When the girls are running around, talking up a storm, or just plain busy, I often refer to them as being "on fire." I never realized I did that until the girls also started using that phrase.
Well, today, Mags was "on fire." Mo is at my parents for a few days, so Mags is the biggest sister. Well she has taken the role seriously. She is also embracing the fact that no one is interrupting her or telling her what to do, say or be. I do not think a period of four minutes went by in which Mags was not talking, singing, yelling, bouncing, etc. Even while doing flips on the trampoline (which they are still loving) she was telling stories.
And being on fire also helped her pass out at 7:40 today. Here's to being on fire!
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
A Very Merry (extended) Christmas
This Christmas has been great, and long. I was so sad to see it start because I did not want it to end. That is the thing about me. I end things, sometimes before they even start. When I used to work, I would wake up Sunday morning and as soon as I realized the next day was Monday, I would say, I can't believe the weekend is over. Sean would have to remind me that it indeed was not, there was still a twelve hour day ahead of us. Didn't help.
So this Christmas was not any different. As soon as the Saturday before Christmas came and we were to start celebrating with Sean's family I was saying, "I can't believe Christmas is over already." Again, Sean would remind me that it was only December 20th; Christmas had not even come yet.
We had a broken up celebration with the O'Reillys, as Brendan was sick and very contagious. We could not take Kerri in the same house with him. Sean went over Saturday while I stayed behind. Sunday we kind of split up the day. Sean brought Kerri over to his parents' house, and I sat in the car in the driveway and fed her. He visited. Then he drove home, I stayed for another hour and a half, then drove home to feed Kerri again. Luckily, even with the shuffling back and forth, the older girls didn't seem to mind, or notice, really. They had a great time, as usual, with their cousins.
Christmas Eve was great. We went to Mass with the Smiths at Saint Norbert's. We sat in the front row and the girls (and Brady) were all great. We had a nice visit and dinner at the Smiths afterward. The girls were so excited to come home and get to bed so Santa could come. I think it was record time getting them down. Most of the wrapping/assembling/etc. was already done, so Sean and I got to bed at a reasonable time (Kerri slept 11 hours that night... another Christmas miracle). Maura came in Christmas morning at 8:15 ready to open presents. Unfortunately, her sisters did not have the same ideas. They wanted to sleep. We finally told Maura she could wake Mags up; we would let B sleep a bit. Mags said she was not ready, but after a few minutes, she came around and made her way out of the bedroom. The girls spent a few minutes on stockings but soon went into the family room to find a room full of presents... bikes, trampolines, high chairs, bunkbeds (doll) were all sitting there unwrapped. They were already thrilled. It was weird though, everyone whispered. It really was a quiet, calm, grateful morning. When I watched the video with my mom later that day, she even commented on how quiet it was. There was no fighting or jealousy, just fun and thank yous. Wow! I love it.
We had breakfast, played with our new toys, sang Christmas songs and waited for Oba and grandad. We had a great visit, a relaxing visit, with them and just kind of hung around all day. We ate, drank and were generally merry. The girls got their exercise on the trampoline which they jumped on non stop all day. That was the extent of physical activity in our house that day. It was great.
Sean has been home. We have been laying low. Today, we celebrated with my brother and Ryan. It was a very nice visit. The girls love playing with Ryan. B was a ham and loving having visitors. Maura and Maggie showed off their new trampoline moves, while wearing the leotards they have not taken of since Sunday (it is now Saturday... well they have changed into different ones, but unless we are leaving the house in the next 15 minutes, they are in a leotard). Maura has gone to my parents' house for a few days (3 kids left... that is a breeze). It is quiet. Sean's watching a Flyers game. I think I'll have a(nother) glass of wine. I guess Christmas is over. It was well worth the wait!
So this Christmas was not any different. As soon as the Saturday before Christmas came and we were to start celebrating with Sean's family I was saying, "I can't believe Christmas is over already." Again, Sean would remind me that it was only December 20th; Christmas had not even come yet.
We had a broken up celebration with the O'Reillys, as Brendan was sick and very contagious. We could not take Kerri in the same house with him. Sean went over Saturday while I stayed behind. Sunday we kind of split up the day. Sean brought Kerri over to his parents' house, and I sat in the car in the driveway and fed her. He visited. Then he drove home, I stayed for another hour and a half, then drove home to feed Kerri again. Luckily, even with the shuffling back and forth, the older girls didn't seem to mind, or notice, really. They had a great time, as usual, with their cousins.
Christmas Eve was great. We went to Mass with the Smiths at Saint Norbert's. We sat in the front row and the girls (and Brady) were all great. We had a nice visit and dinner at the Smiths afterward. The girls were so excited to come home and get to bed so Santa could come. I think it was record time getting them down. Most of the wrapping/assembling/etc. was already done, so Sean and I got to bed at a reasonable time (Kerri slept 11 hours that night... another Christmas miracle). Maura came in Christmas morning at 8:15 ready to open presents. Unfortunately, her sisters did not have the same ideas. They wanted to sleep. We finally told Maura she could wake Mags up; we would let B sleep a bit. Mags said she was not ready, but after a few minutes, she came around and made her way out of the bedroom. The girls spent a few minutes on stockings but soon went into the family room to find a room full of presents... bikes, trampolines, high chairs, bunkbeds (doll) were all sitting there unwrapped. They were already thrilled. It was weird though, everyone whispered. It really was a quiet, calm, grateful morning. When I watched the video with my mom later that day, she even commented on how quiet it was. There was no fighting or jealousy, just fun and thank yous. Wow! I love it.
We had breakfast, played with our new toys, sang Christmas songs and waited for Oba and grandad. We had a great visit, a relaxing visit, with them and just kind of hung around all day. We ate, drank and were generally merry. The girls got their exercise on the trampoline which they jumped on non stop all day. That was the extent of physical activity in our house that day. It was great.
Sean has been home. We have been laying low. Today, we celebrated with my brother and Ryan. It was a very nice visit. The girls love playing with Ryan. B was a ham and loving having visitors. Maura and Maggie showed off their new trampoline moves, while wearing the leotards they have not taken of since Sunday (it is now Saturday... well they have changed into different ones, but unless we are leaving the house in the next 15 minutes, they are in a leotard). Maura has gone to my parents' house for a few days (3 kids left... that is a breeze). It is quiet. Sean's watching a Flyers game. I think I'll have a(nother) glass of wine. I guess Christmas is over. It was well worth the wait!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Fitting in
Well, I wondered how I would do it, how I would possibly manage with 4 kids? So far, it really is not so bad. Except, that is, when it is REALLY bad. We always seem to be on one end of the extreme. Either things are eerily good. Like when I took the girls to the mall. What a wonderful three hours we had there. We were a bit of a spectacle. Many commented on the triple stroller and the number of young girls tagging along with me (They're not all yours, are they? was heard more than once.). But it was an enjoyable, and productive, trip. But then there is the other extreme. Like trying to get out the door with a screaming three year old who refuses to wear ANYTHING. And a frantic Mommy who knows my window of time to get out and back before feeding Kerri is limited. Not to mention, our doctor's appointment in fifteen minutes. However, I must say, Kerri is not a bit of a problem. The only struggle with her is finding the time to actually sit and feed her. I thank goodness that I am nursing her, because that very well may be the only time I sit down all day. I sometimes kill two birds with one stone and nurse while in the bathroom. Cuts that sitting time down even more! (I guess that might not be that sanitary, but definitely necessary sometimes!)
Kerri is adjusting quite nicely. We are doing a bit of a juggling act these days because Mags and B have both been sick, and we are trying to keep them away from K, but also trying not to transfer their germs to her through us. Lots of hand washes, which leads to raw and chapped hands. I do feel badly when I am holding little K and B is looking at me with her sad sick eyes, but I know it is more important to keep K healthy. I have never had this before, a winter baby. I really am so nervous about her getting sick. I am just so happy that K is here, and healthy and fitting in quite well. I am also happy, I might add, that she has blessed us with a full night's sleep. Thanks so much for that, K. We love having you here with us!
Kerri is adjusting quite nicely. We are doing a bit of a juggling act these days because Mags and B have both been sick, and we are trying to keep them away from K, but also trying not to transfer their germs to her through us. Lots of hand washes, which leads to raw and chapped hands. I do feel badly when I am holding little K and B is looking at me with her sad sick eyes, but I know it is more important to keep K healthy. I have never had this before, a winter baby. I really am so nervous about her getting sick. I am just so happy that K is here, and healthy and fitting in quite well. I am also happy, I might add, that she has blessed us with a full night's sleep. Thanks so much for that, K. We love having you here with us!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
A letter to Maura...
Dear Maura Bryn,
I want to let you know that I know it is not always easy being the oldest girl. Especially when you have four little ones younger than you and you are just 4 yourself. Sometimes Mommy forgets that really, you are just a baby too. Sometimes I feel so sorry that you were forced to grow up so fast. Please know that I know you did not really get to be a baby for too long. Please know that I try to remind myself all the time, that it is not your responsibility, nor will it ever be, to raise or watch or control your sisters.
You are such a good big sister and such a good daughter that sometimes I expect too much from you. I understand that it must be frustrating to have a "baby" mess up a puzzle you just spent so much time working on. I realize that sometimes you just want to cuddle, or snuggle, or cry or giggle for no apparent reason. Sometimes you need mommy to help you get dressed or buckle your car seat. You are after all, just a little girl.
I want you to always know that I appreciate your help with the littler ones. Sometimes my signals are mixed. I will tell you to leave your little sister alone. Then I will ask you why you let her do something. Please feel free to remind me that you are just a little girl. A sweet, kind, smart and funny little girl.
I have been so proud of the way you love your newest little sister, Kerri. I love how you run in the bathroom all on your own to wash your hands and come out with them still wet to prove that you did indeed wash them. You ask to hold Kerri. You sit for long periods of time singing to her and telling her stories. If I catch you and you notice, you usually deny that you were singing to her. You are a very sweet big sister. Kerri, Bridget, and Maggie are very lucky to have you. I am very lucky to have you.
I hope the love from your sisters, the hours of playing together, the bond that you form with them will overpower the fact that you will always have the most responsibility in the house. I hope you know that you are perfect for the job. I hope you know I love you more than I can possibly tell you.
Love,
Mom
I want to let you know that I know it is not always easy being the oldest girl. Especially when you have four little ones younger than you and you are just 4 yourself. Sometimes Mommy forgets that really, you are just a baby too. Sometimes I feel so sorry that you were forced to grow up so fast. Please know that I know you did not really get to be a baby for too long. Please know that I try to remind myself all the time, that it is not your responsibility, nor will it ever be, to raise or watch or control your sisters.
You are such a good big sister and such a good daughter that sometimes I expect too much from you. I understand that it must be frustrating to have a "baby" mess up a puzzle you just spent so much time working on. I realize that sometimes you just want to cuddle, or snuggle, or cry or giggle for no apparent reason. Sometimes you need mommy to help you get dressed or buckle your car seat. You are after all, just a little girl.
I want you to always know that I appreciate your help with the littler ones. Sometimes my signals are mixed. I will tell you to leave your little sister alone. Then I will ask you why you let her do something. Please feel free to remind me that you are just a little girl. A sweet, kind, smart and funny little girl.
I have been so proud of the way you love your newest little sister, Kerri. I love how you run in the bathroom all on your own to wash your hands and come out with them still wet to prove that you did indeed wash them. You ask to hold Kerri. You sit for long periods of time singing to her and telling her stories. If I catch you and you notice, you usually deny that you were singing to her. You are a very sweet big sister. Kerri, Bridget, and Maggie are very lucky to have you. I am very lucky to have you.
I hope the love from your sisters, the hours of playing together, the bond that you form with them will overpower the fact that you will always have the most responsibility in the house. I hope you know that you are perfect for the job. I hope you know I love you more than I can possibly tell you.
Love,
Mom
Bridget
I just have to write a little about Bridget. She has really come into her own these last few weeks. I am not sure if she seems more grown up simply because we have a one week old in the house or because, she really is growing up. I think it is a combination of both.
She is such an easy going baby, well an easy going baby with a temper. She literally walks around the house picking things up and taking them from place to place. She really spends much of her day walking around. She is always ready to go somewhere. If she hears us talking about leaving she will head right over and grab her coat and be ready to scoot out the door. If you leave without her, enter temper!
She laughs easily and wholeheartedly. And she really is beautiful. She has a smile that just makes you smile. She loves to eat, a lot. She also now knows what the other girls are getting, and she too wants whatever they have. Do not try to give her the plain donut while the other two get sprinkles. She knows it. And she lets you know it!
She is really smart. She can't really talk yet (She says Mama, Papa, Jay, Oh uh, and Quack). But she can comprehend complex directions. She also knows to throw out her trash (something her oldest sister forgets) and put her dishes in the sink (or sometimes the trash). She will get a yogurt drink out of the fridge, then get a straw out of the cabinet and bring it over to you. And again, she throws it out when she is finished!
She gives big hugs to her friends. Today she started giving big hugs to Kerri. It was quite cute. She even rubbed her head gently, or as gently as she could.
B doesn't sit still. She is always going. She loves to climb (Mine and Sean's DNA must mix to form some type of climbing tendency) everything. She stands on the back of chairs, railings, strollers. You name it, she climbs it.
B really is a great gal. She is fun and spunky and sweet and sassy. I can't wait to see this personality develop. I think we would be friends! I hope you always know how special you are to me!
She is such an easy going baby, well an easy going baby with a temper. She literally walks around the house picking things up and taking them from place to place. She really spends much of her day walking around. She is always ready to go somewhere. If she hears us talking about leaving she will head right over and grab her coat and be ready to scoot out the door. If you leave without her, enter temper!
She laughs easily and wholeheartedly. And she really is beautiful. She has a smile that just makes you smile. She loves to eat, a lot. She also now knows what the other girls are getting, and she too wants whatever they have. Do not try to give her the plain donut while the other two get sprinkles. She knows it. And she lets you know it!
She is really smart. She can't really talk yet (She says Mama, Papa, Jay, Oh uh, and Quack). But she can comprehend complex directions. She also knows to throw out her trash (something her oldest sister forgets) and put her dishes in the sink (or sometimes the trash). She will get a yogurt drink out of the fridge, then get a straw out of the cabinet and bring it over to you. And again, she throws it out when she is finished!
She gives big hugs to her friends. Today she started giving big hugs to Kerri. It was quite cute. She even rubbed her head gently, or as gently as she could.
