Friday, March 29, 2013

Feed Me

I think I've finally gotten over the misery of pregnancy, and the chaos of a new baby. I'm enjoying things again, and loving being a mom. Last night after dinner me and Grace went for a nice long drive in her new power wheels car, and I kept thinking how weird it is that I have a child old enough to have a conversation with. Our family used to be so young. It was just me, Jeff, and a new baby. Now we're a family of four, and every day I feel surprised to see them all. I love watching all the things our kids can do. Weird little things like eating, and going to the bathroom. I'm fascinated by these functioning little bodies we've created. Almost every day either me or Jeff say, "Can you believe we're parents?" It's been 2 years now, and we're still in shock. I wonder if we'll ever get used to it, or if we'll always feel like this life we have is new and exciting.

Anyway, enough of that mushy stuff. I'm on this new dairy-free diet, and I feel like I might starve to death. You would not believe how many foods contain dairy. All I want is a big glass of milk. And a brownie. And some cheese. And some chocolate ice cream with milk on it. Dairy makes Henry sick for some reason, so until I stop nursing this is going to be my life, and I'm going to be really pissed about it. The only good that can come of this is if it makes me lose weight faster. I don't think I can take any more of my thighs rubbing together when I run. Gross, I know. They need to make private gyms for new mom's, so you don't have to run next to skinny, hot people on the treadmill. Or sweaty old men with B.O.

Well, that's all for now. I'm supposed to be watching The Hobbit with Jeff. Booooring.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Poop City

I've had alot of requests for a post on Henry's birth, and life at our house with two 2 year old's. Well, in case you are wondering, it's crazy town over here. I don't think I'll ever have time to write all the details of Henry's birth, but it went so well. I'm really happy with our plan to go the hospital route this time. The doctor's and nurses were awesome, and really supportive of our decisions. I felt good through the whole thing, and was so happy to see Henry at the end.

Grace's birthday is in a week. I can't believe she's not even 2 already. She's such a teenager. She just started calling me Mom. I think she felt embarrassed still calling me Mama in front of her friends. She's had a hard time adjusting to a little brother. She's been pretty mean. I'll just leave it at that, because I don't want to record the awful things she's done over the internet. She has started climbing out of her crib. I'll put her to bed, and she'll walk out like 5 minutes later, acting all casual. She also refuses to keep a diaper on as soon as it's been pee'd or pooped in. So, sometimes if she's in her crib when she poops, she'll take her diaper off, pick up poop, smear it on the bars a little bit, throw it at the wall, step in it, and then get a clean diaper out of the bag hanging on her crib, and put it on. I'm just kidding about some of that. Maybe only the throwing it at the walls part. She obviously needs to be potty trained, and put in a big girl bed, but I just can't think about those things right now. I think I need a nanny. How do people ever have more than one kid? Grace has been doing the funniest stuff. Today at Harmons she picked up some candy off a shelf, and then hid it behind her back, so I wouldn't take it from her. She likes to walk instead of ride in the cart now, so shopping takes like ten times longer. Right after me and Jeff got married he bought me a big box of tampons from Costco. Right after that I found out I was pregnant, and then I was nursing, and then I got pregnant again, so the box is still sitting in out linen closet. Grace has been sneaking in there and taking them. Today she walked out with one, and said, "Treat!". Then she stuck it in her mouth, and chewed on it for a while. Maybe I will put some in our diaper bag for church on Sunday. She loves her little brother. Yesterday we were picking up Jeff from work, and Henry was crying. After a while Grace said, "Henry baby, don't cry." Every morning when she wakes up, she comes straight to our room to find Henry, and give him a "miss". She also kisses him throughout the day, and every night when she goes to bed.

I really love Grace alot, and I'm so happy that it's her birthday soon. She deserves a whole day dedicated to her. She had alot of trouble with sleeping before Henry was born, and I spend quite a bit of time rocking her, and singing to her in the middle of the night, and I was really bugged about it. I prayed alot that she would just sleep through the night, and give me a break, and I never got what I asked for, so I was mad and bitter about that for a while. Now that I've had Henry, alone time with Grace doesn't happen very often. Almost never. I wish I just had a few minutes, a few times a day, to just sit with her, and talk to her, and hold her. Now looking back at the time I spent with her in the middle of the night, I don't feel bitter about my unanswered prayers anymore. It was the last time in my life that I would only have to worry about one child. I didn't feel guilty, because there was another child crying, and waiting for me. I didn't have throw-up on my shirt, making me uncomfortable. I didn't have to hurry, and get to anybody else. It was a sweet blessing that I'm so thankful for. Grace is extremely smart, and so funny. We're really thankful to have her in our family.

Henry is such a cute baby. He smiles and laughs all the time. He's had some trouble with eating, and sleeping, but I'm on a new dairy free diet, and that seems to be helping. Helping him, I mean. I'm starving all the time. He is sleeping better now, though, and doesn't cry nearly as much. Ok that's all I have time for. I may have to give up blogging altogether, because there's just no time, but I'll try to update when I can.