Sunday, December 9, 2012

When In Doubt, Organize

Oh, my pantry, how I love thee. Even in your most disorganized state, you are still huge and wonderful.


In times of high stress, I tend to seek out small organizational projects that I can tackle during naptime on a weekend day.  Sense of accomplishment and control gained over a short period of time = I feel less like I'm losing my grip on reality.  It makes for a good life mantra, actually.  When in doubt, organize something.


The pantry was working okay like this, but it was really uninspiring.  I'd open up the doors and feel exhausted just looking at the stuff scattered everywhere.  It needed a plan.


I got my inspiration from an organizing blog called A Bowl Full of Lemons.  I even liked her pantry idea so much that I searched and searched until I found nearly the same wire baskets as she used.  (They were at Crate & Barrel for $8 each.)


I used some Martha Stewart labels from Staples because they are pretty.


And I found some fun red and green bins from the Dollar Store, which is an incredibly awesome place to look for storage bins.  Cheapo!  My first incarnation of the organizational project had two red bins holding Tupperware, and the other two holding cleaning supplies.  I soon realized I had too many cleaning supplies for just two bins, so you will see below that I repurposed all four of them for cleaning/household supplies.


And I bought myself some pretty storage bins from Macy's -- again, the Martha Stewart Collection. I think these were like $7 or $8 each?


So here is the finished product.  Note, this took me since maybe early September to finish.  I only finished it up because all of our pantry goods were stuffed into the wire bins without signage, and it drove Steven crazy not being able to find anything.


I am hoping these categories will work for us in the future.  They seemed to work based upon the groceries we had on hand.  I hope this is what we normally have....I think it is, but you never really know.


So, we have gone from cluttered pantry to pretty labeled bins everywhere!  Mama is a happy camper - the pantry makes me smile each time I open the doors!  I also removed all the stuff that was between the bottom shelf and the floor -- it feels so much less messy with nothing on the floor except brooms and the trash can.


I ended up having to hang two signs on some of the bins, because I had to put many varied things in them (and also was too lazy to re-do the signs when I made that realization).  I think it looks fine though.  It also speaks volumes about our life right now that we have a whole sign that reads "Hamburger Helper/Mac & Cheese."  Welcome to life with two full-time working parents, a toddler and a 10 month old, I guess, right?  I'm surprised we don't have two bins solely dedicated to hamburger helper.  (Oh, and see my Lazy Susan for the spices? Also an idea from an organizing blog.)


My dollar store red bins.  I like them!  The cereal boxes are the bane of my existence, but I fear they cannot be organized any better than that.  They come and go too quickly, so I am just going to bear with them.  I think they look fine all lined up, so whatever.


And last but not least, I have made Sophie and Scarlett their own snack basket, down at kid-reaching-level, filled with apple sauce packets, goldfish crackers, and Capri Sun flavored waters.  This could be a grievous error in judgment, as Sophie helped herself to not one but TWO Capri Suns today after naptime.  I'll give it a week and see how it goes...


Any ideas on what I should tackle next?  The rest of the house is in need of this same type of organizational makeover.  And let's not even get started on my office at work....

Language Explosion

(An unposted blog from October 2012!)
The day Sophie turned two (or so it seemed), her language skills exploded, and what previously felt like a guessing game ("You want this... sock? Spoon? Steak? Samurai? Soba noodle? Oh, you want some of Mommy's coffee? No....."), has suddenly become a full-on conversation with a tiny little person.

"Mommy, I need candies."

"No, you don't need any candy, Sophie."

"Mommy, I need fewt sacks."

"No, you don't need any fruit snacks, Sophie."

"Mommy! Carr-yett touchin' fire! Dont touch, Carr-yett! Its hot!"

"That's right, Sophie, we don't touch the fireplace! Dont touch, Scarlett!"

"Carr-yett get out first.  Sophie stand up, bafftub make-a noises!" (Sophie's job is to pull the bathtub drain at the end of their bath.  We ask her every night who should get out of the bath first, and every night, she graciously volunteers her sister to go first, so Sophie can have a few more seconds to play in the tub by herself.)

This morning she woke up crying and had apparently had a nightmare.  She called out for Daddy.  I went in and got her (because Daddy had already been in the three times prior), and she said "I need Daddy! I afwaid! Colin do it!"