B doesn't sit still. She is always going. She loves to climb (Mine and Sean's DNA must mix to form some type of climbing tendency) everything. She stands on the back of chairs, railings, strollers. You name it, she climbs it.
B really is a great gal. She is fun and spunky and sweet and sassy. I can't wait to see this personality develop. I think we would be friends! I hope you always know how special you are to me!
7:27 pm
It is 7:27 pm. All is quiet in the house except the Christmas music playing on the radio and the rain hitting the windows. I should relax and enjoy, but it is kind of freaky.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Welcome Kerri Jean (Part 2)
After about three hours I was just 2 centimeters dilated. Ugh. Then things started to go crazy. About 15 minutes later I was four. By the time the doctor came to numb me, I was in pretty serious labor. Apparently an emergency C-section takes precedence over my contractions! Well, this (getting the epidural) was a mistake. First he put it in wrong, hit some nerves and sent very painful shocks all down my legs. He tried again... this time the painful shocks were down my arms. So he had to start all over. New hole, another shot or two, some leaking spinal fluid... fun times. Second epidural worked... too well. My arms were numb. I was numb all the way up to my neck, not good. They turned off the epidural. Didn't really matter anyway. By the time the very inept "doctor" finished, I was 10 centimeters. My blood pressure was falling 50/30 and the baby's heart rate was dropping. They quickly set up the room for delivery and started telling me to push. I was trying, but I was so numb it was hard. I was also vomiting a bit with each push. As soon as I was done one push, they would make me start again, no rest between contractions. The vacuum came out. There were panicked looks (but calm voices) between nurses. The topper, was when the nurse put her hands on my belly and gave the final push to get Kerri out.
When the doctor cut the cord I knew we were in trouble; we had just talked about Sean doing that. Kerri was not moving. The doctor said she was in shock from everything happening so fast. They called in the NICU nurses and started giving Kerri oxygen. We were scared. The room was silent, except for doctor saying she was going to be okay. And she was. After a few very long minutes, Kerri was pink and breathing fine on her own. Her APGAR score went from a 4 to an 8. But she was mad, and showing it! What a relief to hear her cry. She has not cried like that since. I guess she is over it!
The night continued with blown veins, lost uteruses and the such, but by morning, things were calm, and it was like Kerri was always there.
The girls came to meet her and celebrate her first party with her. There were cupcakes and hats and favors and presents... they loved her for bringing such fun. Maura loved holding her. Maggie just looked at her and patted her a few times. B hit anyone who was holding her. It was loud and crazy in our room, just a preview of what the rest of our lives will look (and sound) like. Actually, I thought it was a little slice of heaven. Would have been a bigger slice if my insides didn't feel like they were going to fall out!
When the doctor cut the cord I knew we were in trouble; we had just talked about Sean doing that. Kerri was not moving. The doctor said she was in shock from everything happening so fast. They called in the NICU nurses and started giving Kerri oxygen. We were scared. The room was silent, except for doctor saying she was going to be okay. And she was. After a few very long minutes, Kerri was pink and breathing fine on her own. Her APGAR score went from a 4 to an 8. But she was mad, and showing it! What a relief to hear her cry. She has not cried like that since. I guess she is over it!
The night continued with blown veins, lost uteruses and the such, but by morning, things were calm, and it was like Kerri was always there.
The girls came to meet her and celebrate her first party with her. There were cupcakes and hats and favors and presents... they loved her for bringing such fun. Maura loved holding her. Maggie just looked at her and patted her a few times. B hit anyone who was holding her. It was loud and crazy in our room, just a preview of what the rest of our lives will look (and sound) like. Actually, I thought it was a little slice of heaven. Would have been a bigger slice if my insides didn't feel like they were going to fall out!
Monday, December 8, 2008
Welcome Kerri Jean (Part 1)
Well, she is here. Our newest addition to our family could not be more perfect. We had a very, very busy weekend of holiday festivities; she decided to keep the excitement going for one more day. All the girls slept very late on Monday morning, so I decided that Mo could skip school and head over to Mimi's for some extra time with their cousins. After a nice visit, we left around 2:30 to head home for naps (B and, hopefully, me). This was not to be.
At 3:30 I was on the phone catching up with my friend Meghan... in the middle of a good story... and whoosh, my water broke. I tried to finish my story, but, at her urging, I hung up and began the mad rush of packing for the hospital: packing M&M for Sean's parents, and B & Jameson for my parents. You would think this would be done, as I was planning on being induced on Thursday. The weekend was just so crazy, and I really was doing laundry on Monday with plans to pack that evening.
After two unsuccessful attempts to contact Sean, two unsuccessful attempts to contact Sue, and a successful attempt to contact my dad, I was convinced my water broke (could have just been peeing myself!). I called the doctor, they said to head to Paoli Hospital. It was a bit of a whirlwind getting everyone packed, but soon I had my mother in law, dad, and husband rushing home. We finished getting ready, left a mess in the kitchen (I was in the middle of making a BLT for myself... can't remember the last time I made one of those!). On the way to the hospital I said to Sean, "I just hope to God I am not only one centimeter. I want to be at least three."
I was one! Ugh. We checked in, got settled in our room and began the waiting game. We got there around 5:15 pm. I was not really having contractions yet, just some minor back pain. Everyone kept telling me what a smooth, fast delivery this would be, after all, not only was it my fourth, but my fourth in less than 5 years!
Well they were wrong.
At 3:30 I was on the phone catching up with my friend Meghan... in the middle of a good story... and whoosh, my water broke. I tried to finish my story, but, at her urging, I hung up and began the mad rush of packing for the hospital: packing M&M for Sean's parents, and B & Jameson for my parents. You would think this would be done, as I was planning on being induced on Thursday. The weekend was just so crazy, and I really was doing laundry on Monday with plans to pack that evening.
After two unsuccessful attempts to contact Sean, two unsuccessful attempts to contact Sue, and a successful attempt to contact my dad, I was convinced my water broke (could have just been peeing myself!). I called the doctor, they said to head to Paoli Hospital. It was a bit of a whirlwind getting everyone packed, but soon I had my mother in law, dad, and husband rushing home. We finished getting ready, left a mess in the kitchen (I was in the middle of making a BLT for myself... can't remember the last time I made one of those!). On the way to the hospital I said to Sean, "I just hope to God I am not only one centimeter. I want to be at least three."
I was one! Ugh. We checked in, got settled in our room and began the waiting game. We got there around 5:15 pm. I was not really having contractions yet, just some minor back pain. Everyone kept telling me what a smooth, fast delivery this would be, after all, not only was it my fourth, but my fourth in less than 5 years!
Well they were wrong.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
She listens to me!
Yes, one out of four ain't bad. I looked at my last entry on the morning of December 1st and noticed that I asked Baby O to please make an arrival soon. Well, she did! At 3:30 that afternoon my water broke. A few crazy hours later, Kerri Jean O'Reilly was born. I will write more about the events leading up to and since the birth later, but for now, I want to say, it sure is nice holding a healthy newborn baby in my arms.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Still waiting...
It is 5:30 am on December 1st (Happy Birthday and Congratulations Aunt Colleen!). Every day that goes by I keep my fingers crossed that this little baby will make an appearance. So far, nothing. However, each day I feel a little more and more uncomfortable. I have back contractions and feel this baby digging lower and lower, but nothing. I was really hoping to go on my own, before being induced, but I will take what I can get. A healthy baby, however it happens.
We had a great holiday weekend, so I am glad I did not miss any of it. Between yummy dinners, birthday parties and engagements, and the kids just flat out having a blast with their cousins, life was good. I was uber impressed with the kids this weekend. Logan, Caitlin, Brendan and Cooper were all in town to play. Ryan was here on Sunday. The girls were so excited for it all. Besides one (maybe two or three) minor (maybe major) meltdown by our Mags, it was pretty smooth sailing. B just walked around smiling and happy. She went right to Aunt Nancy, which is highly unusual for her; she usually takes a while to warm up to a person.
The kids played in the basement and had a blast. On Friday night they set up a store for about 3 hours. At 10 pm when they wanted to open it, it was time to go to bed/home for us. They said it would open the next day. It never did. It really was funny, they worked so hard setting it up, were so excited for customers, but any time anyone came near, they would say, can't you read the sign? We're closed. There really was a sign!
Saturday, the Devon 5K was a fun way to start a nice day. Followed by more make believe play, and tons of time with Aunt Nancy. When I asked Mo if she loved Aunt Nancy, she said yes, she is so fun. I then said "She must really love kids." Mo said, "Why?" genuinely confused. I think I need to spend some more time actively playing with my kids!!
Saturday night the babysitter came, and we headed downtown for a surprise 30th birthday/you're engaged party for Dave and Colleen. It was lots of fun, and Coll was truly surprised. I am very happy for them.
Sunday Oba, Grandad, Chris and Ryan came over. It was a fun visit. I was exhausted, luckily my mom pretty much brought everything, including a delicious turkey right out of the oven!! The girls were in heaven seeing Ry-Guy (as Maggie always refers to him, even to say "Stop that Ry-Guy!"). It was a nice visit. We then got some baby stuff ready and set up. Girls are starting to get excited. So back to the original thought... any time you are ready, we are too. The holiday and parties are over and it is time for some more excitement. A new little baby in my arms would feel great right about now!
We had a great holiday weekend, so I am glad I did not miss any of it. Between yummy dinners, birthday parties and engagements, and the kids just flat out having a blast with their cousins, life was good. I was uber impressed with the kids this weekend. Logan, Caitlin, Brendan and Cooper were all in town to play. Ryan was here on Sunday. The girls were so excited for it all. Besides one (maybe two or three) minor (maybe major) meltdown by our Mags, it was pretty smooth sailing. B just walked around smiling and happy. She went right to Aunt Nancy, which is highly unusual for her; she usually takes a while to warm up to a person.
The kids played in the basement and had a blast. On Friday night they set up a store for about 3 hours. At 10 pm when they wanted to open it, it was time to go to bed/home for us. They said it would open the next day. It never did. It really was funny, they worked so hard setting it up, were so excited for customers, but any time anyone came near, they would say, can't you read the sign? We're closed. There really was a sign!
Saturday, the Devon 5K was a fun way to start a nice day. Followed by more make believe play, and tons of time with Aunt Nancy. When I asked Mo if she loved Aunt Nancy, she said yes, she is so fun. I then said "She must really love kids." Mo said, "Why?" genuinely confused. I think I need to spend some more time actively playing with my kids!!
Saturday night the babysitter came, and we headed downtown for a surprise 30th birthday/you're engaged party for Dave and Colleen. It was lots of fun, and Coll was truly surprised. I am very happy for them.
Sunday Oba, Grandad, Chris and Ryan came over. It was a fun visit. I was exhausted, luckily my mom pretty much brought everything, including a delicious turkey right out of the oven!! The girls were in heaven seeing Ry-Guy (as Maggie always refers to him, even to say "Stop that Ry-Guy!"). It was a nice visit. We then got some baby stuff ready and set up. Girls are starting to get excited. So back to the original thought... any time you are ready, we are too. The holiday and parties are over and it is time for some more excitement. A new little baby in my arms would feel great right about now!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Animal Sounds
A milestone for B... she is mimicking animal sounds. We were doing a puzzle today. I held up the cow and she said: "Moo." I thought it was a coincidence. Then I held up the duck, we quacked together. This went on and on with all the animals. She must have been waiting to show off this new skill. Just dying to have someone ask her all of the sounds animals can make. Maybe Mo and Mags have been practicing with her. I am glad she finally got to show it off, and B, I am sorry it took me so long to ask! I love you!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Looking forward to meeting you...
I know I have not mentioned it much, but we are about to have a new baby. Two weeks from today we should be checking in for a scheduled induction (because of the kidney stones). We will have a new little baby girl or boy to cuddle and snuggle with. We will have a new personality to get to know. We will have late nights with feedings and diaper changes. I am anxious to get to know this baby and learn all her ins and outs, all her quirks, all her preferences. I remember how each of my kids liked being held a different way. I wonder what this baby will prefer.
I will admit, I am a little anxious, a bit nervous, and at times I feel overwhelmed by the thought of it all. But then I look at the three little ones I already know and get excited all over again!
Can't wait to meet you little baby! (And if you wouldn't mind coming on your own before December third, that would be fantastic!)
I will admit, I am a little anxious, a bit nervous, and at times I feel overwhelmed by the thought of it all. But then I look at the three little ones I already know and get excited all over again!
Can't wait to meet you little baby! (And if you wouldn't mind coming on your own before December third, that would be fantastic!)
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Paci-Fairy cometh
Yes indeed, little Maggie is being forced to grow up. 3 was a big year for her. We kept telling her all the good (and the bad) things that would happen on her third birthday. She would get to go camping with grandad (and, oh yeah, we would take away her water at bedtime); she would get to take gymnastics (and don't forget, we would take away her pacifier).
Everything went pretty well. My parents took her "camping" in their back yard. Luckily their yard is kind of like a campground, complete with built in fire pit! She loved it. We said goodbye to the water cup, no problem. We told her three days of dry pull ups, and she gets to wear panties to bed (we are on day number two! tomorrow morning is a big day!). She is very proud. She absolutely loves gymnastics and may be the hardest working kid in the class (Mo is in it too. She is naturally talented, but I have seen her take a shortcut or two). And well, it was time to say goodbye to her pacifier. Now this girl loves the pacifier. Actually, love is not strong enough a word. It truly is like a magic switch for her. When we limited her pacifier use to the bed, she would literally put herself down for naps and bed. It was amazing to see a two year old get up from watching TV or playing a game and head up for a nap. She would even put her pull up on before settling in for her nap. I would not even have to walk upstairs.
We took Maura's pacifier away on her third birthday, so we thought we would do the same with mags. Maura, like always, made the transition with no problem. She, howver did not have the same relationship with her paci as Mags does (did). Well Mags 3rd birthday rolled around, snd I went and got sick, so no way were her grandparents going to be the big meanies and take it away. I totally do not blame them. Not only that, but she got to have it more and more throughout the day. It was no longer limited to her bed. She may have had it in her mouth half the day. Needless to say, no one was looking forward to the day we actually cut it off. I think too, deep down, I did not want to see my baby girl grow up or stop cuddling. Whenever she put that thing in her mouth, she would snuggle up to you, twirl her hair and stay there until you made her move. If the paci was gone, would all my cuddle time be gone too?
