11-Month Update (Ivor Alan)

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This guy is almost a year old. Seriously. How. Does. That. Happen?!

11 months. Here we go!

Temper. Like his sister, dude can throw a tantrum. This morning was the best (meaning worst, by far). I took the remote away from him, so he screamed, laid face-down on the floor and when I handed him something else to play with, he threw it across the room.

Eating like a teenage boy. He must be going through a growth spurt because no amount of food seems to satisfy him recently. At some point I just have to cut him off, and then he goes into a food coma with that “ughhhhh I ate too much…..why did you let me eat that much?!” look on his face.

Speaking of food, he does the sign for “all done” (except in the above scenario), but we’re still working on “more please”. His way of communicating “more” is by kicking his feet with a very excited look on his face and clicking his tongue.

He’s still nursing…but I’m really hoping to wean him soon. I actually tried about 2 months ago but he is very resistant to change and refused. No bottle. No sippy cup. No formula. Just me. Sigh… We’re going to try again soon and when we do, it will probably be cold turkey. He shall be cut off completely from the boob. It’s time, little man.

He’s sleeping so much better, consistently (thank you Jesus!). He and Gwen both go to bed at 7pm and sleep until 6:30-7ish am. He fusses occasionally, but can quickly go back to sleep without needing me to go in and soothe. Huge difference from a few months ago!

Still mama’s boy and quite the cuddler.

Does really well in the church nursery and at MOPS (so I can get a break).

Well, let’s bring on the final month of his first year!

::quietly sobs::

 

 

 

10-Month Update (Ivor Alan)

Goodness, I’m even more behind with this update than the last one. Things have picked up this month with the business and I’ve had to keep track of all sorts of details, which is proving to be quite a challenge while running on very little sleep and living with demanding little humans. Diapers, dishes, laundry, snacks, nursing, milk in a sippy cup, water in the “wawa bottle”, Daniel Tiger, Finding Nemo, helping Ivor design light shows (which, by the way, is super fun), sending emails, more dishes, more diapers…..and on and on and on it goes. The days have been a blur.

And that’s what April has looked like so far.

And that’s my long excuse for being late with this update 🙂

But here it is!

The first week after he turned 10 months old, he decided to stop sleeping. First it started at 5am. He woke up, refused to go back to sleep. Then the next night it was 3am. Then 11:30pm. His waking up and screaming got earlier every night and it was really difficult to get him to go back to sleep. Typically if and when he wakes during the night, he’s easily pacified and goes right back to sleep. But not this particular week. It was the longest week of my life (well, since we first brought him home). Because he shares a room with Gwen, I’ve never wanted to just let him cry for very long in there. So I’d take him downstairs. I’d lay on the couch and he’d fall asleep in his bouncer. For almost a week I was sleeping on the couch (and not because of a fight with my husband….but because of a very needy fussy baby who only wanted mama, and his bouncer). But that got old quickly. And I didn’t want to encourage that sort of sleeping habit. The kid needs to sleep in his own crib. And I need to sleep in my own bed with my husband. Preferably for at least 4 solid hours. At LEAST. So we did some sleep training with him (which we never needed to do with Gwen, she was always a great sleeper). And he has slept straight through the night the last few nights in a row! I’m starting to feel a little more human again.

::fingers crossed::

So other new things (and forgive me if I’ve mentioned some of these in his last update…like I said, days blur):

He eats food. Real food. I am no longer his sole source of nourishment. He eats most everything. Except for bananas and greek yogurt. Which is funny because that’s Gwen’s favorite breakfast (that she asks for every day….with blueberries). Anyway,  except for those 2 things, he’s loved everything. Finally.

He’s starting to stand better with support. He doesn’t pull himself up yet. But he’s nice and sturdy if I hold his hands. As opposed to the jello legs he used to have when I tried it before.

Still only has 2 teeth (the bottom ones).

His little personality is coming out even more, and there are quite a few glimpses of Gwen actually – loud and feisty! That’s not his normal mode, but it comes out every once in awhile. He also has some pretty funny facial expressions. I’ve known about his flirtatious charming face (raising one eyebrow with a smirk), he’s been pulling that one on me for months. But he also shows looks of confusion, surprise, “what the…?” …like this one:

 

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Happy 10 months Mr. Ivor! We love you!

