Historically, I have been a night owl. Typical for a theatre person. Late rehearsals and all. But since I had Reid, my alarm clock is being set earlier and earlier. Back in the day when it was just Ryan, I could get up, get him ready, get myself ready and be off to work in an hour. Occasionally there would be a delay, usually involving poop. But with 2 kids the chances of there being a delay doubles, if not triples. Some days it might be poop. Some days it might be that no one wants to get dressed and I have to chase them all over the house with their pants. And every now and again, someone will spit up or sneeze on me requiring me to change clothes. I strive to not go to work covered in kid.
So I set the alarm earlier allowing time for delays.
But then I started setting the alarm ever earlier than that. Why you ask? I ask myself that every morning when it goes off. It's because the butt crack of dawn is the only time I get to myself. Means I can get up and get moving without having to rush around making sure all these other people are up and moving too. I miss night time. I miss being able to stay up to finish watching a show. Or go have a beer with my friends without the dread that kids don't sleep in just because mommy stayed out too late. Seriously Ryan and Reid, mommy needs a beer!
-m
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Monday, February 27, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Resplendent Reid
Reid is freakin' awesome! Seriously, one of the coolest babies I have ever known. And that's not just me being bias. Plenty of others have commented on what a fantastic little person he is.
Reid did not get the detailed blogging Ryan got during his first year because A. I'd already done it, so it wasn't such a shock. B. He'd already shaved 5 years off my life with the newborn seizures, so I didn't have it in me to stress about the little things C. He's a better sleeper. And you all know how I'm obsessive about the sleep! I'm sure some of that because I'm a better put-a-baby-to-sleep-er. But even still, he's a better sleeper than Ryan was.
Reid "Almost" crawled for months and months. I kept thinking he would crawl any day. Days turned into weeks, then months. Finally after Christmas true crawling began. And now he's a pro. And all over the place! He has more room to explore than Ryan did in out little apartment in Washington DC. I'm so used to Reid being immobile - being able to leave him in a room and he'll be there when I come back. Not anymore. He is outta here..... Exploring, following Ryan around, pulling up on everything he can, trying to eat the dog food.
Now we enter the bumps and bruises phase. The "I swear I don't beat my child, he just tried to climb the bookshelf." phase.
-m
Reid did not get the detailed blogging Ryan got during his first year because A. I'd already done it, so it wasn't such a shock. B. He'd already shaved 5 years off my life with the newborn seizures, so I didn't have it in me to stress about the little things C. He's a better sleeper. And you all know how I'm obsessive about the sleep! I'm sure some of that because I'm a better put-a-baby-to-sleep-er. But even still, he's a better sleeper than Ryan was.
Reid "Almost" crawled for months and months. I kept thinking he would crawl any day. Days turned into weeks, then months. Finally after Christmas true crawling began. And now he's a pro. And all over the place! He has more room to explore than Ryan did in out little apartment in Washington DC. I'm so used to Reid being immobile - being able to leave him in a room and he'll be there when I come back. Not anymore. He is outta here..... Exploring, following Ryan around, pulling up on everything he can, trying to eat the dog food.
Now we enter the bumps and bruises phase. The "I swear I don't beat my child, he just tried to climb the bookshelf." phase.
-m
Monday, February 20, 2012
What's over here? And here? And here?
-m
Thursday, February 16, 2012
All that being said...
Ryan is such a sweet little boy! He's in that 2-3 year old phase right now. But all in all, I could not ask for a better kid. Now that he is really talking, it's so great to hear him express how he's feeling, what he's thinking about.
Kurt came up with a game while riding in the car. We ask "Where's the red car?" Ryan will look around, "Where are you red car?" When he sees one, "There you are!" This works for blue car, trucks, big trucks, etc.
When I get home from work Ryan will run to me screaming "MOMMEEEE, I FOUND MOMMMEEEE!" My heart burst every time he does it.
The other night Ryan and I were in his room and he pointed up at the ceiling and told me about the rainbow he saw up there. It was the first time Ryan has really included me in his imagination. We talked about the rainbow, that it was a big rainbow, all the colors. It was amazing.
And when I put him to bed and say "Good night, I love you." Ryan will reply "I laaa ewe."
So while the 2 year old drama makes for funnier material. The sweet moments out weigh them by a million.
-M
Kurt came up with a game while riding in the car. We ask "Where's the red car?" Ryan will look around, "Where are you red car?" When he sees one, "There you are!" This works for blue car, trucks, big trucks, etc.
When I get home from work Ryan will run to me screaming "MOMMEEEE, I FOUND MOMMMEEEE!" My heart burst every time he does it.
The other night Ryan and I were in his room and he pointed up at the ceiling and told me about the rainbow he saw up there. It was the first time Ryan has really included me in his imagination. We talked about the rainbow, that it was a big rainbow, all the colors. It was amazing.
And when I put him to bed and say "Good night, I love you." Ryan will reply "I laaa ewe."
So while the 2 year old drama makes for funnier material. The sweet moments out weigh them by a million.
-M
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Phases
We are always in the middle of some phase. No sleeping phase, teeth phase, no eating phase, whining phase. Seems that as soon as we get a handle on a phase, we already on to the next one and start all over.
Let me say this first, in case Ryan reads my blog one day. Ryan I love you so very much.
But you are so annoying right now.
