Month: February 2017

Nine Months

Nine months with our little Sib and this is what the last month has looked like:

-eating puffs: one of my favorite milestones because it gives me a chance to eat my dinner, too, and keeps her entertained at the table for much longer.  Victory!

-rocking on all fours and army crawling: I know this was mentioned last month but she can army crawl ANYWHERE now, and very quickly, as well as getting up on all fours as if she’s going to crawl.  She has also been able to get up onto the first step and a few other wiley places (my favorite one being my lap as I type this).  The last few days, she’s been teasing us by getting up into a crawling position and rocking back and forth, before plopping back onto her belly and looking at us lackadaisically as we urge her on. Last night she took her first  awkward, wobbly, but “crawling steps”, though!

-a tuft of hair that refuses to lay down.  (one day she woke up and it was just there).  Bea’s curls started like this, and at this month too (although she had quite a bit more at this point), so I’m hoping that is what we have to look forward to (and not just wild hair)

-first tooth, well make that teeth!  Three have popped through, with one on the way.  The top and bottom two, at that.  It hasn’t been until these last two or three days where they have been giving her fits.  She’s run a slight fever, been really cranky, congested, and true to form, not sleeping well at all.`

-yeah, sleep has been pretty non-existent (well, at night only.  Good naps still, THANKFULLY).  Third child, last child.  We’ll get through it.

-saying Dada a lot but I don’t think it means anything right now, just a way to add to the ever ongoing conversation around her

-growing out of more baby gear: the bumpo, exersaucer, and johnny jump up have all been packed away or sold.  She now uses the grocery cart seat rather than staying in her infant carrier the whole time.  She likes to sit and look at books or toys for a little bit but before you know it, she is on her belly scooting around and looking for trouble.

She loves her big sisters.  MG is still my right-hand man and can get her out of the car seat, feed her, rock her, she steps in to do just about anything to help without my asking.  Just this month, Bea has started to show more interest in her and isn’t as deterred by her cries (both a positive AND a negative).  Still so grateful for these three girls I get to call mine and feel more certain than ever that this is the end of growing our family and the beginning of truly enjoying it as is.

 

-smk

 

Updates

One of my favorite podcasts, that I highly recommend to any mom of littles, is Glorious in the Mundane by Christy Nockels.  Each one is a little balm to my soul in the midst of my often packed-too-much-in-to-another one days.  If a day goes smoothly enough, and I’m able to carve a little creative time into my afternoon, I often enjoy doing my projects while she proclaims truth over me in her soothing, Tennessee drawl.  Trust me on this, and mine a little gold from her archived episodes if you haven’t listened already.

I think I say this in some form, nearly every post as of late, but I’ve felt really overwhelmed with all the day-to-day lately (details explained below).  The lesson that has been impressed on me very loudly lately, for maybe the first time in all of my mothering, is it’s good to wake up and feel like you can’t make it without Jesus’s help.

I can’t remember a time where I’ve ever had to rely on Him so much, not mentally but physically. And faithfully, of course, He always shows up.   Life has a way of helping me, oh so often, not to become prideful.  I just wanted to make sure and say this in case my girls are reading this someday in the same stage of life I am now.  It’s okay (and sometimes maybe even for the betterment of your children) if you feel like you don’t have it all together. Christy’s latest podcast is about this and I have a feeling this sentiment is going to be woven into a theme for me throughout this year.  That and Time.  No mom guilt here, I just want to make sure I’m giving my girls the best of my time so I am putting in place some safeguards to make sure that happens.  Time will be my friend, not my enemy in 2017.

If the days goes smoothly enough and Sibby takes a morning nap at the right time when we don’t have errands to run or dinner to prep, or what not, Bea and I sit down to do “school”.  We like Kumon books, as well as other Amazon recommended workbooks that guide us through following directions and fine motor skills.  I thought I didn’t enjoy “homeschooling” but I was wrong.  This time it has been fun (I think I am utilizing more resources this time and better able to block out time for it, as when MG was in three-school, Bea was a year older than Sibby is now…ie not napping in the mornings and into everything).

Bea enjoys the time and attention I’m able to give her during these moments, precious little does it feel for all of us.  She has not mastered her letters or sounds but it thrills my heart that she is learning to follow directions, a skill that seemed lagging in her as of yet.  She is a willing and eager student so long as I don’t push her too much.  (Hindsight with MG also showed me that the concepts will come, waiting until she’s ready is mutually beneficial.)

Today I reached back into an old pocket of my brain and taught her, line-by-line, how to draw a simple cat.  I didn’t tell her what we were drawing first, as I didn’t want her to have any pre-conceived notions, but instead modeled what I wanted her to draw, a line at a time.  Before the final mark, she had accurately guessed what we were working on.  It was then she took ownership of her drawing, adding in the eyes, dot nose, and stick-line mouth as she saw fit.  Dotted noses and small heads are very characteristic of three year old drawings and I counted it a win that I had saved her from the latter, while her chosen dotted nose actually worked pretty well this time.