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Dear Gwendolyn

You are 2 years old today! I can hardly believe how much you’ve grown since March 23rd, 2013 when you first arrived and turned our worlds upside down. From the very beginning you’ve been a passionate, spirited little thing. As you’re getting older and leaving babyhood behind, that loud & fiery personality is coming out even more. It can be quite a challenge sometimes for me and Daddy to reign you in, but we never want that spark in you to go away. You’ll learn, we hope, to use that passion for good someday and not evil 😉 But you have another side to you too, that’s sweet, caring, compassionate and polite.

You love your little brother and love to help me take care of him. You tell us when he’s crying. You bounce him. You give him his pacifier, and lots of hugs and kisses. You’re not a huge fan of sharing toys with him right now, but we’ll work on that. He is very lucky to have a big sister like you!

Speaking of hugs and kisses, you have made it your duty to ensure that Daddy always gives kisses to every member of our household before he leaves for work in the morning. “Ivor kisses!” “now, Mommy kisses!” “now, Gwen kisses!” and occasionally, “Mooltin (Milton, the cat) kisses!” Same at bedtime.

You’re going through a “helping” phase that I hope lasts a long time 🙂 You love to help me clean the floor after you throw food on it (sometimes on purpose, sometimes accidentally). You love to help me with laundry (handing me the clothes out of the laundry basket so I can fold them). You love helping Daddy cook in the kitchen (homemade granola is your specialty). And recently, you’ve even tried undressing your brother so that you could help change his diaper. Thankfully, you were caught in time.

Whenever someone coughs or makes a loud noise of some sort, you always ask with concern, “okay mommy?” (“are you okay?)

You’ve become a backseat driver. “Whoa daddy, whoa!” “Careful daddy, careful!”. I have no idea where you got that from…………………

You have very good manners. Sometimes you need to be prompted, but most of the time you say “please” and “thank you” all on your own.

You still love food. It’s very rare that you won’t eat something. However, the other day you did try some sushi for the first time (not w/raw fish, it was a California roll and a Chicken Teriyaki Roll), but you weren’t a big fan. You tried a few bites and then said “no fanks daddy, I don’t yike it” in the sweetest little voice. It was adorable. You then asked for celery and bell peppers instead (!) We’ll never force you to eat something you don’t like, as long as you at least try it first. Thankfully, you like most things, so we lucked out on that one with you 🙂

Speaking of your vocabulary and all the things you say, here are some of our favorites:

“Hmm lemme fink” while you place one finger on your chin.

“Oh yes! Great idea!”

“I poop everywhere!” ….at every single diaper change, whether you actually pooped or not.

“Fank you mommy, fank you daddy”

“Fank you God”

“What?”

“Oh boy!!!”

“Meelk time!” (“meelk” = milk)

“My fav-a-wite cowor” about ALL the colors

“I jump in waah-er too-day”

“O-gain” (again)

“I kick a ball too-day?”

“Yay! I see ’em ah-fwiends!” (translation: Yay! I’m going to see my friends)

You love Daniel Tiger (borderline obsessed). Elmo. Puppies. Soccer. Playing with sticks and grass. Fishies and the ocean. Music (you memorize and sing along to songs, but you can sometimes get shy like mommy does when someone’s actually paying attention to you). You love to draw and color. You know the alphabet and can count to 20 *almost* perfectly (the teens throw you off sometimes). You know basic shapes and colors and so much more. We are so amazed by how quickly you’ve learned those things and how much you continue to learn every day. You are an amazing little girl and we love you very much!

Happy 2nd birthday Gwen!

Love,

Daddy, Mommy and Ivor Baby (and Mooltin)

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It’s Not About The Clothes

I read and shared an article on facebook this morning written by a couple that we met at the Stitch Fix Party. It included something I haven’t heard yet before: a male perspective on Stitch Fix and it inspired me to write this post. He concluded with this, “…sometimes there’s a great deal more in a box than just a dress and charge on your credit card.” Yes. Yes. and Yes. I saw another quote somewhere that said, “Clothes aren’t going to change the world. The women who wear them will.” And that is exactly the point of this for me, personally. Since I’ve been posting a lot about Stitch Fix and clothes recently, I thought I’d take a moment to explain more about why I do it.

