life with two

What are you….

Eating:  Perhaps it’s the winter blahs, perhaps it’sBea’s growth spurt but I have been extra hungry lately.  These days my weapon of choice is

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pistachios and pears…..

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with a healthy slice of chocolate pie for good measure

Watching: We have been watching so much Netflix lately.  At night we watch documentaries and I shared already (on Facebook) my top 10 favorites, but I thought I’d share them on here too:

1. Undefeated
2.The Queen of Versailles
3. Blackfish
4. Nursery University
5. The Business of Being Born/Pregnant in America (prob only interesting if you are pregnant and or wanting a natural birth)
6. The Lottery
7. The Hollywood Complex
8. Holy Rollers

9. Becoming Chaz

10. It’s a Girl

(all of these docs received a 5 star rating from me based on their ability to make me think, how much they piqued my interest and/or how long they stayed with me)

Also…balancing all of this seriousness with a little, mindless 19 Kids & Counting….which makes me really want to move to a farm and have a really big family.

ReadingRules of Civility by Amor Towles.  Very good so far, in a Gatsby-ish way.  Balancing all of the mush with a little Nourishing Traditions.  (which makes me REALLY want to move to a farm and have a big family)

Working on: my sewing has slowed, although I still have an A-line project to finish.  Currently, I am wrapping up our 2013 family scrapbook and updating Bea’s baby book.

Balancing all of this sitting by adding in some new workout sessions to keep things entertaining.

Looking forward to: SPRING, SUMMER, HEAT!  I don’t handle this cold too well…and apparently neither does the rental house.  Dreaming up a family vacation for this summer.

 

……balancing this of course, by not wishing time away,

 

Life with Two {part three}

 

Assuming you have a relatively “easy” second child, it is amazing how quickly you look up and they are sleeping through the night, are on a fairly systematic schedule, and you don’t even remember how you got here. You do, however, remember agonizing for the three months that your first child didn’t sleep through the night because you were in a black hole then and you never knew when it would end.  You do remember reading and re-reading book after book, searching for the perfect schedule, wondering why the math never added up on how many hours of sleep they should be getting per day.  You do remember googling every symptom and following advice after advice, rather than listening to your own God-given intuition .  It is amazing how {some} babes will thrive when you let them.

Having two children is downright empowering.  I can’t believe how much I paralyzed myself over indecision and fears with one.  Somehow, having another has not only taken those away, but replaced them with an amazing sense of confidence.

This is the first time I’ve felt this way since Bea came along, but I wish I could freeze time right now.  The girls are at such a lovely stage and life is so much fun.  MG is responsible and independent, but also thoughtful and playful.  The independent part makes life so much easier.  She can put her own shoes on, get in/out of her car seat, do simple chores, wash her hands, follow a routine, and clean up her toys.  Bea is mellow and easy.  She will sleep on the go, held or on her own.  Will put herself to sleep if need be, and will wait patently to eat.  Strap her in the stroller or Beco and she will either sleep or watch big sis run around.  If you are nervous to have two because you think life will get harder,  I’m living proof that it actually may not.  And really, it might just get easier.  And definitely more fun.

Speaking of fun, here are some pics we took yesterday at the pumpkin patch : IMG_3705 IMG_3706

And speaking of independent, MG was quite sure she didn’t want to ride the “pumpkin train” without me, but she did however jump at the chance to do the inflatable caterpillar obstacle course (not once but twice) and THIS:

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(I had to pry her away)

I’m quite sure that age three is when the toys get more fun, the imaginations get more full, the play times get more independent, the helping hand gets more confident and enthusiastic.  Two was not so much my favorite, but I think 3 is going to be a blast!

And finally, there is something that a penny can still buy these days:

 

Pure joy.

 

Life with two {part II}

I decided this was going to be an ongoing series of reflections.   As our new life evolves and changes, so does my outlook on it. Here are my thoughts lately:

Trying to keep two little beings satisfied for twelve hours is so hard it is overwhelming at times.  How does one be all things to all people?

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It is a rare day for me to leave the house before 11am….
even though I am often awake by 6 or 7.  Feeding everyone breakfast (Bea twice), taking care of everyone’s potty habits, walk/run/snack/shower, dressing the three of us—whew!  Most days it’s easier just to embrace it and stay home.

 

A few weekends before Bea came, I pulled out all of the baby clothes, washed and sorted them, and hung up the NB, 0-3, and 3-6 months clothes.  I thought surely that would buy me until November or at least the fall.  WRONG.  Last night I pulled out 6-9 month clothes which are on the horizon shortly due to a long, chunky baby.  I mean, look at her:

 

Speaking of that baby, she is quite the roller these days.  You put her down on her back and she instantly flips to her stomach and starts scooting around.  This is baffling to me as MG didn’t roll from back to stomach until the day after she turned 6 months old.  Over-achiever?

 

And finally, here are the things I’ve been obsessing over lately: shopping for fall clothes for the girls, Peter Pan collars, ruffle pants (going to try my hand at those soon), coordinating outfits for the girls,

peacock blue, the new John Mayer cd (I love how his new CDs always drop in the fall.  Great for finding a new fall anthem), bento lunches (preschool is just around the corner), century old farm houses, and finally tribal print.  Can you tell most of these have to do with clothes?  I just love new clothes for the fall…

More to come…

 

The Housewife

She’s up in the morning
Before she’s awake,
Putting on coffee
And pouring cornflakes,
Finding lost shoes,
Combing sleep rumpled heads,
Diapering babies,
And making the beds.

