark earning best uncle award by helping give B her bottle at the parade this past weekend

Molly, happiest when surrounded by color

Their morning faces...

Speaking of faces...

Bedtime stories

Up all night/sleep all day #thuglife

Getting ready for Aunt Mimi's pool



Thursday, August 7, 2014

Happy Birthday, Brigid!

Yesterday we celebrated Brigid's first birthday! It hardly seems possible that she is already one, yet at the same time I can't believe it was only a year ago that we welcomed her into our hearts. Like every member of our family, she holds a special role and fills a part of the mold that makes up our family. Right now she is the baby, the youngest, the one we hold and cuddle and coo over. She is the one that is learning to walk and talk and eat big kid food. She is the one that sleeps in the crib close to our bed. And with each passing birthday this role will change and grow and stretch, the way God intended for us! Every accomplishment, every milestone, we are so grateful for! but at the same time it leaves our hearts heavy and stomachs in knots, secretly begging for time to stand still so that they can be our youngest, our babies forever.   

Like the other kids at this age, she really didn't know what to do with the wrapping paper. Fortunately for us, Johnny was more than willing to oblige. 

Johnny and Molly also helped decorate the birthday cake. While they made every effort to make the day special for Brigid, whether it was fetching her a toy or preparing for her party, I realized how much of the celebration was attributed to them. Siblings make birthdays special because they feel the same joy and excitement (if not more)!

My favorite memory from the day was when we pulled the cake away from Brie to slice it and she about climbed out of her highchair to get it back! I've never had a child lay claim to a cake the way she did. 

Luckily it was a sugar-free, all organic, vegetable cake made with tofu icing so I didn't feel guilty at all giving her a few licks (rolling ma' eyes) ;)


Tuesday, July 1, 2014

June recap

RECAP: the only generic title my sleep deprived self could conjure up. Why does there even have to be a title? Why can't they all just be numerical or something that wouldn't make my zero creative self feel less original about? Why can't my posts be more "motherhood is blessed and magical" and sound less gripey and sarcastic?

Not enough air in the atmosphere to answer that question.

Just a little bit ago, Johnny was whining about biting his tongue because he shares his father's inability to navigate his tongue safely while consuming solids, and Molly says, "Mom, when I bite my tongue, I never cry." ...which is why you're my favorite (question mark face). I've noticed, this kind of statement from her becoming more and more popular. It's either because she's incredibly competitive or because she's incredibly honest. I haven't been able to decide which it is yet.

After getting dressed today, she comes out wearing her old navy flag tee (which is pink) with a blue skirt and white leggings...because she is as obsessed with holidays as I am...and she tells me, "lets just pretend the color of my shirt is really really light red, because then I'm wearing red, white and blue."

One time she told me very seriously, "mom, do yo know what happens when you spit down? You make rain!"

Another discovery she made and vocalized to me was that "slippers are SO easy. you just SLIP them on!" I feel like she will work for an infomercial one day. 

During Christmas last year she told me very seriously that Rudolph the red nosed reindeer was her favorite because, "he was the most famous reindeer of all," she tells me. 

I don't know where she heard it from, but out of know where to get Johnny's attention she shouts, "BRO, come over here!"

One day I asked Molly where Johnny was and she says, "He's probably somewhere he doesn't want to be seen...or with daddy."

After seeing a holy card of st. Brigid, Molly bird says, "look, mom, it's father Mary!" fail on my part.

Molly can also get very sentimental. One time she comes up to me and says, "mom, when I was born, I wanted a mom named Margaret." She then gives me a hug and walks away.

This one is a little old but while I'm on the subject, awhile ago Molly said to me, "I just receive joy from magnets." I asked her if she understands the meaning of joy and she says, "yes, it's Spanish for 'give me more magnets." Clearly she gets it.

Molly looking very front-page-photo-shoot-y, which will result in the google search for "nearest convent" by her daddy. 

Johnny and Molly were fighting over the rocking chair this morning so I asked, "Do you guys need separated?" Molly says while flinging herself on the floor, "Don't worry, Johnny already separated me."

Johnny's hilarious. Sometimes I think he sounds a lot older than he is, like in the mornings he'll tell me, "I want some pants on me." But sometimes he still gets things mixed up, like he'll call my yoga mat a "yogurt mat."

One time while running after a ball he explained to me how he had to keep running because the ball kept "running" away from him.

While breakfasting, Johnny asks, "are there mushrooms on my waffle," with his question face. I said, "Johnny, it's a blueberry bagel," with my question face. 

During the same meal, Johnny put his knight toy in his milk. I explained how putting toys in our milk is gross and he says, "I like gross things."

Real cooperative, that one there. I say let's take a pic. He says, "hide."

Trying to capture Brigid's "look." It's very unique to her. She keeps her lips pursed, her eye brows raised and looks slightly amused. 

She was having a heck of a time with a wipes bag the other night. Her new trick is to throw her hands in the air when prompted by a "SO big!" and then slam them to the ground. 

Probably my all time favorite photo of Brie. 

June was also a month of uneven pigtails....

Learning to stand...

And the development of a love/hate relationship for baby dolls...

Until next time! (which is Spanish for "I'm lazy and don't blog much")