Colin is a very sweet little kid in her class, who wouldn't harm a fly.  According to Sophie, Colin showed up in her dreams and "push you!" which means Dream Colin apparently pushed her.  Poor girl.

Life Planner and Kitchen Command Center!

Our kitchen has this lovely little spot for a desk.  Sadly, it was a source of stress for me for nearly a year before I did something about it.  It began as a dumping ground for every bag, paper, and tchotchke that came in from the car each evening after work/school.

First order of business in any organizing project is to clear everything out and analyze what you have.  I left a couple of things - cloth napkins, a collection of Everyday Food magazines, some pink paper plates/napkins from Soph's birthday, and my camera/cords/flash.


I then brainstormed for probably 3-4 weeks about what I wanted.  I knew I wanted a big wall calendar to display the family's schedule a month at a time.  Someone pointed me in the direction of Erin Condren and I was hooked.  I ordered her Life Planner and her wall calendar, both personalized!  I then waited with bated breath for the postman to arrive.


You know its something good when you take a photo of the wrapping.


Here's a close up of the personalization on the calendar -- it is 11 x 17, so its nice and big to see from a distance.  I really could write larger on it, but I was trying to be neat.  (For client confidentiality purposes, I had to blur out a couple of work things.)


I also bought a mail holder from the Martha Stewart Collection at Staples.


I relocated a little desk lamp from the family room - it fit perfectly.  I bought a magnetic white board from Target to hold the calendar and any other notes.  I bought a pack of multicolor Flair felt tip pens, but Sophie wanted them so badly that I had to hide them in the cabinet.


Here's my Life Planner!  I decided not to put a picture on the front because I'm always in court and I sort of felt skeevy about all the random people at the courthouse seeing photos of my kids every time I needed to write something down.  Behind the Life Planner is the deskpad that comes with the big monthly calendar!


The Life Planner comes with stickers! So fun!


Of course, Soph has already claimed the spot as her own.  We got a chair from Home Goods to complete the little desk nook.  I love it.


The shelves above the desk were outfitted with bins from Target and labeled with those Martha Stewart labels from Staples.  Lest you think I did this in one shopping trip, let me explain that this took me at least a month to put together.  Time for Mommy-Projects moves so much more slowly when one has small children....


I organized the baskets based upon what I had originally stuffed into those spaces -- I did this in September and these bins are still working great in December, so the categories seemed to cover what we needed them to include.


And three months in, my Life Planner is getting some serious use. (Again with the confidentiality stuff. You understand how it goes.)  I love that the day is split into morning/day/night.  I try to use the morning part for exercise/stuff about daycare/important things to remember for the day.  "Day" is for all my work appointments/court appearances.  And "Night" is typically reserved for meal planning.  It is a work in progress.


Most of all, I just enjoy having a brightly colored calendar in the black and white, Times New Roman drabness that is a law firm.  It also happens to make a lovely cupcake coaster. :)  You know, for that 3 PM pick me up.


So that's my kitchen command center and my new Life Planner!  Next up, my pantry organization project!

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

The Story of The Jake

For the past few weeks, Sophie has been demanding that we sing very specific songs to her, and she will get ANGRY if we sing the wrong one.  But occasionally (oh, who am I kidding... OFTEN), we can't figure out what song she's asking for.  Or worse, she's saying it perfectly clearly, and we just don't know the song.  ("Ouchie song" is one that comes to mind.  Anyone ever heard the Ouchie Song?)

The one that really had us stumped for weeks was one that Sophie referred to as "Joo Jake."  Joo Jake, Mommy! Joo Jake!!  I would apologize and ask her to please sing it for me so I know how it goes, Sophie!   But no luck, she didn't want to sing it, she wanted ME to sing it.

After weeks of cries for Joo Jake! Joo JAKE!, I had finally had enough.   The curiosity was killing me -- what is this song she loves so much?

Then, one night at dinner, she surprised us by reciting a prayer of grace that she apparently had learned at school.  It went something like this: 

What we say
When we eat
Thank you for this food today
God bless
1, 2, "Fwee"
Now we eat!