She kisses her husband
On his way out the door,
She washes up the dishes
And then vacuums the floor.
A quick cup of coffee,
While folding the clothes,
She teaches her toddler
Not to pick in her nose.

The children are fighting
The phone’s ringing too,
There’s only so much that
One woman can do.
Supper is burning,
Husband walks through the door,
Just as the kids
Knock the lamp to the floor.

He gathers his wife
For a well deserved hug,
Then helps her to round up
Their two little bugs.
Little teeth brushed,
Stories are read,
  Two sleepy children
Are sent to their beds.

She finally gets
a moment to rest,
Another day over,
The house is a mess.
Sometimes she wonders,
How she manages it all,
Without chaining her puppies
To the nearest stout wall.

She looks at her children,
On her way up to bed.
Sees two little angels,
Two sleep rumpled heads.
She stands there just watching
Those little girls rest,
It is then that she knows
Her life is the best.

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The Housewife : Sondra Falck source

Dedicating our Bea

Last Thursday (we go to church on Thursday night so we can save Sunday for an entire day of family), we had our Sweet Bea dedicated at church.

As I was laying out the clothes for the girls (smocked of course 🙂 :)).  I contracted a case of the butterflies.  This is one of those days in your child’s life that you only get to do once.  It takes up an entire page in their baby book, and is one of those milestone events that you will someday explain to them.  The fact that we’ve been able to do this now twice is simply put: a dream come true.

That night we stood on the stage physically in front of a few family and friends, but also spiritually beneath a great cloud of witnesses, both on earth and those who have passed before us.  They will hold us accountable to the promise we made that night to raise our Bea in a home that honors, loves, and obeys the LORD and teaches her to do the same.  We will.

Before we were called to the stage, the evening opened with worship and the team belted out the most beautiful country version of “I’ll Fly Away”.  This was the first time MG was in the service with us, but I am proud to say she was able to sing along as this is in our nightly bedtime lullaby rotation.  As I watched her sing with Daddy encircling her, clapping her hands, looking down at sweet Bea resting in my arms, I was overcome with emotion.

 

This, this is what I imagine, pray, dream Heaven to be.

May you follow us there, dear girls,

 

Remember When

note:  I’ve found my writing style to be a bit different lately.  possibly due to this current phase of life I’m in:  my head is foggy, my heart is mushy, and my hands are full. thanks for bearing with me as I find my new voice 🙂

Dear N,

Remember when we went to see Catfish in theaters, on a school night, at 11pm?  When we only had exactly two loads of laundry each week?  When we changed our sheets only once a week?

 

Remember when every night was date night?  When the determining factor in picking a restaurant was the menu and not how close it was or how high-chair friendly it is?

Remember when our cars were spotless?  When we could haul stuff around in the backseats because there weren’t 2 car seats and an explosion of toys?  When we didn’t look in the rearview mirror to see a little green frog-shaped potty?

Remember when we took a hip-hop dance class just for the fun of it (what were we thinking?)  And that time we slept in the guest bedroom for 6 weeks  just because we could?  When we used to sleep in and make biscuits and gravy on the weekend with those little fancy plates?

 

Remember when we used to turn the heat off at night to save a few pennies?  When we didn’t have to hide in the pantry to eat something sweet after dinner?  When we used to have “reading parties” at the supper table because we both enjoyed the silence? 

Remember when we used to just pick up and take off for the weekend (why didn’t we do that more??)?  When we picked up our phones, made a phone call, talked as long as we wanted, and then mindlessly put them down?  Remember when we thought our little ball of grey fluff was the cutest thing ever and that we’d never be able to give anything as much love as we gave to him?

I don’t much either.

Those were the old days, but they weren’t the good ones.  No, I’m quite certain that is what we have now,

 

Because I want to remember

It occurred to me as the days and nights are slipping away there a few memories I have tucked away in my heart that I wanted to record.  Right now these memories are a constant and very habitual but very soon they will  be just a distant feeling attached to this very condensed but extraordinary time in my life. How quickly one forgets….

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I forgot what night was like with a baby. 

Not so much the up-all-hours part (we’re past that, knock on wood).

But the staying up till 11 to feed her one last time and then rocking quietly in the dark until her tiny fingers unlock their grasp on my hair and her arms fall heavy to her sides.

Kissing her one last time and placing her ever so gently in her bed…praying that the startling coolness of the sheet doesn’t wake her.

Silently entering big sis’s room, sure to cover her up under the blankets she’s inevitably kicked  off. A kiss on the cheek and a whispered promise to be a better mommy tomorrow.

Breathing finally into a quiet house, lights are methodically extinguished, prayers are said, and at last my head falls heavy on the pillow too. 

The last one to bed and never the first one up.

Despite my exhaustion, sleep does not easily find me.  I lay, listening for those bitty cries that only a mommy can hear that signal she is needed.  My sleep is light wondering when they will come.

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These are things I want to remember about my life right now.