I’ve never been into fashion. Growing up, all I cared about was having the same name brand clothes all the cool kids had. To “keep up with the Joneses”. Then sometime after high school and during college, I just wore t-shirts, jeans and hoodies. And sneakers or flip flops. I didn’t really care much about what I wore. It wasn’t until last summer, after I had my 2nd kid, that I looked in my wardrobe and realized I needed a change.

1. Nothing fit.

2. Most of it was falling apart (holes in the armpits, buttons missing, etc.)

3. It was all from the juniors department and no longer reflected ME. A wife, a mom, an adult, a woman (no longer a junior!)

4. The idea of trying to figure out what my new “adult” wardrobe should look like, AND find the time to pick out, try on and purchase that new wardrobe (with 2 small kids), was extremely daunting.

Stitch Fix has solved all 4 of those problems for me! Which is why I love it so much and recommend it so often. It might not be for everyone, but it’s been great for me at this stage of my life.

For some women, maybe it is just about the clothes. The latest trends, the name brands, the price tag, etc. For me, it’s about what the clothes do for me. How they make me feel. The confidence they bring out in me. It’s not about being materialistic. It’s about being a sleep-deprived, exhausted mom who still wants to feel like woman sometimes. And there is NOTHING wrong with that. Clothes, make-up, jewelry, shoes, etc. can help us feel more like a woman and a little more “put together”. It’s not about hiding our true, raw, beautiful selves. It’s about enhancing and bringing out what’s already there. Sure, maybe some women take it too far and it becomes an obsession or the ONLY way they feel beautiful. But don’t assume it’s like that for every woman. I’d bet it has a lot more to do with confidence and just feeling good about themselves.

A typical “mom uniform” is yoga pants, a t-shirt “accessorized” with spit-up or goldfish cracker crumbs, and hair pulled back in a messy bun. When I’m home all day with my kids, that uniform is pretty practical and easy and I’m cool with that. But I’m not just a mom. I’m also a wife and a woman. I want my husband to know that I still care about being attractive to him like I did when we were dating. So I “clean up” nice for him on date nights. And I want the rest of the world to know, when I do make it out of the house, that I’m a confident woman and I haven’t just “let myself go” now that I’m a mom.

This whole idea was addressed at our last MOPS meeting. We had a really fun “fashion show” with volunteer moms strutting their stuff with cute outfits on, make-up tips and tricks and hair styling ideas. A few years ago I would’ve thought that was totally unnecessary and a little vain. Like, “shouldn’t we be talking about more important topics??” But now that I’m a mom my views have changed a bit. Of course there other things more important than clothes, make up and hair. But that’s not at all the point. Feeling brave and confident as a woman and a mom….that was the point. I get it now. And while it’s not the MOST important thing, it is still an important thing.

So, thank you again Stitch Fix, for helping me find my style and sending me clothes that I feel confident in. And aside from that, it is really fun getting a box of clothes in the mail every month. Nothing wrong with the fun factor either 🙂

 

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When You’re Sick, Rest is Best

It’s been a sickly few days in the Griffiths home. I’ve been sick. I thought little Ivor had Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease, then Gwen got sick and had a fever.

Recap: I have a cold. This makes once a month since October that I’ve been sick with a cold. Yeah…

Little Ivor developed a rash that didn’t look like any usual rash I’ve seen on him. Little red bumps all over his diaper area, on his wrists, on the back of his leg and on his face. He didn’t have a fever or any other symptoms. But I figured, I just put him a public nursery for the first time ever, and less than a week later (which falls within the HFM incubation period), this. Turns out, it’s just a really bad eczema flare up. He’s had mild eczema since he was just a few months old. His wrists got really bad because he scratches them. His doctor is worried about it getting infected. So we’re in full scale anti-eczema mode with him.