I was so enamored that I wrote to the director the next day and asked her if I could have a copy of the prayer from their curriculum book.  She called me back and let me talk to the teacher directly, and the teacher explained that she would just write the little mealtime prayer on a piece of paper for me.  Right before I hung up, I had a flash of brilliance: WAIT! Sophie sings this song... she calls it Joo Jake? I can't for the life of me figure out what she's saying.... Do you know the song she's talking about?

The teacher laughs and says, "Oh, you mean Do The Jake!  Yeah, that's a good one."

Do The Jake?  I asked her to write it down for me also.  And then, because I am the type of parent who apparently is not afraid to humiliate a poor preschool teacher, I asked her to sing it to me on the phone.  And it goes like this:

(To the tune of Skip To My Lou)
I see a girl with a [color/design] shirt on
I see a girl with a [color/design] shirt on
I see a girl with a [color/design] shirt on
And her name is Sophie!

Sophie, do a little dance [or do the Jake]
Sophie, do a little dance [or do the Jake]
Sophie, do a little dance [or do the Jake]
Now its time to sit back down.

So, of course, once I actually sing "The Jake" song for Soph, she is utterly enthralled and demands me to sing it OVER and OVER and over again.  And we do, because its fun, and because during the second verse where Sophie is instructed to "do the Jake" she jumps around and dances like a wild thing.  Its very cute.

The next day, after a good four hour evening of nonstop Jake Dance, I mentioned to one of Scarlett's teachers in the baby room that we'd learned this fun new song called Do the Jake.  She looked at me with a strange look, and said she'd never heard of that song.  So I sang it for her.  And she laughed and said:

"Its not the Jake, its do a little JIG."

Oh.  Right. I knew that.

(I'm pretty sure it wasn't me that got the pronunciation wrong, since the teacher wrote out the song for me on a sheet of paper and she very clearly wrote "Jake," but still I am sort of wondering if I should have been intelligent enough to figure that out...)

(Clearly I wasn't intelligent enough to make that connection....)

(We still sing it as "do the Jake" because it is funnier that way and because Sophie likes it.)

Do the Jake, everybody!

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

A Conversation with Sophie

Sophie is 20 months old now, and she has more and more words under her command every day.  She seems to wake up each morning with new words.  Its been such a funny transition, from being the person who maintains 100% of the dialogue with a baby Sophie, to now conversing with a little person who can talk back to me.  Here is a sampling of our conversation from this morning:

(I hear her yelling from behind her closed bedroom door)

"Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy!"

(I open the door)

"Mommy! Hi Mommy, Hi Mommy!"

"Hi sweet girl, did you have a good rest this morning?"


"Do you want to go see your sissy?"

"Sissy.  Daddy. Downstairs?"

"Ok, let's go see your sissy and Daddy downstairs.  Do you want some breakfast?"

"Yeah.  Muk? (Milk?) Ceeyall? (Cereal?)

"Ok, I can get you some milk and cereal.  Can you sit in your high chair?"

(She runs over to the table, wants to sit in the booster seat at the table and not her high chair.)

"Chair? Chair? Milk? Cereal?"

(I put her in the booster seat)

"Bib!"  (she grabs a bib from the table and tries to put it on herself, then sees a hair clip on the table)

"Hair? Hair? Hep? (Help?) Hep?" (I help her put the clip in her hair)

"Pitty!" (Pretty!)

(I get her some milk and cereal in a bowl with a spoon.  She starts eating, and I go over to tend to Scarlett.  I hear Sophie then from the kitchen:)

"Fee, Four, Five, Six, Yaaaay!" (She is counting her Cheerios.) "Yaaay, School!" (She claps for herself, and counts the Cheerios several more times, applauding herself each time.)

"All done? Down? All done?"  (I go over to help her out of her booster seat) "Buck-a-den? Buck-a-den?" (This interpretation takes me an extra minute to figure out....)

"Buckled in?" (I ask her)


"Oh! Yes, Soph, you were buckled into your seat in the chair! Wow, smart girl!"

Daddy comes downstairs.

"Daddy! Hi Daddy! Up! Up!" (He picks her up!) "Go! Go!"

"Go where, Soph?"

"Whiss way? (This way?) Whiss way?" (She points to the door to the garage, she wants to go get in the car.)