Sadly, but really not too sadly, Sibby seems to have outgrown her johnny jump-up and exersaucer.  I counted on those two things for the better part of three months to keep her contained and happy during dinner, sewing time, or meal prep.  Now she just fusses and cries in them, angry at her freedom being taken away.  It feels good to be able to peaceably part with them, though.  Another reminder of moving forward into the exciting future and leaving behind the relics of babyhood for the next family to enjoy.

She is up on all fours, rocking, before falling to her belly to drag herself the rest of the way to her final destination.  It always amazes me, around this milestone in particular, how babies have an innate sense to just “do the next thing” without any apparent lessons or help from us.  They seem to be born with some kind of wind-up clock that ticks and rings to remind them to start practicing the next feat at just the right time.  And then I can’t help but wonder, is this a gift we’ve been given our entire lives?  Certainly now, any skill we master seems to be chosen by our own volition and carefully mastered under precise lessons, but…it does beg the question, when do we really stop growing?

We are undergoing a small kitchen renovation (apparently we did NOT lose the itch, even after our last house).  We’ve removed a quarter wall to open it up and increase the use of our island (peninsula?).  N and his dad built open shelves for us to make up for the cabinets we lost in the process.  We’ll add new countertops, paint the remaining cabinets, and add some new appliances.  Before the process is over, we’ll also add new flooring on the main level and stairs, as well as say goodbye to the old carpet (apparently my kids can’t handle ivory carpet in the main living spaces as it has already been marked a number of times from nail polish, permanent marker, Sibby’s spit up, and food stains).  Construction is chaos but it’s a change I welcome, knowing and hoping the end result is worth it.  I’ll post some before, durings, and afters when it’s done (one more month?)!

Until then,

a very tired, but happy

-smk

Newborn fog

Slowly but surely, I feel I am emerging from the fog.  In the early days, a newborn is a welcome interruption to life’s most mundane tasks.  The laundry, meal prep, and house cleaning, though added to by the new addition, don’t call to me as much as my babe. And I am able to put them off to tend to her with little reprocussions.

Somewhere about halfway between there and now, i begin to long for order, rhythm, and, well, clean things.  And I attempt to reintegrate those chores back into normal life.  It takes a while to adjust as I tend to jump in rather blindly to all the parts plus a newest member who is still very needy.  So it takes me until about now to feel like life is working for me again.  And what a good feeling it is.

Consequently, I’ve had more time for hobbies and reading, two luxuries that greatly improve a life that doesn’t see very many things beyond the inside of a house on most days.

I have picked up a needle hoop embroidery project and I’m tending to it slowly, over the little tv I allow myself in the evenings, as long as my mind is not too tired and my eyes able to stay awake.

I have discovered the joys of audio books, a natural progression from podcasts.  It started when my subscribed podcasts weren’t updating quickly enough and I needed something filler in the interim. I then remembered the “free” subscription to Audible through Amazon prime and began exploring the free selections they had.  A TN friend clued me into Hoopla, a service of our public library, which has videos, e books, and audio books but never any wait time. These two things have kept my mind busy when my body is tired but things still yearn to be completed.


I worked on and recently finished the first ever top I’ve made for myself.  Ive had a brown knit gauze sitting in my stash for about 2 years now and couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it in the two purges my sewing room has been through.  Finally it called to me and I instantly envisioned what I wanted to make from it: something flowy and loose, similar to the boutique-y handmade tops that are so popular these days.  It was a simple stitch up, taking me about two naptimes to complete (which included a lot of thinking time since I wasn’t following a specific pattern).  Ultimately, though it has its flaws, I’m really happy with how it turned out.  I left the bottom un-hemmed, but serged, liking the way it hangs in a hi-low style.  The shoulders are low like many of the dolman styles I see in stores today. I added two different collars to the neck, but ultimately cut them off, serged, and turned under once for a simple , but light sitting collar.  Finally, I added a snap in the middle placket to keep it modest, but I love snap/button plackets for nursing.
I recently bought a brown, suede fabric remnant at one of my favorite local fabric stores during a sale and hope to turn it into something similar before winter’s out.  Just waiting for the right inspiration to strike, because as I’ve learned many times, if it’s not there, it’s not worth pushing through to find it.

At that same fabric store, I picked up a few lycra knits.  They are so stretchy and have the softest hand.  I already had some projects in mind for them, so I picked up a baby blue (things for my nephew first, then for the girls with what’s leftover) and a dusty pink.  I’ve already cut into the blue and turned out three items from it: a raglan dress for Sib, and a knotted gown and ringer tee for coming-soon-nephew.  (raglan dress and ringer tee patterns here).  My scan n cut was used to cut the iron-on vinyl decals.  I love a multi-layered project. So satisfying!

Tomorrow I will cut into the pink fabric.  I’ve got an open tab to see if I can find the #milliedress in English for free!

Also from that haul came an orange and white seersucker with navy blue embroidered bows.  That was turned into a bow tie for my neckwear loving N.  I dream of making a summer outfit for Sib out of the remainder.  Finally I picked up a pale yellow cotton, soft as silk.  Maybe a bubble romper or fluttery dress or two will come out of it, come spring.

As exercise is to the body, creating is to the mind.  A necessary diversion and a way to release the toxins from the social strata that keep creeping in.  Every afternoon that I get a few minutes to myself in my sewing room is a good day!

-smk