Then yesterday, Gwen. She started crying inconsolably right around lunch/naptime. I took her temperature because she felt extremely hot. 103. Yikes. Little Ivor was downstairs crying at the top of his lungs because it was also his naptime and needed some soothing. But I couldn’t help him because Gwen was crying at the top of her lungs (because of the 103 degree fever thing), and big Ivor had already left home to go to an appointment in Berkeley, an hour away from us. With our only vehicle. So, I kind of panicked for a few mins. Thankfully I got ahold of Ivor before he got too far away so he came home right away. Eventually I got Gwen to calm down and her fever went down. Then it spiked again 4 hours later. And again 4 hours later. Currently, she hasn’t had a fever since about 9pm last night. But she woke up several times throughout the night crying. We put her in our bedroom so she wouldn’t wake up her brother (anymore than he already does wake up on his own). Then everyone woke up for the day around 6:30am. Gwen sat up and decided to play “I-spy” with everything in our bedroom. Going through her whole vocabulary. Yup, she’s back to normal.

 

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Further proof that’s she’s herself again- running around the living room like she owns the place with her remote control.

Sigh….Welcome to parenthood during cold/flu season. (And the whole measles outbreak thing didn’t help my panic mode yesterday.)

Go away, germs!

Presence Means More than Presents

You might think as a SAHM/WFHM I spend the majority of my day playing with my kids. However, I do not. Sometimes I try to do other things (like clean, shower, or do Bitwise work). Even if they’re not napping. I can be the most productive while they’re napping of course, but I think it’s important for them to learn to play independently, find something to do to keep themselves occupied, use their imaginations, etc., while I do other things. Sometimes this goes over well. Sometimes, like today, it does not. To be clear, I play with my kids every day at some point. But sometimes MY timing doesn’t align with Gwen’s 🙂

That’s what happened this morning.

I was on my laptop doing work, sipping coffee and enjoying my morning. Until Gwen started throwing toys. Yelling. Hitting my laptop, etc. Over and over and over again, despite being told “no”, “don’t do that”, “why don’t you play with xyz”. Since she didn’t listen and because that’s not acceptable behavior, she got in trouble. I know kids have big emotions and don’t know how to express them properly at this age. But it’s our job to teach them what’s acceptable and what’s not. A lot of the time, I lose my cool and scream like a lunatic.

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I am not proud of that. But I’m sure other moms can relate, right?! Please say yes. By God’s grace, I actually kept my cool this morning though.

In any case, after we discipline Gwen, and things have calmed down, we like to sit her down, get on her level, look her in the eye, and explain why she got in trouble. Why her behavior is not okay. Why a certain rule is in place, etc., not just “because we said so”. And it’s also a chance for us to apologize for reacting poorly if we’ve done so. And to give her lots of hugs and kisses. Most of the time, she refuses to look us in the eye (guilt). But today, she looked at me and gave me the biggest hug and just sat in my lap for a solid 15 mins or so (that is a long time for her!)

Stab me in the heart why don’t you???

While she was misbehaving and throwing her tantrum, I was thinking to myself, “why can’t you just play with your toys?! You have so many toys, so many things to keep you occupied!” But she didn’t want her stinking toys. All she wanted was me. She just wanted to sit with mommy.

I thought it was a timely message for Christmas. I’m not anti-presents. I think it’s good to be generous with your  money, and for some people buying gifts is an expression of love for a person. But they’re certainly no replacement for your  actual presence and your time.

I get it. My “love language” is quality time. While I certainly don’t mind getting gifts from my husband, his physical presence and his attention (quality time) is much more important to me. It’s how I feel loved the most (“acts of service” is a close 2nd, but I won’t get into all of that now). Anyway, it shouldn’t surprise me that it’s the same for Gwen (or at least this morning it was). Even when she is playing with her toys, the majority of the time she prefers having someone there to play with.

So the moral of the story? As much as kids might go crazy for toys, your presence is still more important to them and what matters the most. Seems obvious and very cliche to say that. I mean I’m sure everyone would easily agree with that statement. But we don’t always practice it in real life, when we get busy and preoccupied, and selfish, etc. Whatever I was working on this morning (I don’t even remember) was not more important, in that moment, than snuggling with a little girl who just wanted my time.

 

 

“Ya Ya Elmo’s Wooooord!”

This post is all about my 20-month old, who’s going through a major developmental explosion right now. She’s learning and doing and saying so many new things, so fast, I don’t want to forget it. I’ve mentioned before that I treat this blog like my online baby book. I know far-away family members really appreciate it, so if you’re not family, this might not be very interesting to you. Sorry 🙂

Here we go!