Well, we are on night four, finished day three with absolutely no pacis. It is going pretty well. The first night was fine. She loved waking up and getting her presents -clothes, shoes and a glass (broken by Maura about 15 minutes after she opened it) princess. Mags is the only three year old I know who would prefer a new dress to a toy! The first morning was miserable. She would get upset and want her paci. The poor pathetic child would go up to the clear plastic container we put them in the night before, look in it, see nothing, then still open it, hoping they might appear. She dumped all her toy bins looking for the one we may have forgotten to put in the bin. She looked in the basket in the kitchen where I often kept them (there was one in there, but luckily I got it before she saw it through the tears). Since then there have been a few little cries for it, but bedtime is going well, and most of the time she is just proud to be a big girl. They were even playing in the basement playroom and found a stray. She picked it up, looked at it funny, and have it to Sean... good for her.
So, we dreaded the day; we put it off, but I am glad we did it and I am glad we are surviving. Life without the paci will be a little more difficult. But worse than that, my baby is growing up. Good thing I've got B and baby #4 to take pacis from too!
Everything went pretty well. My parents took her "camping" in their back yard. Luckily their yard is kind of like a campground, complete with built in fire pit! She loved it. We said goodbye to the water cup, no problem. We told her three days of dry pull ups, and she gets to wear panties to bed (we are on day number two! tomorrow morning is a big day!). She is very proud. She absolutely loves gymnastics and may be the hardest working kid in the class (Mo is in it too. She is naturally talented, but I have seen her take a shortcut or two). And well, it was time to say goodbye to her pacifier. Now this girl loves the pacifier. Actually, love is not strong enough a word. It truly is like a magic switch for her. When we limited her pacifier use to the bed, she would literally put herself down for naps and bed. It was amazing to see a two year old get up from watching TV or playing a game and head up for a nap. She would even put her pull up on before settling in for her nap. I would not even have to walk upstairs.
We took Maura's pacifier away on her third birthday, so we thought we would do the same with mags. Maura, like always, made the transition with no problem. She, howver did not have the same relationship with her paci as Mags does (did). Well Mags 3rd birthday rolled around, snd I went and got sick, so no way were her grandparents going to be the big meanies and take it away. I totally do not blame them. Not only that, but she got to have it more and more throughout the day. It was no longer limited to her bed. She may have had it in her mouth half the day. Needless to say, no one was looking forward to the day we actually cut it off. I think too, deep down, I did not want to see my baby girl grow up or stop cuddling. Whenever she put that thing in her mouth, she would snuggle up to you, twirl her hair and stay there until you made her move. If the paci was gone, would all my cuddle time be gone too?
Well, we are on night four, finished day three with absolutely no pacis. It is going pretty well. The first night was fine. She loved waking up and getting her presents -clothes, shoes and a glass (broken by Maura about 15 minutes after she opened it) princess. Mags is the only three year old I know who would prefer a new dress to a toy! The first morning was miserable. She would get upset and want her paci. The poor pathetic child would go up to the clear plastic container we put them in the night before, look in it, see nothing, then still open it, hoping they might appear. She dumped all her toy bins looking for the one we may have forgotten to put in the bin. She looked in the basket in the kitchen where I often kept them (there was one in there, but luckily I got it before she saw it through the tears). Since then there have been a few little cries for it, but bedtime is going well, and most of the time she is just proud to be a big girl. They were even playing in the basement playroom and found a stray. She picked it up, looked at it funny, and have it to Sean... good for her.
So, we dreaded the day; we put it off, but I am glad we did it and I am glad we are surviving. Life without the paci will be a little more difficult. But worse than that, my baby is growing up. Good thing I've got B and baby #4 to take pacis from too!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Really? Is this normal?
When do the terrible twos officially end? If it is not soon in this house I may lose it. Maggie is still having issues being dropped off at school. I am used to that. Today she threw THE WORLD'S BIGGEST FIT being picked up from school. I mean there was guttural screaming, kicking, throwing, hitting, you name it, we had it. All right there for everyone to see.
I thought I had done everything right. I brought her sippy cup in with me, full of cold milk. I even brought the stroller so she could sit on the back and enjoy her milk. That was not good enough for her. Someone had to help me push the stroller to the car while I carried a kicking, screaming 3 year old to my car. I then had to wait 20 minutes or more for her to calm down enough that I could literally shove her in her seat. It reminded me a little of child abuse, I must admit, but compared to what she was doing to me, it was nothing.
But by the time we got home she was saying sorry and giving me big hugs and snuggles. I still adore you Mags, but these temper tantrums have got to stop.
I thought I had done everything right. I brought her sippy cup in with me, full of cold milk. I even brought the stroller so she could sit on the back and enjoy her milk. That was not good enough for her. Someone had to help me push the stroller to the car while I carried a kicking, screaming 3 year old to my car. I then had to wait 20 minutes or more for her to calm down enough that I could literally shove her in her seat. It reminded me a little of child abuse, I must admit, but compared to what she was doing to me, it was nothing.
But by the time we got home she was saying sorry and giving me big hugs and snuggles. I still adore you Mags, but these temper tantrums have got to stop.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Rocks
Maggie was rubbing my back the other day and asked what was in my back.
I thought she felt something under my shirt or something.
I said, "Nothing is in my back, why?"
She said, "Daddy said you had a rock in your back."
After a second, I got it, "Oh, stones, mommy has some stones in her back."
She innocently replies, "Yes."
I thought she felt something under my shirt or something.
I said, "Nothing is in my back, why?"
She said, "Daddy said you had a rock in your back."
After a second, I got it, "Oh, stones, mommy has some stones in her back."
She innocently replies, "Yes."
Ugh!
That's all I can say. We have had a bit of a rough run in our house lately. After our fun week with the stomach virus, all was looking up. That was until my back began hurting. It continued to get worse throughout the day. I imagined that the baby was pushing on it. Then I thought I pulled a muscle. After a call for backup to my parents (and help from my friend Tory) we realized it was much worse than a pulled muscle. I ended up in the hospital for four days with kidney stones. I passed (hate that phrase) a few but know that I have several more in each kidney just biding their time waiting to come out. ACK! I was in a lot of pain for a week or more and was told it could last until the baby is born. I am happy to say two weeks later I am sitting here in much less pain and very grateful for the feeling or normalcy. Thank you. We just pray that they sit still until after the baby comes, and we can treat them. And maybe an early arrivl from Baby #4 would be great early Christmas present too! I know not to get my hopes up on that on though!
I was so lucky to have so many people come to my aid (and the family's aid) during this whole process. It is great to feel loved. The girls were great too. They really adapted well to having completely hands off mommy. I dropped Mags off at school for the first time yesterday, and she did not even cry at all. I always say purposeful neglect is a good thing. This neglect wasn't on purpose, but it worked regardless.
In the meantime little B had to get stiches (well glue) on her little eyebrow. She fell and hit her eyebrow right on the corner of the coffee table. This was after getting bloody lip while playing in the playroom and a bruise on her cheek from falling on the coffee table earlier. That was my first full day day back on the job taking care of the kids. I would say I did not pass with flying colors! Maybe I need a day or two off... but this time, not in the hospital room!
I was so lucky to have so many people come to my aid (and the family's aid) during this whole process. It is great to feel loved. The girls were great too. They really adapted well to having completely hands off mommy. I dropped Mags off at school for the first time yesterday, and she did not even cry at all. I always say purposeful neglect is a good thing. This neglect wasn't on purpose, but it worked regardless.
In the meantime little B had to get stiches (well glue) on her little eyebrow. She fell and hit her eyebrow right on the corner of the coffee table. This was after getting bloody lip while playing in the playroom and a bruise on her cheek from falling on the coffee table earlier. That was my first full day day back on the job taking care of the kids. I would say I did not pass with flying colors! Maybe I need a day or two off... but this time, not in the hospital room!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Happy Birthday Mags!
Yesterday was Maggie's 3rd birthday. It is funny how 3 seems so young this year (now that I have a four year old) where as, last year it seemed too old.
I have been sick for a while, so I have not really seen Maggie in a few days. I was upset about the pain and the kidney stones and the hospital, etc, but I was more sad about all the fun stuff I would be missing in the girls' lives. I was so sad that Mags would not be waking up at home on her big day. I was sad that I was too sick to make her treat for school. I had to cancel her party (I was in the hospital, so I had a small excuse). Well, let me just say, I think she made out just fine.
She woke up to breakfast in bed with Mimi, Maura, and B. She had a birthday tiara to wear. She had made fun cookies with Mimi to bring to school and was very excited to bring them in to her class. She said she got a new crown at school to wear and they all sang to her. She spent the day being the birthday princess, then the O'Reillys brought the girls over for a small birthday party for her last night. She was in heaven opening all her presents. She truly loved each one and wanted to take her time and enjoy it. Unfortunately for her, Maura wanted to move on and had half her presents already opened before Mags even knew they were there. She tried on each dress she got, laid in her sleeping bag, opened up her "mommy stuff" looked through her books. She just really enjoyed the day.
I was able to pop a few Percosets and make it through the party; she then headed up to my room to "nuggle" with me and talk about each of her gifts. It was precious. The most precious moment of the night was when Mags stopped, right in the middle of opening her gifts, and came over to me. Put her hand gently on me and said "Mommy, are you feeling any better?" How sweet.
Maggie you are my emotional one. I love the way you feel things so deeply. I love the way you truly show empathy to others. You are just one of the sweetest little ones I know. You melt my heart at least five times a day. You make me smile at least 10. I am lucky to have you in my life. I can picture us twenty years from now with you coming home from college, "nuggling" in bed and chatting about all the things that are important to you. You'll stop in the middle of the conversation, put your hand on mine, and say "How are YOU feeling Mom?" You are just that kind of person.
Enjoy being three!
I have been sick for a while, so I have not really seen Maggie in a few days. I was upset about the pain and the kidney stones and the hospital, etc, but I was more sad about all the fun stuff I would be missing in the girls' lives. I was so sad that Mags would not be waking up at home on her big day. I was sad that I was too sick to make her treat for school. I had to cancel her party (I was in the hospital, so I had a small excuse). Well, let me just say, I think she made out just fine.
She woke up to breakfast in bed with Mimi, Maura, and B. She had a birthday tiara to wear. She had made fun cookies with Mimi to bring to school and was very excited to bring them in to her class. She said she got a new crown at school to wear and they all sang to her. She spent the day being the birthday princess, then the O'Reillys brought the girls over for a small birthday party for her last night. She was in heaven opening all her presents. She truly loved each one and wanted to take her time and enjoy it. Unfortunately for her, Maura wanted to move on and had half her presents already opened before Mags even knew they were there. She tried on each dress she got, laid in her sleeping bag, opened up her "mommy stuff" looked through her books. She just really enjoyed the day.
I was able to pop a few Percosets and make it through the party; she then headed up to my room to "nuggle" with me and talk about each of her gifts. It was precious. The most precious moment of the night was when Mags stopped, right in the middle of opening her gifts, and came over to me. Put her hand gently on me and said "Mommy, are you feeling any better?" How sweet.
Maggie you are my emotional one. I love the way you feel things so deeply. I love the way you truly show empathy to others. You are just one of the sweetest little ones I know. You melt my heart at least five times a day. You make me smile at least 10. I am lucky to have you in my life. I can picture us twenty years from now with you coming home from college, "nuggling" in bed and chatting about all the things that are important to you. You'll stop in the middle of the conversation, put your hand on mine, and say "How are YOU feeling Mom?" You are just that kind of person.
Enjoy being three!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Mags loves her Momma
Yes, that is surely true. Maggie loves her Momma. A little too much. She really is the sweetest thing, and it breaks my heart to see her so sad, but Maggie does not like being away from me. She can even be sitting on my lap and ycrying Mommy. Not sure how much closer she wants to get... the womb?
Still, when I drop her off at school, after one month (well, really she started when she was fifteen months, so 1 1/2 years) of school, she still cries, and cries hard. She says, "I want to go with you Mommy. I want to go to the gym. I will be good." It would be so much easier to just take her with me. Dropping her off does not give me a free day, I still have B, so I am limited in what I can do anyway. A lot of times I am just going to the gym where I already pay for her babysitting, so, why not? Well, because I KNOW in my MIND it would be a bad precedent to set, but in my heart (and my tired body) I say what the heck... let's skip school today. I haven't done it yet, but I am close. (Well, I did already drop her out of Wednesdays because her little friend is not in school that day!)
I wish Mags could cope with change better. I am hoping it is just a 2 year old (or at least toddler thing) but she really is painfully shy at some times. And what is so weird, is if she is comfortable, she is so darn outgoing and talkative you have to beg her to be quiet. She is so loud and chatty. It really is strange. She also goes from being perfectly happy to totally flipping out in a heartbeat. You never know what will trigger it. Weird, crazy, exhausting.
But then it just breaks my heart to see her little self sad. She is so darn cute otherwise. And her teachers say once school starts, she is great, a real class leader. Who knows? I'd love to be a fly on the wall in her class and really see how she is doing.
Still, when I drop her off at school, after one month (well, really she started when she was fifteen months, so 1 1/2 years) of school, she still cries, and cries hard. She says, "I want to go with you Mommy. I want to go to the gym. I will be good." It would be so much easier to just take her with me. Dropping her off does not give me a free day, I still have B, so I am limited in what I can do anyway. A lot of times I am just going to the gym where I already pay for her babysitting, so, why not? Well, because I KNOW in my MIND it would be a bad precedent to set, but in my heart (and my tired body) I say what the heck... let's skip school today. I haven't done it yet, but I am close. (Well, I did already drop her out of Wednesdays because her little friend is not in school that day!)
I wish Mags could cope with change better. I am hoping it is just a 2 year old (or at least toddler thing) but she really is painfully shy at some times. And what is so weird, is if she is comfortable, she is so darn outgoing and talkative you have to beg her to be quiet. She is so loud and chatty. It really is strange. She also goes from being perfectly happy to totally flipping out in a heartbeat. You never know what will trigger it. Weird, crazy, exhausting.
But then it just breaks my heart to see her little self sad. She is so darn cute otherwise. And her teachers say once school starts, she is great, a real class leader. Who knows? I'd love to be a fly on the wall in her class and really see how she is doing.
My little outdoorsy girl.
