Friday, November 28, 2008
Then, 5 minutes later, we watched my belly roll as he flipped back to the way he had been.
(At least I know he CAN turn the right way if he wants to!)
Front of card:
(2 weeks ago Sammy surprised me by writing short words for my mom & dad on his MagnaDoodle. I had no idea he could write letters! Now he can apparently write any word you spell for him!)
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
I have to go in for checkups every 2 weeks now. We should schedule a hospital tour some time soon, too, since we will be delivering at the new hospital and not the one we're used to.
My parents came and went and it was nice to have them here. They were so super-helpful! I wish they could have stayed longer. They will be back in Jan, though, and it will probably be even more helpful to have them then than it was this time.
My brother and I came to terms and the basement is nearly done. I'm talking it needs 6' of baseboards, a transition from the laminate to tile, and a couple of very minor repairs, and it will be ALL DONE.
My kids are big and imaginiative and a joy to watch, and very helpful with picking up things off the floor and handing them to me since I can't bend over and getting up from squatting takes 100x more effort than just stepping over whatever it is. I wish I had the energy to play something other than board games with them.
I keep having nightmares/scary thoughts about bedrest and hospitalization. No reason for them, except my own fear of how ultra-chaotic things would be while I was not available, and the mess I'd have to deal with when I got back...
I still get severe reflux whenever I think of the Pres-Elect's ideas on how to run this country. I should have remained my usual political ostritch self. It was hard, though, with such an historic race. Despite my misgivings about his agenda, I have to say I am thrilled to see a black family headed for the White House. I also feel really stupid that, for a few minutes until I realized what was really going on, I was excited to see Louisiana vote so overwhelmingly Republican that I actually thought about moving back there. (All the racial prejudice is THE #1 thing I do not miss about living there. So much so that anything else I don't miss about living there is not even worth mentioning.)
I have been totally vegetating this week. My friend Amanda says, "No, you're GESTATING." I like that. At least it sounds like I'm doing SOMETHING...
Sunday, November 02, 2008
I only intended to nurse Sammy up to 12m in the beginning, and not one day past that, but obviously changed my mind along the way. Due to my own food intolerances and all the things I had to cut out of my diet for a year and a half to even get pregnant, I was adamant not to give him (or any other baby of mine) any formula. It was as much a gut feeling as anything else, but it turned out to be the right decision for him, as he is allergic to both milk and now soy, too. (The hospital did give him some formula after birth for low blood sugar. This caused him to not want to nurse at all for the first 24+ hours, and projectile vomit the contents of his stomach about 12 hours later. That only reconfirmed my decision never to let him have formula.)
I have struggled with forcing him to wean from the time I was pg with Katie. The older he got, the more I struggled with it. It had nothing to do with the pressure and negative comments I got from both people close to me and people who should have kept their opinions to themselves. It was really all about my own unenjoyment of nursing at that point. I have a friend who says her favorite age to nurse a kid is 2-3. I can not relate to that at all. I loved nursing my babies. I never loved nursing my toddlers, except for the instant meltdown-calming effects. It did not physically bother me to nurse 1 year old Katie as much as it did 1 year old Sammy. (I think because her back teeth do not have as many enamel problems as his.) But by the time Katie turned 2, I was near ready for her to wean, too.
I did try to force Sammy to wean at some point in the last year. It must have been in the late April and May timeframe. He was only nursing at bedtime, nursing him has never been comfortable since he got molars (and he got them early!), and it just seemed like a good idea for my own sanity. (I later found out I was pregnant, and must have been having a natural aversion reaction to nursing.) It actually turned out to be a terrible idea. We had some semi-serious behavior issues pop up, related to what must have been him feeling rejected. I had to re-read Mothering Your Nursing Toddler, give him lots of extra love and attention in other ways, and just endure what little nursing he was doing for the sake of his healthy emotional development. Luckily, I didn't have to endure it for too long. Unlike the other time I nursed him while pregnant, this time he was old enough to understand that his nursing was hurting me, and big enough to realize that he didn't really need to nurse but a minute or two (or sometimes 10 seconds!) to get whatever emotional connection/comfort he was looking for. Then it was less than 3.5 months to the time he nursed for the very last time. I'm not even entirely sure when that was... (That was a loooong 3.5 months, though! Nursing while pregnant is not exactly fun.)