The title of this post is what I hear every….single….day. Several times a day. The girl is obsessed with Elmo. I don’t even know how it happened. She saw him on TV once or twice. Then she started wearing a pair of hand-me-down Elmo PJ’s that had just started to fit her. She saw them one night, pointed and yelled “Elmoooooo!” and hasn’t looked back since. “Ya ya Elmo’s Word” is how she mispronounces the theme song to “Elmo’s World”. Ya = La.

She is a little foodie. Not just because she likes a variety of foods, but because she finds so much joy in it as well. I kid you not, the girl literally fist-pumps when she likes the food she’s eating. And it’s usually accompanied by an “Om-nom-nom”. I don’t know where she got that from…. 🙂

First day of solids! She loved her homemade rice cereal 🙂

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Can you even stand how little she was?? Ah! I need to move on before I start sobbing.

She counts. She recognizes numbers and can almost count to 10 perfectly. 6 and 7 trip her up sometimes and when she gets to 9, it sounds like 1, so she starts back at 2. But, close enough! One night Family Feud  (I think) was on TV and there was a countdown at the bottom of the screen (5, 4, 3, 2, 1)…she looked and started counting down with them. I sat there staring at her in awe/shock. “Ok, so you count now apparently. Um, What??”

She knows a few colors now too. “Wewwo” (yellow), “Boo” (blue), “Neen” (green), “Peenk” (pink), “Ren” (red), “Back” (black), etc. She’s a big fan of coloring, and prefers to color with a buddy.

She plays soccer in the house with daddy (yes…I know. I figure it takes a lot of skill to keep the ball on the ground and not break any “obstacles”, so it will benefit her one day making her an awesome soccer player! This is what I tell myself). Anyway, recently she’s been insisting that daddy wear a silly monkey hat while playing soccer with her. Only he can wear it, not her. And yesterday she made me wear it, “wew it??” then said “Ball???”. So according to her rules, when playing soccer with her, we must wear a silly monkey hat.

Speaking of soccer, she’s improved a lot with her dribbling. She takes her time, focuses, keeps her body square with the ball. And loves kicking the ball into the makeshift goal we set up for her. She yells “Goaaaaaal!!! Mice!!!” while clapping for herself in celebration. Mice = Nice.

Other things she says throughout the day: “Oh no!” “Yes, okaaaay”. “Peas?” (please). “Atoo” (thank you). “Buh-bye!” She also says “eye-oo” (I love you) and “toooo” (I love you too).

Oh, and “poyee” for “potty”. I recently bought a little potty seat, step stool and an Elmo potty book just to start introducing the concept to her, with no intention of actually starting to train her. But she is very excited and enthusiastic about it lol. I don’t think she’s figured out that what you do in your diaper is what you should do in the potty, but she sure does like to sit on it. And she’s quite chatty while she’s at it. She sits there and goes through her entire vocabulary with us. Anyway…I’m not ready to train her yet. But at least once a day she’ll ask to go sit on the potty. And so, we do. But eventually we have to say “crap or get off the pot”, lest she think the potty is just for fun 😉

One random/insanely funny moment: At bedtime she kind of falls back as we gently lay her down in the crib. Well, one night I think she was SO tired, that she forgot no one was holding her and helping her lay down. Because we had already put her in the crib, and she stood back up. So I told her it was bedtime and that she needed to go to sleep now. She then proceeded to fall back, trust-fall style, onto her crib mattress. Thank God her head didn’t hit the crib rails, but it was hilarious! I’ve never seen my husband laugh so hard in the 5+ years I’ve known him. And I almost peed my pants. Then after several minutes, I regained my composure and had to explain to her how dangerous that was and that she could’ve hit her head and gotten hurt and to never do that again. Unfortunately because of our reaction, she’s tried to do it a few more times, just to make us laugh. Sigh…. #parentingfail

As an aside, parenting brings a lot of tears. Sad/frustrated tears- because parenting is stinking hard, but also happy/funny tears because toddlers are hilarious and amazing little beings. Like I mentioned above, some of the biggest laughs Ivor and I have shared together, have been over Gwen. Kids can be hard on a marriage, but they can also bring you together. We’ve had many nights, after the kids are in bed, where we just sit there and recount all the things Gwen (and now little Ivor) did or said that day and we laugh.