Maura headed out for a camping trip with my dad, brother and nephew, Ryan last weekend. My mom was supposed to go, but got shingles (ugh!) so she had to stay home. I worried that it would be a little hard for Maura, being the only girl. I was a little worried that she would need some Momma (or OBA) loving and might not get it. Well, when my dad arrived she was ready to go. (It always cracks me up when my parents come to get the girls, they are climbing into their carseats before we even have them buckled in.) She cheerfully waved goodbye from the back seat and was off to a weekend in the wilderness.
We would call, usually in the morning and at bedtime to talk. She always sounds so old to me when I talk to her on the phone. She asked if Maggie and B missed her. She asked to talk to each of them, but was as happy as a clam being away. She asked to extend the trip a day, which they did. She even called me from five minutes away when they were driving home, to ask if she could stop home for lunch, then continue with my dad to visit Oba.
My dad said she did great. She hiked and biked. She roasted marshmallows and ate hotdogs (and shrimp!) She went to bed when she was told and woke up in the AM well rested and ready for more.
I am very glad that Maura is always ready for a challenge. She may take a minute or two (or three) to get comfortable, but once she does, she rarely looks back; she looks straight ahead and takes off in that direction. I was definitely not like this at her age. You go girl!
When she got home, she asked Mags if she missed her. Mags said yes she did. We then asked if she missed Maggie. She said "I didn't have time; I was too busy having a blast!"
We would call, usually in the morning and at bedtime to talk. She always sounds so old to me when I talk to her on the phone. She asked if Maggie and B missed her. She asked to talk to each of them, but was as happy as a clam being away. She asked to extend the trip a day, which they did. She even called me from five minutes away when they were driving home, to ask if she could stop home for lunch, then continue with my dad to visit Oba.
My dad said she did great. She hiked and biked. She roasted marshmallows and ate hotdogs (and shrimp!) She went to bed when she was told and woke up in the AM well rested and ready for more.
I am very glad that Maura is always ready for a challenge. She may take a minute or two (or three) to get comfortable, but once she does, she rarely looks back; she looks straight ahead and takes off in that direction. I was definitely not like this at her age. You go girl!
When she got home, she asked Mags if she missed her. Mags said yes she did. We then asked if she missed Maggie. She said "I didn't have time; I was too busy having a blast!"
Monday, October 6, 2008
A different kind of girls' weekend
Well, I got to spend some "quality" time with my three girls this weekend. It was not exactly the girls' weekend I had planned, but hey...
For months, well, years, I have been jealous of Sean and all his boy's football/golf/ gambling/bachelor weekends. I have been moaning about never getting to do anything fun and feeling quite the martyr. So finally, I planned something. I convinced Katie and Jenn to come along. In August we planned and booked a spa weekend for this weekend. We had two treatments each and booked a room for the night. There was going to be good food, great wine (for them) and lots of relaxation and laughs. I was SO looking forward to it.
Well, Wednesday night B threw up a few times. When she woke up in the AM she seemed fine. She was generally happy and upbeat. I was waiting for the waterfall effect of everyone getting it, but it did not happen. All was good. We got all packed up and ready to go to VA to meet up with Katie and start our weekend.
I was feeling a little car sick in the car, but I thought the traffic, kids, pregnancy all combined was doing it. Not so. About an hour after we got there, I got sick for the first time. I just knew it was this darn bug. I hoped otherwise, but knew it was. Luckily Katie and Jenn could still go out to dinner, while I spent the evening destroying Katie's bathroom.
At around 8:00 pm Mags joined in the fun, then around 5:00am, Maura jumped on the band wagon. It sure was fun. The next morning we kind of let it go through Mo's system a bit the packed the car back up and headed back home. I don't think Sean understood why I would want to come home (he said, I don't know why you want to go home) until he got it around 4:00 am on Saturday night. It was not fun, but it was quick, so thank God for small favors. The ride home was not too bad, just one stop to clean up throw up and one a couple uses of the bucket we took from the Short's house. I do not think we will be returning that one.. unless they really want it back!
The rest of the weekend consisted of sleeping, lying around, drinking Gatorade, general unhappiness and whining. Poor B felt great and just wanted to play. She couldn't understand why everyone was so boring. Mags slept from about 3:00pm Saturday until 8:00 am Sunday, then took a few hour long naps throughout the day. She was starting to worry me. Maura was fine by Sunday morning, but very cautious about her eating and drinking. She did NOT want to get sick again. Smart girl. Today is Monday, and all is well, so far. Sean said he was feeling fine, until about 2 minutes before he walked out the door to go to work. Keep your fingers crossed!
eta: Sick again... this is just not fair.
For months, well, years, I have been jealous of Sean and all his boy's football/golf/ gambling/bachelor weekends. I have been moaning about never getting to do anything fun and feeling quite the martyr. So finally, I planned something. I convinced Katie and Jenn to come along. In August we planned and booked a spa weekend for this weekend. We had two treatments each and booked a room for the night. There was going to be good food, great wine (for them) and lots of relaxation and laughs. I was SO looking forward to it.
Well, Wednesday night B threw up a few times. When she woke up in the AM she seemed fine. She was generally happy and upbeat. I was waiting for the waterfall effect of everyone getting it, but it did not happen. All was good. We got all packed up and ready to go to VA to meet up with Katie and start our weekend.
I was feeling a little car sick in the car, but I thought the traffic, kids, pregnancy all combined was doing it. Not so. About an hour after we got there, I got sick for the first time. I just knew it was this darn bug. I hoped otherwise, but knew it was. Luckily Katie and Jenn could still go out to dinner, while I spent the evening destroying Katie's bathroom.
At around 8:00 pm Mags joined in the fun, then around 5:00am, Maura jumped on the band wagon. It sure was fun. The next morning we kind of let it go through Mo's system a bit the packed the car back up and headed back home. I don't think Sean understood why I would want to come home (he said, I don't know why you want to go home) until he got it around 4:00 am on Saturday night. It was not fun, but it was quick, so thank God for small favors. The ride home was not too bad, just one stop to clean up throw up and one a couple uses of the bucket we took from the Short's house. I do not think we will be returning that one.. unless they really want it back!
The rest of the weekend consisted of sleeping, lying around, drinking Gatorade, general unhappiness and whining. Poor B felt great and just wanted to play. She couldn't understand why everyone was so boring. Mags slept from about 3:00pm Saturday until 8:00 am Sunday, then took a few hour long naps throughout the day. She was starting to worry me. Maura was fine by Sunday morning, but very cautious about her eating and drinking. She did NOT want to get sick again. Smart girl. Today is Monday, and all is well, so far. Sean said he was feeling fine, until about 2 minutes before he walked out the door to go to work. Keep your fingers crossed!
eta: Sick again... this is just not fair.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
A rough few nights
B was a miracle baby. She slept through the night the day she came home from the hospital. I think she was fussy one night a few months ago that kept us up. There was a period where if she lost her pacifier, she would cry out and you would have to put it back in.
This was not so the last five night. She has been preparing us for what it will (hopefully not) be like when the newest baby comes along. She has been screaming in the middle of the night. She is inconsolable. When you pick her up, she wriggles to get out of your hands, but do not put her down! She cries for about a half hour then is so exhausted, she passes out when you put her back down in her crib.
Sean and I are rookies at this. We truly look at each other and have no idea what to do. Too funny. Last night was better, only up for a quick cry once. Let's hope this phase is over. I sure am not loving it.
This was not so the last five night. She has been preparing us for what it will (hopefully not) be like when the newest baby comes along. She has been screaming in the middle of the night. She is inconsolable. When you pick her up, she wriggles to get out of your hands, but do not put her down! She cries for about a half hour then is so exhausted, she passes out when you put her back down in her crib.
Sean and I are rookies at this. We truly look at each other and have no idea what to do. Too funny. Last night was better, only up for a quick cry once. Let's hope this phase is over. I sure am not loving it.
The girl can eat.
Our B loves her some food! lots of it. M & M take food to survive or because someone is saying they have to eat it (or it is icing). B loves it. She starts eating before we sit down. We usually give her a serving of whatever we are having (last night: meatloaf, mashed potatoes, corn). By the time we sit down for prayers, she is done round one and fussing for more. We quickly begin to cut up more food for her, hoping she will last through prayers. She does stop for prayers; she loves holding hands and laughing. As Sean and I negotiate through dinner with M&M, doesn't this look delicious, oh, one more bite, what a big girl you would be to eat another bite, no dessert if you don't, etc, etc, B has finished her next serving and is ready for me. We literally laugh out loud every night at the amount she eats. She is so quiet, until it runs out, then she is mad...get her more fast. And don't be fooled, when she is done, she is done. She quickly starts throwing all the food that is left on her tray to the floor doing the sign for "all done". Thank goodness for Jameson (the dog, not the whiskey).
We have not yet met a food she doesn't like. I wonder how long this will keep up.
We have not yet met a food she doesn't like. I wonder how long this will keep up.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Maggie starts school
Maggie started school last week. We had been visiting her classroom the week before after we dropped Mo off. She liked her classroom and could tell me all about what she was going to do in it.
The first day of school she kind of woke up a bear. She was a bit moody all morning. Finally she broke out into tears and admitted "I don't want to go to school!!" After some breakfast bribing (a donut) and some snuggling, she was ready to go. She did pretty well on the first day. She would go off and play, then come over and tug my leg, just to make sure I knew she was still there. I snuck out after checking her in, and she did great. She loved having her friend Eva there to play.
Day two was not so good. Eva does not go on this day, so Mags had no friends in the class. She cried and screamed and held on and begged to please go to the gym with Mommy and B. Poor baby. The main teacher said she did stop crying and did better, but later the aide was talking to me and said "I love your daughter, She is so cute." When I looked at her a little perplexed, she said "I held her pretty much the whole class, and she just snuggled right up to me." I don't think being held by the teacher the whole class constitutes a "fine" day! Day three was better; Eva was back.
I did decide to drop her out of the day that her bff is not there. No need to push her. I don't do anything fancy anyway. I will just take her to the gym with me. Hopefully that will help. Today when I went in to let the teachers know she was going to drop Wednesday, they said she was great today. She just does her own thing. She is one of the ones they do not have to worry about. Hopefully that is true. Of course I did give all the teachers little back to school gifts so they would be nice to my babies. I am not above shameless bribery and butt kissing for my kids well being. Oh the sacrifices I make as a mother!
The first day of school she kind of woke up a bear. She was a bit moody all morning. Finally she broke out into tears and admitted "I don't want to go to school!!" After some breakfast bribing (a donut) and some snuggling, she was ready to go. She did pretty well on the first day. She would go off and play, then come over and tug my leg, just to make sure I knew she was still there. I snuck out after checking her in, and she did great. She loved having her friend Eva there to play.
Day two was not so good. Eva does not go on this day, so Mags had no friends in the class. She cried and screamed and held on and begged to please go to the gym with Mommy and B. Poor baby. The main teacher said she did stop crying and did better, but later the aide was talking to me and said "I love your daughter, She is so cute." When I looked at her a little perplexed, she said "I held her pretty much the whole class, and she just snuggled right up to me." I don't think being held by the teacher the whole class constitutes a "fine" day! Day three was better; Eva was back.
I did decide to drop her out of the day that her bff is not there. No need to push her. I don't do anything fancy anyway. I will just take her to the gym with me. Hopefully that will help. Today when I went in to let the teachers know she was going to drop Wednesday, they said she was great today. She just does her own thing. She is one of the ones they do not have to worry about. Hopefully that is true. Of course I did give all the teachers little back to school gifts so they would be nice to my babies. I am not above shameless bribery and butt kissing for my kids well being. Oh the sacrifices I make as a mother!
Happy Birthday Maura
I remember when I would hear about a friend that had a two year old.. boy that seemed old to me... a two year old! But then I had a two year old, and, well, it didn't seem that old. Same thing with three. But four... four just seems too old to me. Maura turned four on Sunday. Her birthday was a long time coming. She had a sleepover with friends a week beofre her birthday, then she had a playgroup party on Friday, then G-parents came over for a small party on Sunday, then Monday she celebrated in school! Now, we have a short break, and we start Maggie's celebration!
Maura has always been a pretty easy child. When she was a baby, she did what she was supposed to do. She would nurse, fine, and take milk from a bottle, fine. She slept well from the beginning, starting to sleep through the night at 3 1/2 weeks. You could put her down on her playmat. She would play until she fell asleep. You could come back in an hour later and she would be awake again playing with her toys. When it was time to eat, she did. When it was time to put her on a nap schedule, she went. Her first birthday was her last day taking a bottle... She just always did whatever the baby books and doctors and internet, and whatever else, said she was supposed to do. Boy, was I spoiled! Maybe that is why just four months after she was born I was already pregnant again.
To this day, Maura is still pretty easy. She basically does what she is supposed to do. She is also very independent in most ways. She does not really care what the "crowd" (if there is a crowd at age 4) is doing. She plays well with others or by herself. She is self motivated to learn. I would think this was a weird thing to say of a four year old, but, from experience, I know that not all children are like her. She loves puzzles! She loves workbooks. She loves, loves to read (memorize) books. She sings all the time. It is so easy for her to pick up a tune. She then makes up all kinds of songs with that same tune. She has a great imagination. She is very athletic and strong. She makes funny faces and funny noises and cracks herself up. She will listen to you tell a story, then adapt the story to her own life and retell it. She is basically kind and good to her sisters. She tells me, she will always be my little girl, but she has to grow and get older and bigger.
One of the things I really admire (yes, I admire my 4 year old) is her ability to do her own thing. I tried to nuture this as a baby/toddler by never saying "all your friends are... sitting down, playing dress up, eating lunch, etc." Just saying she either did or did not have to do it. I thought I was the one shaping her. Turns out I was wrong. They shape themselves. Each of my gals is so different. It is amazing they were raised by the same mom! I do hope she keeps that independent personality trait, as that will help alot down the road when peer pressure becomes more dangerous.
So, Mo, happy birthday to you. I love you, and I want you to stay 4 forever!!
Maura has always been a pretty easy child. When she was a baby, she did what she was supposed to do. She would nurse, fine, and take milk from a bottle, fine. She slept well from the beginning, starting to sleep through the night at 3 1/2 weeks. You could put her down on her playmat. She would play until she fell asleep. You could come back in an hour later and she would be awake again playing with her toys. When it was time to eat, she did. When it was time to put her on a nap schedule, she went. Her first birthday was her last day taking a bottle... She just always did whatever the baby books and doctors and internet, and whatever else, said she was supposed to do. Boy, was I spoiled! Maybe that is why just four months after she was born I was already pregnant again.