Sometimes I think I "stuck to my beliefs" out of sheer laziness. It was much easier to let them nurse to sleep than try to change our bedtime habits. Or let them nurse to calm down instead of trying to substitute some other, unfamiliar comfort. Other times it really was that IN THEORY I totally agreed with the child-led weaning philosophy. And even though the in practice part of it was very hard on me, I still persevered. And just waited for them to be finished. (Both with that session, and with nursing altogether.)
So, yes, it is definitely okay to feel "waivery." I felt it nearly every day for the past 1.5-2 years. I think as long as you are basing your decisions on what is logically the best choice for you and your nursling and the rest of your family - not your emotions of the moment - then that is the best you can do. For everyone involved.
So the year of wishing they would hurry up already, rethinking my AP-style/let them figure out when they are ready to do it weaning strategy... I endured it! And it worked! (Just not on MY timeline...) AND, my prediction that they would wean about the same time, was pretty close to accurate.
Now if only they would start using the potty. Not that I want to rush them into growing up. I just am being selfish and totally not looking forward to 3 in diapers. Although the way Katie is going, it may only be 2 in diapers by Jan. Or maybe I'll do EC with this baby, just so it's not 3. (Doubt it, though. I am too lazy and too schedule-challenged!)
If you can focus on doing only ONE thing in your life - and that ONE thing is to do the Will of God for you - then everything else becomes simple. You are not to do 100 things to day - you are to do ONE thing - God's requests to you - which manifest themselves at each moment.
(P.S. MamaE, was that you posting about keeping house with no electricity?)
Eventually I start feel tired, realize the sun's about to come up, or that it already is coming up, and go back to bed. I get maybe an hour of sleep before the little early bird cheerfully wakes me up.
OTOH, maybe it's a good thing that I'm up, because otherwise I might not know that not only does this baby pass his kick counts, but at 3 a.m. he does it in 3 minutes or less!
House it goin'?
Katie's current favorite joke:
Don' cry. 'S'only a knock knock joke!
My current favorite joke that I learned from Sammy:
Choo choo? Are you a train?
Saturday, November 01, 2008
I am waffling between the bedroom in the new basement, and the big dining room on the main floor. The main floor would be better for hosting crops, and working in spurts while I'm working on other things like cooking dinner. But it would be bad because there's not enough storage space for everything in the sideboard, and one of my goals for that room is to have it pretty sparsely decorated like it used to be (before all the stuff from the basement got moved into it). And I run the risk of yet another thing that won't get picked up from my dining room table. If I set up downstairs, I can get pegboards and other wall storage. But then my stuff will get dusty. But I will be closer to where the kids are likely to be playing. But if I host crops (which I want to do, and already have at least 2 people wanting to come), I will have to carry everything upstairs to the big table.
I just can't decide. Any thoughts?
Katie had said she wanted to be a "dancing princess with wings" for Halloween, so I was excited when I found this angel costume at Costco. There was also this neat fireman costume, so I got that for Sammy. They will make great additions to our dress-up chest now that Halloween is over.
(If you are wondering about the bunny ears, that was her Daddy's way of making the too-big halo headband stay on her head.)
In the past I haven't taken the kids trick-or-treating because of all of Sammy's allergies. Instead we stay home and hand out candy. I think it is more fun seeing all the different costumes anyway. This year Sammy asked to go trick-or-treating, but at the last minute decided he would rather stay home and hand out all the candy. He did a great job of it, too. He wasn't even scared of the scary costumes. (Last year he was terrified!)
Katie was scared by just about every costume that had a mask. But not to the point of terror like Sammy was last year. She just stood behind me, peeking around my head (I was sitting ont he floor in the doorway) until they started walking away. Then she yelled the same litany to them that she did to everyone else who came last night. "You're welcome!!! (pause) Happy Halloween!!! (pause) Bye!!! (pause) Thank youuuu!!!"