We pack her in the car, and Soph and I have this exchange on the way to school:

"Emmo bid-oh? Emmo bid-oh?"

"Ok, you may watch ONE Elmo video."

"Watch it? Phone?" (She points to my phone.) "Watch it? Mah-sters? Mah-sters?"

(I am stumped. She wants to watch a specific video, which she is calling "Monsters"? Oh no. Which one IS that?? I try a couple of favorites?)

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Whiss One? (This one?) Whiss One?" (She points and chooses Patti LaBelle singing the Alphabet. I could not have translated that being the "Monsters" video. She watches it and then picks Feist next.  I am amazed that she can remember the videos she likes, AND that she can operate the iPhone to choose them.  She starts singing along:)

"Free, Four, Monsters!" (Feist sings, "one, two, three, four, monsters walking 'cross the floor." This must be the "Monsters" video she was referencing.) "Again? Again? Hep? Hep?"  (I help her re-start the video and she nods her little head and taps her feet.)

My little conversationalist! She is growing up so fast and she is such a bright little girl. I am constantly amazed at how much she can get her point across already, at only 20 months old!

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Happy To You! Sophie words: 20 months

"Dere Jay Mom!" (That's Jayden's mommy!) (first sentence!)

"Me! Me!" (points to her play house, wants me to sit in the playhouse - she picked this up because she would point to the house and I would say, "Me? You want me to go in there?")

"Up! Up!"


"Donsteers! Donsteers!" (downstairs!)

"Ahstiers!" (upstairs)

"Ahsigh!" (outside)

"Ahsigh don!" (upside down - she shows this by standing up, putting her head on the ground and looking backwards between her legs at you, upside down)

"Sower!" (shower)

"Bash!" (Bath)

"Sooes!" (Shoes)

"Kok!" (socks)

"Surt" (shirt)

"No!" (one of her favorite words)

"Not nice!" (also a favorite)

"Be nice!"

"Soller? Soller?" (stroller)

"Apple?" (open?)

"Bock-ock-key!" (Broccoli)

"Rameoney!" (ravioli)

"Muck?" (milk)

"Beegull? Beegull?" (bagel.  We have one each morning - she and I split it on the way to school.  I quit putting cream cheese on it because she always demanded to share and she always made a huge mess. I eat them dry now. The plight of a mommy.)

"Hi Car Yet" (hi scarlett)

"Baby!" or "Hi baby!"  (usually yelled at scarlett while she is sleeping, sometimes with a pat on the head from sophie)

My favorites are the things she spots on the road every morning when we drive to school:

"Ock-a-gon!" (a stop sign)

"Ga-ga-kackle!" (Motorcycle - she LOVES these - not sure why!)

"Ga-kackle!" (bicycle.  She has realized it has fewer syllables than motorcycle)

"Buh-sh!" (school bus)


"Wooo wooo wooo!" (anything with flashing lights or a siren)

"Kool! Kool!" (school - she says this when we drive into the parking lot at school)

"Hoooooome!" (She says this about 50 feet before we turn into our neighborhood - she has learned the streets!!)

"Hop Hop!" (IHOP.  What can I say, I like coffee and pancakes....)  She also calls it "Yay-ya" for her friend Layla who we happen to see there occasionally, dining with her family.

More Words:

"Ook."  (book)

"Bean-ket" (blanket)

"Pass-eee!" (paci)

"Fohn!" (Phone - she announces when she hears a phone ring.)

"Go! Gooooo!" (When she wants you to move somewhere - either out of her way, if you are blocking something she wants, or, if you are holding her, this is a demand to transport her in a certain direction, usually indicated by pointing, or if you are not moving fast enough for her, by LEANING in that direction and howling, Goooooooooooo!)

"Go! Way! Go! Way!"  (I have interpreted this as "Go this way!"  She shouted this at me as she sat in the doll stroller and demanded to be pushed around the house.  I'm really more of a bondservant than a mother in her estimation....)

"Yay don. YAY DON." (pointing to the pillow on her bed, this is her command that you, parent, must lay down with her in the bed until she falls asleep.  We pretend not to know what she is saying, and instead we say, "Yes, ok, your puppy can lay down with you, good job puppy, lay down!")