There’s a lot more I could write, but those are the current highlights. She is one feisty, passionate, sweet and fierce little girl. She makes us laugh so much and keeps us on our toes. We love you, Gwen!

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Did I mention she’s recently gotten into tumbling?

18-Month Update (Gwen)

Our Gwendolyn is a year and a half old now! She keeps us on our toes, keeps us entertained, and of course tests our patience on a daily basis. It’s a very challenging time, but it’s a lot of fun too. She’s learning so much every day. Using more words. But usually not pronouncing them correctly. She has something against the first letter of every word for some reason. She just leaves it off most of the time. Except for “more”…she says “mo” …and it’s adorable. But if you happen to hear her repeating “ass” over and over again…please know that she is not referring to her behind, or insulting you. It’s just how she pronounces any word with an “s” sound in it (pacifier, house, mouse, horse, etc.) We’re working on that.

She loves her little brother a lot. When he cries, she says “uh oh!” and goes over to him to cover him with a blanket, or try to put his pacifier (“ass”) in his mouth. She gives him kisses unprompted and says “hey lil guy!” She also tries to make him laugh by tickling him (like she sees me do). But she also pours water on him sometimes and let’s him know who’s boss (she’ll jabber with attitude while pointing her finger at him). He just smiles at her.

She’s recently learned how to climb furniture. So we’ve had to toddler-proof yet again. She’s all over the place.

She’s at the top of the growth chart for her age. She must get that from Ivor’s side of the family. Since I’m the tallest female in my family (and I’m 5’4…heh)

She still eats everything. Fingers crossed that she doesn’t wake up one of these days and decide she doesn’t want to eat anything anymore. I was reading somewhere that a lot of babies/kids need to be exposed to a new food 15-20 times before they’ll eat it. Gwen eats it the first time. We are so lucky! Here’s hoping little Ivor is the same way.

Happy 18-months little girl 🙂 We love you and your spunky personality so much!

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Playground Newbie

Staying home is easy. I like it. No rushing around to look  presentable and get somewhere on time. I can stay in my pajamas. Be productive (sometimes) with chores, etc. Not worry about schedules and fitting in whatever “out of the house” activity we’re doing around said schedule. But then after awhile I feel like a bad mom for keeping the kids inside all day. Especially  now that Gwen is super mobile, with lots of energy. She needs to run, explore and socialize with other kids. So, I’m making an effort to put on my real clothes and get out of the house more often (and not just to go to the grocery store). But actually attend the playgroups I get invited to that I’ve been avoiding for so long. In my defense,  Gwen’s naptime was always during these playgroups. And then I had another baby. And well, I haven’t felt like doing a whole lot because I’m exhausted most of the time. But today, we went to a playground. With other moms and kids. I RSVP’d “maybe”, allowing myself the opportunity to back out, but I actually showed up. Progress!

Here is what I learned:

1. It’s stinking hot. Where is the cool Fall weather, California????? What gives. I miss PA during this time. You’re not helping me get out of the house with this heat….

2. Always remember to bring sunscreen for your extremely fair-skinned child.

3. Gwen is more interested in the wood chips, bark and dirt than the actual playground equipment.

4. She loves to walk right in front of, or behind, moving swings. But refuses to get in one.

5. She occasionally seems interested in the other kids, but is totally content wandering around and exploring on her own.

6. She likes to snoop in other people’s diaper bags and play with other kid’s toys without asking (we’re working on the whole possession thing, “this is yours, that’s his, you need to ask to use something if it belongs to someone else, etc.”…but she is only 18 months old.

7. Wearing a baby in an Ergo while chasing a toddler around the playground, in this HEAT, will cause major boob sweat. And stomach sweat. All around sweat.

8. It is a little difficult to have conversations with the other moms while trying to keep an eye on your toddler, while she’s running behind/in front of swings, eating wood chips, snooping in other people’s bags, etc.

BUT, I’m glad we did it. And we’ll do it again. Gwen had so much fun, and she was pooped by the time we got home so she took a fantastic nap! That alone is reason enough to do it, right?