To this day, Maura is still pretty easy. She basically does what she is supposed to do. She is also very independent in most ways. She does not really care what the "crowd" (if there is a crowd at age 4) is doing. She plays well with others or by herself. She is self motivated to learn. I would think this was a weird thing to say of a four year old, but, from experience, I know that not all children are like her. She loves puzzles! She loves workbooks. She loves, loves to read (memorize) books. She sings all the time. It is so easy for her to pick up a tune. She then makes up all kinds of songs with that same tune. She has a great imagination. She is very athletic and strong. She makes funny faces and funny noises and cracks herself up. She will listen to you tell a story, then adapt the story to her own life and retell it. She is basically kind and good to her sisters. She tells me, she will always be my little girl, but she has to grow and get older and bigger.
One of the things I really admire (yes, I admire my 4 year old) is her ability to do her own thing. I tried to nuture this as a baby/toddler by never saying "all your friends are... sitting down, playing dress up, eating lunch, etc." Just saying she either did or did not have to do it. I thought I was the one shaping her. Turns out I was wrong. They shape themselves. Each of my gals is so different. It is amazing they were raised by the same mom! I do hope she keeps that independent personality trait, as that will help alot down the road when peer pressure becomes more dangerous.
So, Mo, happy birthday to you. I love you, and I want you to stay 4 forever!!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Thank You Sean
I know Sean does not really read this, but if you ever do, let me say thank you. Sean and I have been married for 6 years. I have been pregnant a good amount of them. In fact, I figured out that in January, I will have been pregnant 40 of the last 60 months (or something like that). I like to think that I am not too high maintenance, but I am sure I am higher than I give myself credit for. I also am pretty moody and tired those last few months (not to mention first few months) of pregnancy. Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror, and I seriously do not recognize myself. I look nothing (or little) like I did when we first got married. As I waddle out of the bathroom in one of Sean's XL tee shirts and some oh-so-flattering maternity shorts, I will think, what is Sean thinking when he looks at me? Is this really what he signed up for? Not sure I did. He never complains (about the looks, the moodiness, every once in a while).
He also does such an amazing job providing for our family. He works really hard and does well at what he does, and he never complains about it. In fact, he really loves it. How many people can say that? He thrives on his work. And he is really good at it. I feel so lucky that I get to stay home and be with the girls all the time. I know that that is such a blessing these days. As much as I may complain about needing a break (which I do every once in a while) I can't imagine missing all the things I get to do with them because I am home. I was thinking of that the other day when Mo started school and gymnastics the same day. I decorated the house the night before and set up our little back-to-school breakfast party. I would have been sad to miss any part of that day. I was definitely more worked up about it than Mo was. I had told Sean that he could go to back-to-school night and I would watch the girls if he wanted. Luckily for me, he doesn't love all the same things I do, so he stayed and finished dinner and baths and bed with the girls. I would have been devastated to have missed it. Not sure why, it was pretty much the same as last year. But that is just my nutsy personality. Even when someone offers to take the girls somewhere for me, I think "what if I miss somehting fun, or cute, or a first?" I should just say yes, take them. But I don't want to miss anything.
So Sean, thanks for all you do for our family. Thanks mostly for putting up with my nutsy personality. Thanks for providing for us and leaving us truly wanting for nothing. How lucky I am to live this life that is crazy and stress-filled in all the good crazy and stress-filled ways, noe of the bad. I know I appreciate it now and one day, these girls of yours will really appreciate it too!
He also does such an amazing job providing for our family. He works really hard and does well at what he does, and he never complains about it. In fact, he really loves it. How many people can say that? He thrives on his work. And he is really good at it. I feel so lucky that I get to stay home and be with the girls all the time. I know that that is such a blessing these days. As much as I may complain about needing a break (which I do every once in a while) I can't imagine missing all the things I get to do with them because I am home. I was thinking of that the other day when Mo started school and gymnastics the same day. I decorated the house the night before and set up our little back-to-school breakfast party. I would have been sad to miss any part of that day. I was definitely more worked up about it than Mo was. I had told Sean that he could go to back-to-school night and I would watch the girls if he wanted. Luckily for me, he doesn't love all the same things I do, so he stayed and finished dinner and baths and bed with the girls. I would have been devastated to have missed it. Not sure why, it was pretty much the same as last year. But that is just my nutsy personality. Even when someone offers to take the girls somewhere for me, I think "what if I miss somehting fun, or cute, or a first?" I should just say yes, take them. But I don't want to miss anything.
So Sean, thanks for all you do for our family. Thanks mostly for putting up with my nutsy personality. Thanks for providing for us and leaving us truly wanting for nothing. How lucky I am to live this life that is crazy and stress-filled in all the good crazy and stress-filled ways, noe of the bad. I know I appreciate it now and one day, these girls of yours will really appreciate it too!
School Update
Mo has been in pre-k for three days now, and she loves it. well, I guess she loves it. She goes willingly and seems excited in the AM. She will say she likes it, and when push comes to shove, tell you a thing or two about what she did in school, but most of the time when I ask what she did in school, she says, "nothing." Sometimes she will say "I just played." Now I know that is not true. She comes home with crafts and papers, and her teacher told us what her schedule is everyday. They sing; they snack; they do the calendar, etc. But according to Mo, they do nothing. I guess I am just happy she is happy. I can't imagine what she is going to say to me as a teenager when I ask about something; maybe I will get a head nod.
Mags has been visiting her classroom (it is empty) each day. She is genuinely excited and curios for it to start. She practices sitting in the chair where she will have snack. She plays with a few puzzles. She even points out the bathroom where she will go potty. However, last week when I took Mo to class the first day, Mo walked right away and did her thing; Maggie on the other hand, has holding so tightly onto my skirt, I had to remind her that she was coming with me. Maura was staying. So I have my doubts about nest week. We'll see.
B is also warming up quite nicely to the school. Whenever I turn my back, she jets for the next available toy or open doorway to play in. She will climb right up on the chairs and sit with the big kids. She is ready to go. Just a few more months B and you are on your way!!!
Mags has been visiting her classroom (it is empty) each day. She is genuinely excited and curios for it to start. She practices sitting in the chair where she will have snack. She plays with a few puzzles. She even points out the bathroom where she will go potty. However, last week when I took Mo to class the first day, Mo walked right away and did her thing; Maggie on the other hand, has holding so tightly onto my skirt, I had to remind her that she was coming with me. Maura was staying. So I have my doubts about nest week. We'll see.
B is also warming up quite nicely to the school. Whenever I turn my back, she jets for the next available toy or open doorway to play in. She will climb right up on the chairs and sit with the big kids. She is ready to go. Just a few more months B and you are on your way!!!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Hee-haw
One of the first "words" all of our kids said was "Hee-Haw" My Aunt Mary and Grammom did a mural on the nursery wall of Ireland landscape, which is absolutely beautiful. In the mural is a farm scene with a donkey in it. Whenever Sean sees it, he points it out to the kids and in his best donkey voice, does a very loud hee-haw. For some reason when the girls learn this sound, it is in the form a ee-then a sucked in with all their might-haw. It really was funny when Maura did it, but it is even funnier how they all do it.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Pre-K
So, this week Mo will be starting back to school. I have a Back to School night tonight (happy b-day to me!) and then she starts on Thursday. Since she only goes M-TH, she will only have one day this week. It is crazy how much "school" kids go to before they even go to school. I remember that Kindergarten was my first experience, and that of everyone in my neighborhood, with school. Maura will have been in some type of school for four years before Kindergarten even starts.
Good Luck tomorrow Maura. I hope you love your teacher, make great friends, and feel really confident in all you attempt!
Good Luck tomorrow Maura. I hope you love your teacher, make great friends, and feel really confident in all you attempt!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Dead Butterflies
Today we headed to an Arboretum near us with our playgroup. It was having a treehouse display that the kids could explore. The girls actually had a great time just running around and playing with their friends. Even B loved the freedom of just wandering.
There were hammocks to play in, turtles flipping on a log, treehouses to climb, mazes to explore...but the highlight of the day in our house was the dead butterfly they found on the trail. Such nature lovers.
There were hammocks to play in, turtles flipping on a log, treehouses to climb, mazes to explore...but the highlight of the day in our house was the dead butterfly they found on the trail. Such nature lovers.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Our fashionista
Mags is a bit, shall we say, picky, when picking out outfits for the day. She must, personally, go to her closet, look at all her dresses (she really refuses anything but dresses or pjs), and pick one. With Maura, she could care less what she is wearing, so that makes it extra weird with mags. We may go through 9 or 10 choices before she picks one.
Even after she finally picks one, she may decide to change her outfit multiple times before we leave the house. It is almost a given that by day's end she will have gone through at least 5 outfits. She even wants her panties to match her outfits, that means pantie changes are also common. It was quite cute, then laundry day comes... not so cute. Or, the melt down comes when the dress she wants is in the laundry... not pretty. I don't think Maura really even knows what clothes she owns... so not true of mags. She remembers.
She is also quick to comment on your outfit. "Are those new shoes Mommy?" "Why did you change your shirt?" She always compliments strangers and friends on their outfits.
When I bring home a bag of clothes (all too often) for the girls, Maura just looks at the bag and is annoyed if I ask her to try something on. She wants to hold it up against her and measure it. Mags will take everything out of the bag, ask who it is for and try it on. She even goes over to the counter, gets a chair to climb up on, gets on the counter, grabs scissors and cuts off the tag... not cool when I want to return something! Can't imagine the high school years if this keeps up!
Even after she finally picks one, she may decide to change her outfit multiple times before we leave the house. It is almost a given that by day's end she will have gone through at least 5 outfits. She even wants her panties to match her outfits, that means pantie changes are also common. It was quite cute, then laundry day comes... not so cute. Or, the melt down comes when the dress she wants is in the laundry... not pretty. I don't think Maura really even knows what clothes she owns... so not true of mags. She remembers.
She is also quick to comment on your outfit. "Are those new shoes Mommy?" "Why did you change your shirt?" She always compliments strangers and friends on their outfits.
When I bring home a bag of clothes (all too often) for the girls, Maura just looks at the bag and is annoyed if I ask her to try something on. She wants to hold it up against her and measure it. Mags will take everything out of the bag, ask who it is for and try it on. She even goes over to the counter, gets a chair to climb up on, gets on the counter, grabs scissors and cuts off the tag... not cool when I want to return something! Can't imagine the high school years if this keeps up!
Mommy Maura
The girls play house all the time. Somehow, Maura always gets to be the Mommy. Mags seems to go with it, so I do not intervene. When they first started playing and Mags would just call "Mommy" I would answer. She would say, "No, not you, Mommy Maura (or Mall-ya)." Now that is just what she calls her when they are palying house. It is too cute.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Too much vacation???
We just got back from a week long vacation at the Jersey shore. Every year Papa and Mimi rent a house in Avalon, and the whole O'Reilly crew heads down. We had a great time. The house was beautiful. It had a pool in the back yard which provided many hours of entertainment for the girls, and many minor heart attacks for me! From the top deck you had two beautiful views of the ocean. It was just a short walk to a nice wide beach. We were even close enough to walk into "town"... it was just great.
The kids had a blast. It was non-stop stimulation from the time they got up (at crack of dawn-thirty) until the time they went to bed (at way too late). They had so much fun playing with their cousins, from doctor, to house, to Olympic races. They really were non stop. B loved, loved the beach. She enjoyed playing (and eating) in the sand. She loved running toward the waves and chasing the seagulls. The first day we got there, Mags was a little afraid of the water, this wore off by the time Sean got to the beach 20 minutes later. Maura even rode a few waves!
We stayed around the house most of the time, and that was just fine with the girls. They loved watching the sun set and the moon rise from our deck. All the kids would chant together to get the seagulls to fly away. B was fascinated by the birds! B also learned to screech this past week. The first day she did it, she did it pretty much non stop. It was not fun, nor cute. Luckily she is! It has seemed to calm down a bit.
We went to the board walk one night. The girls loved the rides. We went in the huge feris wheel. I was a little nervous (okay real nervous) at the top, but they weren't. From the top of the ferris wheel they saw the log flume. It was a pretty big one, but they wanted to go on. Pat went on with L and C. Sean took our girls. As it was pulling out, Mags started screaming that she wanted to get off. We tried to get the operator's attention, but of course, he was not paying attention. Finally, Sean just put her on the platform, and we eventually got the guy to hand her over. She was flipping out. It took her a while to calm down, but all was well after a merry go round ride. The other kids loved it so much, they went back on it!! What dare devils! After some Kohr Bros ice cream, we headed home in a quiet car.
Mags napped most days. There was one day when she must have been either talking or moving, or both, at all times during the day. She did not stop at all. She was hysterical. I was waiting for the monster of melt downs that night, but surprisingly, it was not too bad (at least in my world). Mo did not nap at all. Well she fell asleep about 15 minutes from ocean city. When I was on the phone telling Sean she was asleep, she, with her head slouched over and her eyes closed, said "no I'm not." The wake up from that was not a pretty sight, but she eventually came around and had a great night. She really was non-stop. While all the other kids napped, she either swam, played with her toys, or went on errands (aka shopping) with Mommy or Mimi. She usually sleeps in in the morning, but did not this week. It was pretty hard to sleep in with all the people in the house. She really got by on much less sleep than normal. I am wondering if tomorrow will be the day she crashes until 10:00 am (or maybe I am dreaming!). Somehow, she really needs to catch up on sleep.
It is always sad when vacation is over. Packing up makes me sad, but it was nice coming home. Maura said last night... "I think I had too much vacation. I am happy to be home." I was happy too. The girls got along great last night. They gave a gymnastics/ballet show on thier stage (aka bench). We played on our bikes and scooters, and went for a walk. Bed time was a cinch (it wasn't always at the shore). And this morning when they woke up (still way too early) they just headed downstairs and read books. When I came down Maura said "See mom we came down stairs and stayed quiet so you wouldn't yell at us." Yell at you??? I never yell!
Welcome Home!
The kids had a blast. It was non-stop stimulation from the time they got up (at crack of dawn-thirty) until the time they went to bed (at way too late). They had so much fun playing with their cousins, from doctor, to house, to Olympic races. They really were non stop. B loved, loved the beach. She enjoyed playing (and eating) in the sand. She loved running toward the waves and chasing the seagulls. The first day we got there, Mags was a little afraid of the water, this wore off by the time Sean got to the beach 20 minutes later. Maura even rode a few waves!