"Ay-pain! Ay pain! Choo choo! Choo choo!" (Airplane! She points at them and says choo choo.  It is too cute to correct.)

She is also counting from one to ten, although she does not know the numbers when she sees them - she has just memorized what it sounds like to say, "one, two, three...." and so on.

She is singing more songs than I could count - we have many toddler CD's in the car, she knows all the songs on all of them.  She knows several Jason Mraz songs, a Coldplay song, and a Chris Tomlin song, and she can sing along with the rhyming word at the end of each phrase.  Its amazing.  For example, the Jason Mraz song goes: "I won't give up ..... on...... love........ even if the skies ....... get.......... rough."  She sings "up, on,, get, rup" exactly on time and pitch with the music.  Same with things like "Where is Thumbkin," "Wheels on the bus," etc.  She also does hand motions for lots of them.

One of my favorite songs that she likes and sings often is the Happy Birthday song.  Except I like how she sings it even more than the original: She sings "Happpy To Youuuuu, Happy to Youuuu!"  And then she will say "kuh-cake!" because of course whenever she sings that song at school, the teachers hand out cupcakes because it is one of the kids' birthdays.  So the song and cupcakes obviously go hand in hand.

Happy To You!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

18 Month Pediatrician Visit (Or, Why I’m Probably Not In The Running for Mother of The Year)

No time to write this. Going to use short sentences. Maybe even some sentence fragments. Sophie’s 18 month pediatrician appointment was today. We missed her 15 month appointment entirely. I didn’t realize she needed a 15 month appointment. (Also I’d had a baby right around then. I was in no state of mind to remember things like that.)

Decided to take both kids with me this morning. Dropping Scarlett at daycare and then taking Sophie to the doctor would have been a catastrophie. Very routine disrupting, teasing Sophie with the idea of going to school and then putting her back in the car to go to the doctor. So to the doctor we went, me and the two chicklets.

It was raining this morning. I didn’t have an umbrella. We tramped through the rain, both kids getting wet. I am one top-notch mommy.

Scarlett stayed in her carseat during the doctor visit. Sophie had a “number 2” diaper upon arrival. There was no place to change her till we got called back to the actual room, so we sat in the waiting room, me and Sophie and Scarlett and Sophie’s smelly diaper. Top-notch mommy.

Sophie did great during her actual appointment. Language skills are off the charts. She knows more than 100 words and she said “thank you” to the doctor several times and also sang her a song. And she didn’t even cry when they weighed her, which is usually a huge fight.

But then there were the shots. Four of them. We had to hold her down. As they gave her the first shot, it took her a few seconds to register the pain, and then she started screaming and turned all red-faced. And then a second shot, and she screamed even more, and a third, and she opened her eyes, with her mouth wide open in a scream, and looked at me like, “Mommy why are you letting them hurt me?” And my heart broke wide open and fell out of my chest and onto the floor in a puddle.

We sat her up on the table after the shots so she could see them putting on the band-aids. She liked the bandaids, especially the sparkly one and the Garfield one. It was round. They said, “She’s going to be sore.” I knew this, from prior visits, and every time I tell myself to bring her a dose of Tylenol for her. And every time I forget.

So off to school we went, Sophie with four band-aids and sore legs, and Scarlett having been in the carseat for at least an hour and a half now. Top-notch mommy.

We get to school. Scarlett is crying. I presume she’s hungry, and proceed to tell her teacher that. Then I lift her out of her carseat. And she has had the biggest blowout diaper of her life. All the way up her back. It nearly reached her neck. Her teachers even went, “Whoa!” We stripped her down and wiped her entire body with a wet washcloth and changed her diaper and clothes. Sophie, during this time, is running around the infant room, nearly stepping on all of the babies with her ginormo toddler shoes.

I say bye-bye to Scarlett before she’s even 100% re-dressed, and I take Sophie to her Monkeys room (18-24 month toddlers). “Mun-ees! Munees!” she says. We open the door and every single toddler in the room is crying. Sophie begins crying as well, and then pushes another kid. The teacher scolds her and she cries harder. I tell them her legs are sore. They ask, “Did you give her any Tylenol?” I did not. Because I didn’t remember. Top-notch mommy.