And she’s just so darn cute. I love watching her explore and check things out 🙂

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A Day in the Life

A few weeks ago I wrote a general post about life with 2 under 2. Now I thought I’d give you a glimpse into a typical day for us. Mind you, it changes sometimes depending on what we have planned or the mood of my children. But in general, on a good day, this is what it looks like…for now…until it changes…probably next week. NOTE: The times are flexible. Sometimes it’s a littler earlier or a little later (so I put ranges for most of them). But here we go:

7am: kids wake up. At the same time you ask? Yes, because my daughter is loud. And she wakes up the baby with her “talking”/playing. But I’m okay with it since they both sleep through the night (usually). I immediately (and by “immediately” I mean after I lie there for a few mins hoping to drift back off to sleep for just “5 more mins”), go into their room, pick up Ivor and take him back into bed with me to nurse him. Once he’s finished I go back into their room and change both of their diapers (and sometimes outfits). I put Ivor back in his crib while I take Gwen downstairs and get her breakfast ready.

8am: Gwen eats breakfast. Usually by the time I’ve prepared and served her breakfast, Ivor has fallen back to sleep for a little morning nap. So that gives me some alone time with Gwen while he sleeps (a rare moment in our day). I drink coffee.

9:30-10am: Ivor wakes up, I bring him downstairs for happy playtime with his sister. Sometimes this involves actual interaction between them, but mostly it’s just Gwen playing around him while he looks on and smiles 🙂

10:30am: Gwen used to go down for a morning nap around this time, but now it’s mostly quiet, independent playtime before lunch while mommy gets stuff done. Things I might do during this time: Eat. Do Bitwise work. Start a load of laundry. Shower. Put some dishes away. Write a blog post. Have another cup of coffee. Absolutely nothing.

10:30-11am: Nurse Ivor (note: I feed him on demand, so it’s not exactly the same time everyday…I’m just estimating here). He’ll usually take a nap after eating.

12pm: Lunchtime

1-1:30pm: If food shopping needs to be done, this is usually when we go. Otherwise, playtime. Park time. Walk time. Whatever time. I’ll nurse Ivor and change diapers right before leaving the house

2-2:30pm: Gwen goes down for an afternoon nap. I know this a little later than it probably should be. But she hasn’t FULLY transitioned to one nap yet. Sometimes she really does sleep during “quiet independent playtime”. Anyway…we’re almost there. If we don’t have to go out that day, she’ll go down earlier. I’ll also nurse Ivor usually as soon as I put her down. Once he’s taken care of he usually falls asleep again so I’ll try to get more housework done during this time.

3:30-4pm: Gwen wakes up. Has a “ack” (snack). Then we play. Unfortunately it’s been inside a lot lately. Because it’s just so darn hot out at this time 🙁 I’m SO ready for cooler weather. Go away heat!! Anyway..I digress. Playtime. If she’s in a good mood, I can try to prep dinner. But she usually freaks out when I leave the room. Sigh.

5-5:30pm: Ivor eats again, Gwen starts to lose her crap.

5:30-6pm: Dinnertime

7-7:30pm: Gwen goes to bed, mommy does a happy dance, usually with a glass of wine in hand (j/k…but not really).

7:30-8pm: Ivor eats from now until he goes to bed. That’s only a slight exaggeration. I don’t know why but right after Gwen goes to bed, he wants to eat like a mad man and refuses to be put down. All he wants is mommy. He’s also wide awake and jabbers and plays during this time. When he’s not eating.

10:30-11pm: I get him ready for bed, nurse him one last time, then put him in his crib. Sometimes he’s out like a light, sometimes he fusses for quite a bit until he settles, sometimes it takes a lot longer to get him to sleep. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night. But for the most part, he goes to sleep and wakes up with his sister at 7am.

Then it starts all over again the next day!

Again, if we have MOPS, or a play date or whatever, things shift around a bit. And the kids seem to handle that pretty well thankfully.

Here’s a little video of Ivor jabbering and chewing on his fingers, in the evening:

Our days can be chaotic and crazy, filled with poopy diapers and meltdowns, but there are good moments at some point every day:

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