We stayed around the house most of the time, and that was just fine with the girls. They loved watching the sun set and the moon rise from our deck. All the kids would chant together to get the seagulls to fly away. B was fascinated by the birds! B also learned to screech this past week. The first day she did it, she did it pretty much non stop. It was not fun, nor cute. Luckily she is! It has seemed to calm down a bit.
We went to the board walk one night. The girls loved the rides. We went in the huge feris wheel. I was a little nervous (okay real nervous) at the top, but they weren't. From the top of the ferris wheel they saw the log flume. It was a pretty big one, but they wanted to go on. Pat went on with L and C. Sean took our girls. As it was pulling out, Mags started screaming that she wanted to get off. We tried to get the operator's attention, but of course, he was not paying attention. Finally, Sean just put her on the platform, and we eventually got the guy to hand her over. She was flipping out. It took her a while to calm down, but all was well after a merry go round ride. The other kids loved it so much, they went back on it!! What dare devils! After some Kohr Bros ice cream, we headed home in a quiet car.
Mags napped most days. There was one day when she must have been either talking or moving, or both, at all times during the day. She did not stop at all. She was hysterical. I was waiting for the monster of melt downs that night, but surprisingly, it was not too bad (at least in my world). Mo did not nap at all. Well she fell asleep about 15 minutes from ocean city. When I was on the phone telling Sean she was asleep, she, with her head slouched over and her eyes closed, said "no I'm not." The wake up from that was not a pretty sight, but she eventually came around and had a great night. She really was non-stop. While all the other kids napped, she either swam, played with her toys, or went on errands (aka shopping) with Mommy or Mimi. She usually sleeps in in the morning, but did not this week. It was pretty hard to sleep in with all the people in the house. She really got by on much less sleep than normal. I am wondering if tomorrow will be the day she crashes until 10:00 am (or maybe I am dreaming!). Somehow, she really needs to catch up on sleep.
It is always sad when vacation is over. Packing up makes me sad, but it was nice coming home. Maura said last night... "I think I had too much vacation. I am happy to be home." I was happy too. The girls got along great last night. They gave a gymnastics/ballet show on thier stage (aka bench). We played on our bikes and scooters, and went for a walk. Bed time was a cinch (it wasn't always at the shore). And this morning when they woke up (still way too early) they just headed downstairs and read books. When I came down Maura said "See mom we came down stairs and stayed quiet so you wouldn't yell at us." Yell at you??? I never yell!
Welcome Home!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I'm in timeout!
I am not sure if timeouts work or not. I guess in a way they do; they separate the child from the bad behavior at that minute. However, I do know that my girls know when they are supposed to get them. Twice last week I heard Mags crying. I called in to see what was wrong. Mags informed me of the violation Mo had done to her, and I called Mo's name. She answered me, from the timeout couch!
The next time I heard a brunette crying, I saw a streak of a little blond girl go running toward the timeout couch.
last night I walked in the room to Mags slapping B with the ends to their foam mats. I yelled to Mags to stop. She does, looks at Mo and says, "We have to go to timeout." Mo drops her weapon and off they head to timeout!
How appropriate, as I sit here typing I hear Mags saying to Maura, "Go to timeout or say sorry!" It is not supposed to be an either or, but I will take what I can get.
The next time I heard a brunette crying, I saw a streak of a little blond girl go running toward the timeout couch.
last night I walked in the room to Mags slapping B with the ends to their foam mats. I yelled to Mags to stop. She does, looks at Mo and says, "We have to go to timeout." Mo drops her weapon and off they head to timeout!
How appropriate, as I sit here typing I hear Mags saying to Maura, "Go to timeout or say sorry!" It is not supposed to be an either or, but I will take what I can get.
Future Olympians
Yes, i think we have some future Olympians on our hands. Maura has been enthralled with the Olympics since they started. We watched the opening ceremony, complete with Chinese takeout and a tea party with the tea set Mimi and Papa just got the girls form China. On Saturday we headed to Chinatown to soak up the culture. This was not as excited as Mom thought it would be, however taking the train to get there was... good call dad!
The girls love watching gymnastics. They then put on their new leotards and throw their little bodies all over the place. Maura has declared that she is going to be on the Women's Gymnastics team.. the China one! I tried to convince her the US team would be great, but to no avail.
We just signed Mo up for her first "real" gymnastics class which will start in September. She was very excited to see the gym and all the equipment, even though she has been there before when I coached cheerleading. She is working hard on her cartwheel, and has informed me that she already knows how to do the balance "rope." mags started crying as soon as we walked in the gym; she will not be joining the class anytime soon.
The girls love watching gymnastics. They then put on their new leotards and throw their little bodies all over the place. Maura has declared that she is going to be on the Women's Gymnastics team.. the China one! I tried to convince her the US team would be great, but to no avail.
We just signed Mo up for her first "real" gymnastics class which will start in September. She was very excited to see the gym and all the equipment, even though she has been there before when I coached cheerleading. She is working hard on her cartwheel, and has informed me that she already knows how to do the balance "rope." mags started crying as soon as we walked in the gym; she will not be joining the class anytime soon.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
I don't want to grow up.
Every month on the girls' b-day, they get to pick dinner and dessert. So, for example, every 21st, Mo has her choice. We were just discussing how we will be at the shore for her month birthday this month, so she would be able to pick dinner for everyone there (Sean's whole family). She decided on "Shells." I thought it was a bit strange, until after mags and I harassing her with things like "you can't eat shells" she finally said, "there will be clams in them!" So my 3 year old wants clams for her birthday dinner!!
As we were talking I realized that this would be Mo's last "month b-day" this year. She will be 4 in September. I told her that. At first she was thrilled, then her face changed (note: I am watching all this in the rear view mirror of my Suburban) to a little sad. When questioned, she said, I don't want to turn four. I want to stay 3. I like being 3.
I like you being three too! Why do my babies have to grow up?
As we were talking I realized that this would be Mo's last "month b-day" this year. She will be 4 in September. I told her that. At first she was thrilled, then her face changed (note: I am watching all this in the rear view mirror of my Suburban) to a little sad. When questioned, she said, I don't want to turn four. I want to stay 3. I like being 3.
I like you being three too! Why do my babies have to grow up?
3...2...1
For a few months each years, my gals will be just one year apart (in number). Right now mo is 3; mags is 2, and b is 1. It is kind of interesting the reaction I get when people ask me their ages (and they always do) when I quickly tell them, 3,2,1. It will only be for a little while longer, but until then, it sure makes things simple.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
What a strange, strange day it's been
It was a day just like any other. We woke up around 8:00am, got dressed, had breakfast, went to the pool, met up with friends, ate lunch, went down for naps, etc, etc, but...
Well we did it all with no tantrums, no crying, very little arguing. It was weird. I kept waiting for the explosion. So far, so good. Sean has the girls up in baths, and it is even quiet up there. The girls swam with their friends at the pool great. When it was time to eat lunch they easily left the pool area and went to eat. And they actually ATE. Their whole meals. On the way home B fell asleep so I just carried her up to her crib. Mags asked for "one show" (which she always does) before nap. She watched two, but I was on the phone when it was over. She walked right by me and upstairs. I followed her up, and she was lying there with her paci in. When I asked what she was doing, she said taking a nap... and she did! She put herself down for a nap and stayed there for about a 3 hour nap! Mo and I colored and played hide and seek. When Mags woke up, they played together. Both of the older girls took turns playing nicely with B.
Yes, it was a wonderfully weird day. Would it be too much to ask to do it again tomorrow?
Well we did it all with no tantrums, no crying, very little arguing. It was weird. I kept waiting for the explosion. So far, so good. Sean has the girls up in baths, and it is even quiet up there. The girls swam with their friends at the pool great. When it was time to eat lunch they easily left the pool area and went to eat. And they actually ATE. Their whole meals. On the way home B fell asleep so I just carried her up to her crib. Mags asked for "one show" (which she always does) before nap. She watched two, but I was on the phone when it was over. She walked right by me and upstairs. I followed her up, and she was lying there with her paci in. When I asked what she was doing, she said taking a nap... and she did! She put herself down for a nap and stayed there for about a 3 hour nap! Mo and I colored and played hide and seek. When Mags woke up, they played together. Both of the older girls took turns playing nicely with B.
Yes, it was a wonderfully weird day. Would it be too much to ask to do it again tomorrow?
Sunday, July 27, 2008
They play so nicely together
Today the girls were out in the yard playing together. There was a lot of laughter and giggles. They came running in together to tell mommy and daddy what they had done... they were so proud. We, the proud parents waited to hear all about it.
They pretended they were Jameson and peed on the back patio. They made Daddy come out and see it. True enough, they had. Mo had just a little puddle, Mags was big. At least they are playing nicely together!
They pretended they were Jameson and peed on the back patio. They made Daddy come out and see it. True enough, they had. Mo had just a little puddle, Mags was big. At least they are playing nicely together!
Better than Disney World
What, you ask, could be better than Disney World? That would have to be a pretty fancy shmancy vacation... right? Well not to my girls. This weekend we drove up to the Poconos for a (basically free) weekend. We stayed at a Hampton in standard room, two queen beds and no refrigerator (and with a quick 90 minute tour, had it paid for). We drove up Friday (I picked Sean up from work at 4:00pm) and all the girls could talk about was the pool where you don't have to put sunblock on!! It had a small indoor pool at the hotel. As soon as we got there (already after dinner time) we had to put on our suits and hit the pool. After about an hour of jumping off the the side and doing the "back stroke" (they are really getting great at it), we headed to dinner. We ended up just getting takeout pizza because Mo said her belly hurt. She was crying and very sad. I was worried we might be spending alot of our vacation in the hotel, until Daddy showed up with the pizza and ice cream cones. All of a sudden, her belly did not hurt anymore! They got to eat dinner in bed. How cool is that?
Sleeping was even better. We all slept in the same room. Mags with Daddy; Mo with me, and B in her pac-n-play. After a few minutes of tears (from B) and giggles (from M&M) we settled in for a pretty long rest. We did not get up until after 8:00.
Breakfast (the free one) really was a hit. They had Fruit Loops and Apple Jacks. Maura got a box of each. She did not eat either; she just carried them everywhere she went for the next 24 hours. She was very protective of them. All this great stuff and we still did a water park, magic show, and Bushkill Falls (and of course, more pool time). The girls had an absolute blast. They were hoping when we got home we could all sleep in one room again. Not so fast, my friend. Tonight they were all put in their own beds. So far it is quiet up there. We will see.
Sleeping was even better. We all slept in the same room. Mags with Daddy; Mo with me, and B in her pac-n-play. After a few minutes of tears (from B) and giggles (from M&M) we settled in for a pretty long rest. We did not get up until after 8:00.
Breakfast (the free one) really was a hit. They had Fruit Loops and Apple Jacks. Maura got a box of each. She did not eat either; she just carried them everywhere she went for the next 24 hours. She was very protective of them. All this great stuff and we still did a water park, magic show, and Bushkill Falls (and of course, more pool time). The girls had an absolute blast. They were hoping when we got home we could all sleep in one room again. Not so fast, my friend. Tonight they were all put in their own beds. So far it is quiet up there. We will see.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Thanks girls
Thank you M, M & B for being so adaptable. It was so nice for Daddy and I to get to go away to celebrate our anniversary last night. You ladies stayed with Mimi and Papa and were "perfect angels" (Mimi always says that; I am not sure how true it always is.) You went to bed easily, slept all night and didn't get up till after 8. You didn't cry when you left mommy, in fact, you were thrilled to go. Yet, when you saw mommy for the first time again, you were excited and full of little questions (for example Mags said, "Where's my milk?). It really is nice to be able to go away without feeling guilty.
Daddy and I had a great time, and I am excited to get back to being your full time mommy again!
Daddy and I had a great time, and I am excited to get back to being your full time mommy again!
Monday, July 21, 2008
Happy Birthday B!
B turned 1 this week. She is just a sweet little baby who is turning into a fun little toddler. On Wednesday, her actual birthday, we had a little playgroup lunch in the park. It was nice to have her cousin Ryan there to celebrate. She loved her cookie cake. She also loved eating the sand... yuck.
That night for dinner the O'Reillys came over for dinner with Caitlin and Logan. We had another meal for B's birthday. We had lasagna.. one of her favorites. I debated between lasagna and Shepard's pie (she is in to the casserole type dishes). We had ice cream cupcakes for dessert. She devoured them! She was so lucky to celebrate with almost all her cousins on her actual birthday.
On Sunday we had her big birthday bash. I had it at a park down the street. It was supposed to be easy and casual, but easy and casual is not too easy for me to do. I have a problem with that. So we had around 40 people or so attend B's Bumble Bee party. It was complete with Bee cupcakes, hot dogs, popcorn machine, watermelon, and of course Popsicles (It was 96 degrees!) . Moon bounce, bee hive bean bag toss, duck pull, face painting, bee antennae for all the little ones, bug catchers as favors, and of course, the reason why I had it there in the first place, a playground and the biggest sandbox, ever!. We had a lot of fun despite the heat. B loved splashing in the duck game, and especially loved the cupcakes (she had two) and Popsicles. She was asleep as soon as we put her in the car, before we even pulled out of the driveway. After long naps for everyone (me included, the girls headed to the O'Reilly's for dinner and I headed to a dinner with girlfriends from playgroup to for Jenna's sprinkle. B (well, mo and mags) has been slowly opening all her gifts. I am not sure if she likes them, but M and M sure do! They now cannot wait until their birthdays! I am trying to convince myself to do small parties for the girls. They would be fine with it. I am the one with the problem!
Today B took a lot of steps all by herself! She is standing up from the floor very easily. The smile on her face when she does it is priceless. She is so darn proud. As are we. I love seeing her grow up each day (but not too fast) and turn into this sweet little girl with a big personality!
That night for dinner the O'Reillys came over for dinner with Caitlin and Logan. We had another meal for B's birthday. We had lasagna.. one of her favorites. I debated between lasagna and Shepard's pie (she is in to the casserole type dishes). We had ice cream cupcakes for dessert. She devoured them! She was so lucky to celebrate with almost all her cousins on her actual birthday.