I hug her and calm her down and they organize the kids to go play outside. She says “owsigh!!” and runs out the door, and waves bye bye to me as she goes. Happy even without Tylenol. I am relieved. I get in the car and drive to work. I glance in the rearview as I get to work. Ive forgotten to put on makeup or brush my hair. I look like I just survived a tornado. And maybe I did, in a way.

Really it was just another Wednesday morning for this top-notch mommy. And now I need to work for 8 hours and figure out what’s for dinner. And then get up and do the whole thing over again. I might need a nap.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Favorite words that Sophie says (17 mo.):

CoffEE? CoffEE? CoffEE?? (while pointing to coffee cups or the coffee pot)

Kecko-cope (Stethoscope)

Appa-juuusss (Apple juice)

Mo? Mo? Mo? (More)

Mommee? Mommee? (Mommy)

DaDEE! DaDEE! (Daddy)

Car-car (Scarlett)

Car-ker (Carter, her friend from school)

Kack-ker (a cracker)

Ray-Ray (Reagan, her friend from school)

Day-den (Jayden, her friend from school)

Manna (Miss Amanda, a teacher at school)

Beeda (Miss Veeda, a teacher at school)

Cheer (her plush chair at home)

Hi cheer! (High chair)

Hi cheer! (Car seat)

Cah! (Cars!)

Cah! (The sound a bird makes!)

Ball! (Anything round!)

Ah-sigh! (Outside! Please! Now!)

Uh-oh! (When anything falls down.)

Oeh-Noooe! (When she drops something)

Auf? Auf? (Woof woof? When she sees a dog)

Pubby! (Puppy! Also when she sees a dog)

Bay-bee! (Scarlett, and also her baby doll)

Aye-Bee-Cee-Bee-Aye-Bee-Ceeeee (The alphabet song…. Repeated to the correct tune until completed)

Pee-sa (Pizza!)

Meena, Meena (“Clean up, clean up!” Also a song, sung while wiping the hardwood floor, the couch, her sister, etc., with a baby wipe)

Nigh-Nigh (night night)

Baaah (Bath)

Bubba (Bubbles)

Boo-boos (what mommy uses to feed Scarlett. Sophie likes to point to them.) :)

Nah-nah! (Not nice! This is the reprimand in daycare. She tells this to other kids, mostly. Complete with finger wag.)

Zuuuu (Zipper.)


Ahh-Dahnnn! (All done! Spoken with arms up in the air, and if not immediately responded to, yelled louder and louder while kicking the high chair tray.)

Nana! (Nana, my mom)

Nanas! (Bananas!)

Emmo (Elmo)

Abbeee (Abby, Elmo’s pink friend)

Koo-Kee (Cookie monster)

Koo- Kee (an actual cookie)

Wah-wah (water cup or milk cup)

Eye waa woo, Eye waa woo, happ-bee, happ-bee (As best I can tell, this is the Barney song. “I love you, you love me, we’re a happy family)

Happ-bee! Happ-bee! (Sing me the “If you’re happy and you know it” song!)

Eee-Eee! (“Eat-eat” or “I’m hungry." She said this the other day when we drove around the corner and she saw the IHOP building.  Don't judge.  My kid loves pancakes.)

Chacka (Jacket)

Soooes (Shoes)

Saws (Socks)

Scoooo! (School!)

I'm sure there are more, but this is all I can think of right now.  Love my little talkative girl!

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Full Hands Full Heart

One of the most wonderful things about a new baby is how they fall asleep right on top of you, and they stay there.  For hours.
Sadly, this was also one of the most difficult things for me to accept when Sophie was this tiny.  I had been such a busy person pre-kids. I filled up my every millisecond with activity.  And then I had a newborn. And suddenly, there was no more knitting.  There was no more standing over a boiling pot.  There was no more yoga, no more running, no more sitting at a sewing machine.  No more taking beautiful artistic photographs of my homegrown tomatoes.  (No more homegrown tomatoes.)  Time stood still, and all I could do was Just. Sit. There.

It drove me absolutely bonkers for the first few months of Sophie's life.  I tried to figure out a workaround -- maybe I could type blog entries on my phone.  Maybe I could use the iPad.  Maybe I could knit, if I just did it slowly enough, with as little movement as possible.

But no.  Sophie wouldn't stand for it.  If I moved, she woke up. And screamed.  And so, I learned how to Just Sit There.  I spent a lot of time staring at the things in her room in the wee hours of the morning. Counting the squares on a quilt.  Trying to remember lines from movies.  Anything to occupy my restless brain.

This time around, I've been lucky.  Scarlett lets me type with her in my lap, which is huge. But I still miss my hands.  I still miss my hobbies.  I miss my homegrown tomatoes.  And it takes some mental fortitude for me to just relax and enjoy this time.  Just relax, quit trying to DO things and just BE.  (... she says as she types this blog...)  This time with a newborn is so short, so fleeting.  Scarlett will be toddling around our house, dropping things in our toilets before I know it.  (Shudder.)  And so I'm making an extra effort this go-around to slow down, give myself a break, and let myself just sit here and stare at those long, gorgeous piano fingers.  To let myself just sit here and enjoy the feeling of a warm baby making my right arm fall asleep.

The hobbies will return, and they'll be even more enjoyable because I will be able to share them with my girls.  We will be able to cook together, craft together, grow tomatoes together. And I'll be able to tell them stories about how, when they were very tiny, I sat in our armchair for an unreasonably long amount of time, just sniffing their little baby heads and trying my best to cement that scent in my brain.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Fastest Month Ever

Scarlett is a month old already.
Really she's nearly a month and a half old now, since her one month birthday was March 1.
She weighed in at 10 lbs. 4 oz. for her 4 week appointment, which makes a mommy very proud. (Although I still think she looks like a tiny doll baby.)
Sophie is getting used to having a sister.  Every so often, she will be doing something else and suddenly "remember" that Scarlett is around, and she will turn to Scarlett and say, "Hi Baby!"
Today we were at Target, with Scarlett in her carseat in the basket of our cart, and Sophie sitting in the front of the cart in the child seat.  Sophie turned around halfway through our Target trip and gasped and said, "Hi Baby!" as if she'd just realized Scarlett was with us in Target.  It was adorable.
One of the most deliciously wonderful parts of having two little girls is getting to dress them the same!  Nana sent us a few matching outfits, and I absolutely couldn't wait to see them dressed up in matching clothes, so I put them on today, even though Sophie was suffering through a nasty ear infection.
So we're looking a wee bit disheveled in these pictures, but I still think they look SO cute all matched up.
Oh, and did I mention Sophie has learned how to take her clothing off?  Lovely.
She eventually leaned in for a kiss, but this is as far as she got, which is okay because really, Scarlett doesn't need an ear infection also.
Steven and I have also decided among us that Sophie is going to be a really funny kid once she starts speaking in sentences.
Just something about her already tells us she's a jokester.
I am also consistently amazed at how much she understands.  I asked her, "Do you want to wear your sunglasses on your eyes?" and she nods.  And sure enough:
That's what she wanted.
During Soph's naptime today, Scarlett and I went to a local quilt show.  I'm not a "quilter" per se, but I like all the fabrics and I'd really like to learn how, eventually. (You know, when I get my spare time and both hands back to myself for more than 5 minutes at a time, which will probably be when both kids are off to college.)  But I did take some pictures for my sister-in-law, Jenny, who is an accomplished sewer (seamstress?) and even has her own shop - go check her out!
Jenny, you could totally make these things!
(Ok, is the onesie dress cute or hokey? I couldn't tell... I was surrounded by EXTREMELY hokey things, and it seemed to be something cute and current in a sea of chintz....)
Here was my favorite quilting idea: recreating your kid's art onto a quilt.
Come on, that's adorable.
The quilt show was pretty well attended.
And there were some seriously time-intensive quilts.
The squares on this one were about the size of a post it note.  Maybe smaller. I can't even imagine how long it must have taken to put together.
We're planning to have a quiet rest-of-the-weekend, so Sophie can rest and recover from her ear infection.  She's been pretty mopey and cranky and short-tempered so's hoping she feels better tomorrow.  I'm going to try to keep up with the posting regularly - it may be the only way for me to track the kids' development, since I am woefully terrible at updating the baby book.  Maybe I'll just print the blog someday.... (add that to my to-do list. :)