On Sunday we had her big birthday bash. I had it at a park down the street. It was supposed to be easy and casual, but easy and casual is not too easy for me to do. I have a problem with that. So we had around 40 people or so attend B's Bumble Bee party. It was complete with Bee cupcakes, hot dogs, popcorn machine, watermelon, and of course Popsicles (It was 96 degrees!) . Moon bounce, bee hive bean bag toss, duck pull, face painting, bee antennae for all the little ones, bug catchers as favors, and of course, the reason why I had it there in the first place, a playground and the biggest sandbox, ever!. We had a lot of fun despite the heat. B loved splashing in the duck game, and especially loved the cupcakes (she had two) and Popsicles. She was asleep as soon as we put her in the car, before we even pulled out of the driveway. After long naps for everyone (me included, the girls headed to the O'Reilly's for dinner and I headed to a dinner with girlfriends from playgroup to for Jenna's sprinkle. B (well, mo and mags) has been slowly opening all her gifts. I am not sure if she likes them, but M and M sure do! They now cannot wait until their birthdays! I am trying to convince myself to do small parties for the girls. They would be fine with it. I am the one with the problem!
Today B took a lot of steps all by herself! She is standing up from the floor very easily. The smile on her face when she does it is priceless. She is so darn proud. As are we. I love seeing her grow up each day (but not too fast) and turn into this sweet little girl with a big personality!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
I can't believe it...
Just three more days until B's first birthday! What a sweetheart she is. She is standing for longer periods of time. And the other day she even took a step towards Sean during bedtime books. I am excited to get to know her little personality as it is coming out more and more everyday.
Sometimes when Maura gets a little frustrated or overwhelmed (or just plain mad) she will say "I don't want to be a sister anymore." Of course I quickly remind her how much she loves her sisters and how lucky she is. Mags says "You be nice to me, I your sister", but honestly, I can see how it can be frustrating... to ALWAYS have to share, your toys, your books, your mom, your room, your time... everything. I don't blame her for getting frustrated. But, I am also 99.7% sure they are really going to appreciate each other when they get older. I really do pray all the time that they will form a bond that will help them appreciate what they have for their whole lifetime.
I sure do love those little girls, and I can't wait to meet the next one!!
Sometimes when Maura gets a little frustrated or overwhelmed (or just plain mad) she will say "I don't want to be a sister anymore." Of course I quickly remind her how much she loves her sisters and how lucky she is. Mags says "You be nice to me, I your sister", but honestly, I can see how it can be frustrating... to ALWAYS have to share, your toys, your books, your mom, your room, your time... everything. I don't blame her for getting frustrated. But, I am also 99.7% sure they are really going to appreciate each other when they get older. I really do pray all the time that they will form a bond that will help them appreciate what they have for their whole lifetime.
I sure do love those little girls, and I can't wait to meet the next one!!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Cruising along
B will be 1 year old a week from tomorrow. It always goes so darn fast (and then painfully slow at times too). But I can't believe she will be a year old. She really is turning into a cutie too.
She was always a great baby. She rarely cried, slept well, ate well, smiled on command. Now, she still does all those things but with a little of her personality coming out. She is such a little flirt. She smiles at just the right time, to whoever is looking at her. If you aren't paying close enough attention to her, she'll throw her hands in the air so you will say "Who is so big." Out comes the biggest smile. She is really getting around, and fast. If you turn your head for a minute (which I do all the time) she is probably upstairs or on her way up. She even climbs up the slide!! And pretty well too.
She says uh oh, but mostly sounds like some ancient dinosaur I can't spell. Lots of high pitched happy squeals. She loves her sisters, who most of the time treat her well. Sometimes it is hard to understand why she just crawled over the puzzle you worked for the last half hour on and broke it all up. Understandable.
I really hope b keeps this great personality. I think she will be a happy person if she does. Although i must note she has a bit of the Irish temper. If she is on her way to get something and you a) close the gate b) pick it up, she will a) stop in her tracks b) scream. But she is easily distracted, so that is good.
B will be having a Bee first birthday party on the 20th at a local park. I have been working on it for a month now. I hope it turns out nice and does not rain! Not that she'll know. But she will see pictures when she is older.
She was always a great baby. She rarely cried, slept well, ate well, smiled on command. Now, she still does all those things but with a little of her personality coming out. She is such a little flirt. She smiles at just the right time, to whoever is looking at her. If you aren't paying close enough attention to her, she'll throw her hands in the air so you will say "Who is so big." Out comes the biggest smile. She is really getting around, and fast. If you turn your head for a minute (which I do all the time) she is probably upstairs or on her way up. She even climbs up the slide!! And pretty well too.
She says uh oh, but mostly sounds like some ancient dinosaur I can't spell. Lots of high pitched happy squeals. She loves her sisters, who most of the time treat her well. Sometimes it is hard to understand why she just crawled over the puzzle you worked for the last half hour on and broke it all up. Understandable.
I really hope b keeps this great personality. I think she will be a happy person if she does. Although i must note she has a bit of the Irish temper. If she is on her way to get something and you a) close the gate b) pick it up, she will a) stop in her tracks b) scream. But she is easily distracted, so that is good.
B will be having a Bee first birthday party on the 20th at a local park. I have been working on it for a month now. I hope it turns out nice and does not rain! Not that she'll know. But she will see pictures when she is older.
Just like her dad
Sean is always telling me to use my mirrors when I am backing out of somewhere. I prefer someone, preferably not in the car, to tell me how much room I have. Mind you we have one of the biggest cars out there right now, a Suburban! (Note, today I filled up my gas tank for $113.00)
The other day I was backing out of the driveway. Sean was in the front yard with Mo and B. I asked him how much room I had before I plowed over the car parked in the street. Maura perks up "Use your mirrors, Mom." Just as I do with Sean, I made an excuse about not being able to see out of it. She said "Not that one mom; the other one (passenger side)."
She was right.
The other day I was backing out of the driveway. Sean was in the front yard with Mo and B. I asked him how much room I had before I plowed over the car parked in the street. Maura perks up "Use your mirrors, Mom." Just as I do with Sean, I made an excuse about not being able to see out of it. She said "Not that one mom; the other one (passenger side)."
She was right.
Chore Etiquette
The other day I was mopping the kitchen floor, something I must do a lot now that B is on the go. Maura wanted to help. She took the mop form me and began going over what I had already done. I kept telling her to come do this side. She would come over for a minute then back to the already done side. We had friends on their way over, so I was in a bit of a time crunch. After politley reminding her a few (hundred) times, she stops what she is doing looks right at me and says:
"Mom, I don't bother you when you are mopping the floor, do I?"
"Mom, I don't bother you when you are mopping the floor, do I?"
Mags is hanging with the big girls
This week Maura and Maggie are both in a summer camp. It is through the township and is designed for children 3-5. Last year Mo did it when she was almost three. This year Mags is doing it too. Even though they are only 13 months apart Mags seems much younger then Mo did this time last year. She just is much more needy and , well, just a lot less independent. I signed her up thinking, why not; Mo did it last year and if I am already driving Mo there, why not (same reason she went to swim boot camp? This past weekend I was really regretting my decision, both for Maggie's and for the teacher's sake. She is not ready, I thought. She'll need her milk at snack, they give juice; she does not like juice. I thought about going into a litany of things for the teacher of her quirks and my concerns, but I did not.
I am glad I did not. She did great. Without prompting, the teacher came over and told me how impressed she was with Mags. She could not believe she was so potty trained, put on her own shoes, and basically kept up with the older kids. I was relieved, impressed and proud.
We walked to the car, Mags started yelling "milk." I gave her her milk (I brought one knowing she would need it).She then screamed at me that she wanted her "wa wa." She basically broke down less then 15 feet from camp. I guess acting like a big girl really took a lot out of her.
The girls have been back every day this week and love it. No tears or even hesitation and drop off. It is amazing to see how they are growing up. I remember last year when I would drop Mo off she would call me back 10 times to "see this" or "tell me something." This year, I think if she could unbuckle her car seat (she can officially buckle herself in!!!) she would just jump out and go. They have the rest of this week and next. Hope it goes as smoothly.
I am glad I did not. She did great. Without prompting, the teacher came over and told me how impressed she was with Mags. She could not believe she was so potty trained, put on her own shoes, and basically kept up with the older kids. I was relieved, impressed and proud.
We walked to the car, Mags started yelling "milk." I gave her her milk (I brought one knowing she would need it).She then screamed at me that she wanted her "wa wa." She basically broke down less then 15 feet from camp. I guess acting like a big girl really took a lot out of her.
The girls have been back every day this week and love it. No tears or even hesitation and drop off. It is amazing to see how they are growing up. I remember last year when I would drop Mo off she would call me back 10 times to "see this" or "tell me something." This year, I think if she could unbuckle her car seat (she can officially buckle herself in!!!) she would just jump out and go. They have the rest of this week and next. Hope it goes as smoothly.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Happy Independence Day!
We had a great fourth of July weekend. We were home the whole weekend, but had lots to do. On Friday our neighborhood had the annual parade and picnic. The kids decorate their bikes/wagons/scooters, etc. and walk around the neighborhood with a firetruck escort. Mo decorated her bike and mags decorated her scooter. She was very cute when I asked her if she wanted to decorate her tricycle or scooter. She chose the scooter because she could do that herself (the tricycle has a bar that we can push her on) and she wanted to be a big girl in the parade. Isabel and Chloe came over and we headed up for the parade. As soon as the parade started we lost Mo and Isabel. They were right up front behind the firetruck. They rode the whole way by themselves. Mags needed a little more help. we stayed for a little for moonbounces and games. We then headed back for naps.
That evening we went to Aronimink for the big picnic. More moonbounces, face painting, cotton candy, popcorn, ice cream, light up jewelry, dancing, and, unfortunately, RAIN. Luckily they had put a tent up so we stayed dry while the girls got soaked running around in the rain. They had a ball and literally just rain around silly in the rain for about 30 minutes until i bribed them in with dessert. Then out they went again. The rain stopped for a bit and the fireworks still went off. We were doubtful. Sean wanted to call it a night around 7:00pm. But at 10:00 when we were pulling out of the driveway, we were glad we held out. B LOVED the fireworks. She watched them in total awe. I remember this time last year thinking I would have a baby any minute. B made us wait a little longer then we expected, but I would willingly do it again if I had a guarantee that this next baby would be just as good as B.
Saturday Sean golfed in the morning and the girls and i hung out around the house. They were very cute playing together. Maura and Maggie actually cleaned up the toys that were scattered all over the room... on their own, without being asked. it was a big task too. I was very proud. And pleased, as I did not have to do it now.
That evening we went to the Phillies game with the Smiths. The girls had a ball again. The ran around the suite playing mermaid, watched the game a bit, and got the biggest ice cream sundae ever! In a Phillies Phanantic bowl! We arrived home at midnight. The girls were great.
The next morning Mags and B got up around 9:15 and Mo slept till after 10. Needless to say, we missed 9:30 mass. We headed to church at Saint Norberts to surprise Mimi. We ended up spending the whole day there. We did crash the neighbors pool. The girls had a ball. Mo jumped off the diving board a lot. Mags practiced her floating. I tried to use this opportunity to get mo to join me in my quest for a pool in the backyard (Sean is totally against it). I said "Gee Maura, wouldn't it be great to have a pool in our yard. We'll have to ask Daddy for one." She replied "We do have a pool Mom." She's right. I did buy a pretty fancy blow up pool at BJs last week. I felt a little spoiled! I went shoe shopping with B and worked on favors for her party. We got home around 8:00pm and straight to bed. This morning the girls got up and went to camp... a great weekend!
That evening we went to Aronimink for the big picnic. More moonbounces, face painting, cotton candy, popcorn, ice cream, light up jewelry, dancing, and, unfortunately, RAIN. Luckily they had put a tent up so we stayed dry while the girls got soaked running around in the rain. They had a ball and literally just rain around silly in the rain for about 30 minutes until i bribed them in with dessert. Then out they went again. The rain stopped for a bit and the fireworks still went off. We were doubtful. Sean wanted to call it a night around 7:00pm. But at 10:00 when we were pulling out of the driveway, we were glad we held out. B LOVED the fireworks. She watched them in total awe. I remember this time last year thinking I would have a baby any minute. B made us wait a little longer then we expected, but I would willingly do it again if I had a guarantee that this next baby would be just as good as B.
Saturday Sean golfed in the morning and the girls and i hung out around the house. They were very cute playing together. Maura and Maggie actually cleaned up the toys that were scattered all over the room... on their own, without being asked. it was a big task too. I was very proud. And pleased, as I did not have to do it now.
That evening we went to the Phillies game with the Smiths. The girls had a ball again. The ran around the suite playing mermaid, watched the game a bit, and got the biggest ice cream sundae ever! In a Phillies Phanantic bowl! We arrived home at midnight. The girls were great.
The next morning Mags and B got up around 9:15 and Mo slept till after 10. Needless to say, we missed 9:30 mass. We headed to church at Saint Norberts to surprise Mimi. We ended up spending the whole day there. We did crash the neighbors pool. The girls had a ball. Mo jumped off the diving board a lot. Mags practiced her floating. I tried to use this opportunity to get mo to join me in my quest for a pool in the backyard (Sean is totally against it). I said "Gee Maura, wouldn't it be great to have a pool in our yard. We'll have to ask Daddy for one." She replied "We do have a pool Mom." She's right. I did buy a pretty fancy blow up pool at BJs last week. I felt a little spoiled! I went shoe shopping with B and worked on favors for her party. We got home around 8:00pm and straight to bed. This morning the girls got up and went to camp... a great weekend!
Thursday, July 3, 2008
I heart prunes!
When the girls were little and got constipated I would give them prune juice. For some odd reason, they all liked it. Mo must have misheard me one day and called it "poopy juice." So, obviously, that is what we call it now. Well, when the poopy juice got too messy (it stains) and the girls could chew bigger foods, I bought actual prunes. They like them too, sometimes too much.
When one of the girls is on the toilet and having a hard time pooping, they call me in there, tell me of their woes, and ask for a prune. It is a great talisman. I bring it in, no sooner, they are pooping. Sometimes they don't even put it in their mouth yet and it works. The other day Jameson went in and stole Mo's prune, luckily he doesn't like them (that could be messy) and somehow, Mo still pooped within seconds.
When one of the girls is on the toilet and having a hard time pooping, they call me in there, tell me of their woes, and ask for a prune. It is a great talisman. I bring it in, no sooner, they are pooping. Sometimes they don't even put it in their mouth yet and it works. The other day Jameson went in and stole Mo's prune, luckily he doesn't like them (that could be messy) and somehow, Mo still pooped within seconds.
Not following the rule...
I made a rule in our house... only one child can cry at a time (I know, I laugh at myself just reading it). I read it in a magazine, and that mother said it worked. Of course her kids weren't 3, 2 and 1. Every once in a while two will be crying and I will remind them of the rule and one will get annoyed, but will stop and wait a minute, then ask, "Is it my turn yet?"
Well today, no one followed the rule. I think it started with Maura, B joined in. Mo stopped, Mags started up, B continued, Maura jumped back on, Mags again, still B is going. I tried to remind them of the rule. In calm times both Mo and mags can repeat it. No one seemed to remember. I did what any good mother would.. I joined them!!
Well today, no one followed the rule. I think it started with Maura, B joined in. Mo stopped, Mags started up, B continued, Maura jumped back on, Mags again, still B is going. I tried to remind them of the rule. In calm times both Mo and mags can repeat it. No one seemed to remember. I did what any good mother would.. I joined them!!
Let's Rock and Roll
Whenever i am ready to go somewhere and head out the door, I say "Let's Rock and Roll." (Thanks Dad) I am sure it is annoying, but i do not even notice it, that was until one of my little mimickers mimicked me. Mags says it all the time now. From her it is indeed very cute. She'll put on her shoes, pick up her milk (and doll, and bear, and book, and whatever other 20 things she decides she needs to bring with us) and say "Rock and Roll." It really is quite charming.
In other rocking news B is at the stage where she climbs UP on everything. I am not sure this is a stage ALL 11 month olds go through, but all my 11 month olds have. B will climb on to the kid size picnic table. The stands on the "sit" of the sit-n-stand. She was standing in the doll stroller in the basement today. And the standard O'Reilly gal move, today the was trying to get up on the rocking chair. Each girl has stood on the chair backward and rocked. They sometimes rock pretty darn hard too.
Let's Rock and Roll!
In other rocking news B is at the stage where she climbs UP on everything. I am not sure this is a stage ALL 11 month olds go through, but all my 11 month olds have. B will climb on to the kid size picnic table. The stands on the "sit" of the sit-n-stand. She was standing in the doll stroller in the basement today. And the standard O'Reilly gal move, today the was trying to get up on the rocking chair. Each girl has stood on the chair backward and rocked. They sometimes rock pretty darn hard too.
Let's Rock and Roll!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Maura's away; Maggie will play.
This weekend Maura went camping with my parents. She has been gone since around noon on Friday. I have talked to her and my parents a few times, sounds like they are having a ball.You know who else is having a ball? Maggie.
Usually Maggie is a little shy when she goes somewhere new or sees new people (or sometimes even people she sees all the time). Sean and I learned that it may just be that she has her big sister to blame. Maggie was great this weekend. Her tantrums were cut in half. She was so funny and so outgoing. We went to my Aunt Therese's house yesterday. Before we went I was thinking about how long it would take Maggie to get off my lap and be comfortable. Well, I was shocked. She did her usual commentary in the car on the way to Delaware, and really never stopped. She was happy to see everyone; made herself comfy, especially in the pool, and was showing Gabriella (whose g-mom's house it is) all around. Even "sharing" her own toys with her. I loved it.
She did say she missed her, eventually, but on Sunday when I asked her if she missed Mo. She said, "No, not really." I am glad we had the time to see Mags shine for a few days.
Usually Maggie is a little shy when she goes somewhere new or sees new people (or sometimes even people she sees all the time). Sean and I learned that it may just be that she has her big sister to blame. Maggie was great this weekend. Her tantrums were cut in half. She was so funny and so outgoing. We went to my Aunt Therese's house yesterday. Before we went I was thinking about how long it would take Maggie to get off my lap and be comfortable. Well, I was shocked. She did her usual commentary in the car on the way to Delaware, and really never stopped. She was happy to see everyone; made herself comfy, especially in the pool, and was showing Gabriella (whose g-mom's house it is) all around. Even "sharing" her own toys with her. I loved it.
She did say she missed her, eventually, but on Sunday when I asked her if she missed Mo. She said, "No, not really." I am glad we had the time to see Mags shine for a few days.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
What a weekend...
I recently heard someone refer to a "stay-cation." A vacation where you do not necessarily leave town, but do lots of cool stuff with home as your homebase. I think our weekend would qualify as that.
On Friday we went to the zoo. Now a day at the zoo is not so exciting for my girls, as they do that all the time, but this was a night. Tim's firm rented the zoo for the night. It is great. All the little "extras" (face painting, swan rides, pony rides) were included. Maura, literally, would get off the pony at the exit, run 20 feet to the entrance, beating the pony there, and hop on again. She did this for about 20 minutes. Live it up, because momma ain't paying $5.00 for you to go 50 yards on a pony. Mags did it around 3 times, but her love for the ride was not quite as strong, although she really looked like a natural on the horse. Sue could not get over it.
The girls got their faces painted. Mags wanted to be a butterfly. It was awesome. B got some flowers on her cheek. Maura wanted to be spider man??? I tried to talk her out of it... a princess, a butterfly, a bunny? Nope, she wanted spiderman. The girl did "spidergirl" for her. It was pink and black with some sparkles. She LOVED it. She also loved telling people she was a girl spider man. We stayed till around 8:30 and everyone did great 94% of the time. B wants to move and crawl at all times. being that the zoo floor is probably not the best place for her to crawl around, she was a little restless.
Sunday we went to a minor league Phillies games. It was fun, again, not so much for B, as baseball bleachers are not the best place to crawl around. Maggie was thrilled to climb up the moonbounce slide, but not as thrilled to come down. Sean had to go up and rescue her. We made it through the whole game with no ice cream or treats. i am not sure who was more disappointed, the girls or mommy!
Monday, Sean had off from work (one day between jobs) and we went to Dutch Wonderland. I love it there. It is clean, the rides are perfect for their age, and lots of shade. Luckily, my mom offered to watch b while we went (Amusement park grounds are also not the best place for little ones to crawl... really where is?). We stayed until about 3:30 and with just minor conflicts (Sean telling mo to tell them she was 2 if they asked... she was not happy about this), all was great! The girls had fun together, and we had fun watching them have fun. This day ended with ice cream. That made all us girls happy. Mags was asleep in about 10 minutes, Maura watched Frosty AGAIN, and b had a great time with Oba. Overall a perfect weekend. Back to the "grind" today. Thank goodness it is a short week... and so is next week. 4th of July!
On Friday we went to the zoo. Now a day at the zoo is not so exciting for my girls, as they do that all the time, but this was a night. Tim's firm rented the zoo for the night. It is great. All the little "extras" (face painting, swan rides, pony rides) were included. Maura, literally, would get off the pony at the exit, run 20 feet to the entrance, beating the pony there, and hop on again. She did this for about 20 minutes. Live it up, because momma ain't paying $5.00 for you to go 50 yards on a pony. Mags did it around 3 times, but her love for the ride was not quite as strong, although she really looked like a natural on the horse. Sue could not get over it.
The girls got their faces painted. Mags wanted to be a butterfly. It was awesome. B got some flowers on her cheek. Maura wanted to be spider man??? I tried to talk her out of it... a princess, a butterfly, a bunny? Nope, she wanted spiderman. The girl did "spidergirl" for her. It was pink and black with some sparkles. She LOVED it. She also loved telling people she was a girl spider man. We stayed till around 8:30 and everyone did great 94% of the time. B wants to move and crawl at all times. being that the zoo floor is probably not the best place for her to crawl around, she was a little restless.
Sunday we went to a minor league Phillies games. It was fun, again, not so much for B, as baseball bleachers are not the best place to crawl around. Maggie was thrilled to climb up the moonbounce slide, but not as thrilled to come down. Sean had to go up and rescue her. We made it through the whole game with no ice cream or treats. i am not sure who was more disappointed, the girls or mommy!
Monday, Sean had off from work (one day between jobs) and we went to Dutch Wonderland. I love it there. It is clean, the rides are perfect for their age, and lots of shade. Luckily, my mom offered to watch b while we went (Amusement park grounds are also not the best place for little ones to crawl... really where is?). We stayed until about 3:30 and with just minor conflicts (Sean telling mo to tell them she was 2 if they asked... she was not happy about this), all was great! The girls had fun together, and we had fun watching them have fun. This day ended with ice cream. That made all us girls happy. Mags was asleep in about 10 minutes, Maura watched Frosty AGAIN, and b had a great time with Oba. Overall a perfect weekend. Back to the "grind" today. Thank goodness it is a short week... and so is next week. 4th of July!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Not to brag, but...
My girls are doing awesome at swim lessons. As I said before, the most important (for my own sensibility) thing is that they are not crying/screaming/grabbing etc. at drop off. They willingly go to their lessons. But I will tell you what, they are pretty darn good in the water too.
Maura has been jumping off the side (with either a little "push" from a teacher, or holding on to one hand of her teacher.. who promptly lets her go and fend for herself) and swimming to side for a while now. Today she jumped in a couple of times all by herself. That was a major fear of hers. Way to go Mo!! She is so good at swimming right back to the top and over to the side.
Yesterday, Maggie started jumping off the side and swimming to the top and side by herself... She is only 2!!! Her first jump was quite comical, as she tried to lay on the floor to get away from her coach but rolled right off the side, down a foot to the lower floor. I saw another coach go over to "help" her. I thought he might comfort her/talk to her/see how she was. He just dropped her in the water. I guess after that, she figured it would be easier to do it herself. Mags is the only on in her class doing the jump, so I know it is not that typical. Did I mention the side is about 2-3 feet above the water line? I definitely would not have done that at Mags or Mo's age. I was a bit of a wimp when it came to swimming and getting my face wet. Still am.
And poor B, not the most fun way to spend your morning. She just wants to crawl around and move, but the wet, dirty bleacher floors is not the ideal place to be. She will be very happy when this whole thing is over. I must admit, I will be a little happy too. The drive and everyday-ness of it was a bit much. I cannot imagine when the girls go to school everyday. I do not know if I have it in me. Tomorrow they get their "report cards" to see if they pass or not. We'll see!!
Maura has been jumping off the side (with either a little "push" from a teacher, or holding on to one hand of her teacher.. who promptly lets her go and fend for herself) and swimming to side for a while now. Today she jumped in a couple of times all by herself. That was a major fear of hers. Way to go Mo!! She is so good at swimming right back to the top and over to the side.
Yesterday, Maggie started jumping off the side and swimming to the top and side by herself... She is only 2!!! Her first jump was quite comical, as she tried to lay on the floor to get away from her coach but rolled right off the side, down a foot to the lower floor. I saw another coach go over to "help" her. I thought he might comfort her/talk to her/see how she was. He just dropped her in the water. I guess after that, she figured it would be easier to do it herself. Mags is the only on in her class doing the jump, so I know it is not that typical. Did I mention the side is about 2-3 feet above the water line? I definitely would not have done that at Mags or Mo's age. I was a bit of a wimp when it came to swimming and getting my face wet. Still am.
And poor B, not the most fun way to spend your morning. She just wants to crawl around and move, but the wet, dirty bleacher floors is not the ideal place to be. She will be very happy when this whole thing is over. I must admit, I will be a little happy too. The drive and everyday-ness of it was a bit much. I cannot imagine when the girls go to school everyday. I do not know if I have it in me. Tomorrow they get their "report cards" to see if they pass or not. We'll see!!
Monday, June 16, 2008
Snaggle tooth
B finally got a top tooth. Unfortunately it is not one of her two center teeth. It is her eye tooth. Not only was it painful (for everyone) coming in, I would imagine it looks pretty funny. I have to imagine it, because B will NOT let me look at it, and her top lip never goes anywhere, so the only way I know she has it is by touch.
Happy fathers Day, Dad.
On Sunday morning, Maura walked into our room at 8:15 am, (thanks for sleeping in) and the first thing she said was "Happy Fathers Day, Dad." No prompting. No reminders. No bribing. I was impressed.
Swim Baby Swim
Swim Boot Camp is half way through. Let me say it is like going to watch a little miracle happen every day. The girls started off with zero swimming skills. Maura had just started to put her face "under" water without crying. Maggie was more of a dare devil, but had no "swimming" abilities.
Maura now jumps off the side (holding one hand of her instructor, who promptly lets go) goes under, touches bottom, bobs back up and swims to the side. When they "swim" in this class, they float on their backs. Maura also gets flipped, picked up and dropped and dunked by her teacher the whole time, and just bobs back to her back and keeps on floating.
Maggie can "float" on her own both lengths of the pool. The teacher said she is doing great. By watching the other 2 year olds in the class, I can tell she is really progressing.
The best part is, they are not crying at all when I drop them off. All around them there are kids crying and screaming, and they have managed to "be brave" and make it through with no tears (there were tears for a few days with Maggie in the beginning). I was a little nervous this class would prove to be a waste of time and once again I got "peer pressured" into doing something, but I totally think it was worth while (and worth the money).
Maura now jumps off the side (holding one hand of her instructor, who promptly lets go) goes under, touches bottom, bobs back up and swims to the side. When they "swim" in this class, they float on their backs. Maura also gets flipped, picked up and dropped and dunked by her teacher the whole time, and just bobs back to her back and keeps on floating.
Maggie can "float" on her own both lengths of the pool. The teacher said she is doing great. By watching the other 2 year olds in the class, I can tell she is really progressing.
The best part is, they are not crying at all when I drop them off. All around them there are kids crying and screaming, and they have managed to "be brave" and make it through with no tears (there were tears for a few days with Maggie in the beginning). I was a little nervous this class would prove to be a waste of time and once again I got "peer pressured" into doing something, but I totally think it was worth while (and worth the money).
Monday, June 9, 2008
Quite the Entertainer
B is quite the entertainer. She loves attention, especially applause! While Sue's sisters were in town this weekend she was the hit of the show. They would say "B is so big". She would throw her hands up and smile. She would them look around at everyone to make sure they were looking at her, and they were giving her the proper applause and cheers. If you weren't excited enough, she kind of just looked at you until you acted appropriately. She was doing "frog" and "dog" in baby signs. She also very clearly did milk at dinner when she had eaten all her food. When I brought in her milk, she was very happy.
She is quite the cutie. Always smiling, pulling up an everything, and taking steps behind the walker. What a big girl...
Applause please!
She is quite the cutie. Always smiling, pulling up an everything, and taking steps behind the walker. What a big girl...
Applause please!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)