You have developed this awful thing called "opinions". It would be fine if you wanted to do it on your own. It being whatever we are trying to get accomplished at the time. Eating dinner or getting dressed or drying your hair after a bath. "No MommEEE! Not de hair!!!!" And to make it worse, Reid is now a fully fledged crawler and invading your space. Heaven forbid he touches a toy of yours. And I'm pretty sure you think that the Apocalypse is upon us if he messes up your train tracks. This then starts the running around with whatever toy Reid has violated screaming "Mine! Mine!"
My cousin Amy is pregnant with her 2nd boy. Her 2 boys will be the same distance in age as Ryan and Reid are. I can't wait to read her blog in a year.
Good times.
-m
Let me say this first, in case Ryan reads my blog one day. Ryan I love you so very much.
But you are so annoying right now.
You have developed this awful thing called "opinions". It would be fine if you wanted to do it on your own. It being whatever we are trying to get accomplished at the time. Eating dinner or getting dressed or drying your hair after a bath. "No MommEEE! Not de hair!!!!" And to make it worse, Reid is now a fully fledged crawler and invading your space. Heaven forbid he touches a toy of yours. And I'm pretty sure you think that the Apocalypse is upon us if he messes up your train tracks. This then starts the running around with whatever toy Reid has violated screaming "Mine! Mine!"
My cousin Amy is pregnant with her 2nd boy. Her 2 boys will be the same distance in age as Ryan and Reid are. I can't wait to read her blog in a year.
Good times.
-m
Monday, February 13, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
If you're going to hurl... hurl in here
I have several things to blog about; Potty Training, The Phase, and The Plague
But today I'm going to talk about puking. I have mentioned the awful morning sickness I had the whole time I was pregnant with Reid. But I never went into much detail. Today = detail.
Right after we found out I was pregnant, I got a cold with a cough. One morning I was at my desk at work and I coughed... and throw up all over my desk. It happened so fast I didn't even have time to bend over to the trash can. A co-worker ran to get me paper towels to clean up and I carried my trash bag full of pukey paper towels out to the dumpster. The first of many times I would carry a trash bag full of puke to the dumpster.
Still early in the pregnancy, the morning sickness lasted all day long. I would keep bags in my car so I would have something to throw up in on my drive home from work. But then the puking got worse and even though I should have been past the morning sickness phase, I was still puking.
One day I had chipotle for lunch. I love chipotle. I started throwing up so much at work I called my doctor and begged for them to either kill me or give me something to stop it. Work sent me home. I don't blame them. I filled up all my puke bags in the car, but the chipolte was still coming up. Out of bags, in desperation I emptied out a tissue box and threw up in it. In a parking lot not far from the house a crying, miserable, pregnant woman left a tissue box full of barf. I still feel bad about that. But I was a mess and didn't know what to do. If I got out to walk it to the trash I would have surely been puking in the street for all to see. So some poor sole had to clean that up. That person earned a lot of karma points that day. And chipolte has never been the same for me.
The doctor gave me some medication that reduced but did not end the vomiting. Now I was down to throwing up only once or twice a day. More on days when I received a fresh batch of hormones. And it was mostly in the evenings. The coughing never stopped. For whatever reason coughing and puking went together like peanut butter and jelly.
Which brings me to lessons I've learned about puking. If you know it's going to happen, eat foods you don't mind tasting on the way back up. I planned most of my meals that way. I figured out what I was cool with and what was awful. Beef, bad. Salads, bad. Pasta, ok. Cereal, ok. Nice mild food. Chew well so it's less chunky.
I also learned how to throw up. Got to where I could tell it was coming and keep it down until I got to the bathroom or kitchen sink. If I threw up in the middle of the night I would do it in the sink so I wouldn't wake Kurt up. Isn't that sweet of me! Another lesson, take off your glasses. Nothing like digging glasses out of a bowl full of dinner. And close your eyes. One day I was bent over the toilet and the puke splashed back up into my eye. Giving me pink eye. I got pink eye from my own toilet vomit.
Lesson 4 or 5, I've lost count... keep your toilet clean. Nothing worse that being trapped there and noticing how gross it is. It's already a terrible experience, no need to make it even worse.
Eventually puking just became part of my daily routine. Like giving Ryan a bath and throwing up in the toilet next to the tub. Or DVRing certain shows because you know they air during puke time.
It was miserable. There were some nights I would just cry because I didn't think I could take another day of puking and coughing. Made for the longest pregnancy in the history of mankind. The c-section was scheduled and Kurt and I went out for dinner the night before. One last dinner. It was delicious. And I threw it all up later that night. I had morning sickness up till 9 hours before Reid was born. And the second he was out it all stopped. No more coughing, no more puking. Just an amazing baby. And suddenly it was all worth it.
I will be holding this over Reid's head for the rest of his life.
-m
But today I'm going to talk about puking. I have mentioned the awful morning sickness I had the whole time I was pregnant with Reid. But I never went into much detail. Today = detail.
Right after we found out I was pregnant, I got a cold with a cough. One morning I was at my desk at work and I coughed... and throw up all over my desk. It happened so fast I didn't even have time to bend over to the trash can. A co-worker ran to get me paper towels to clean up and I carried my trash bag full of pukey paper towels out to the dumpster. The first of many times I would carry a trash bag full of puke to the dumpster.
Still early in the pregnancy, the morning sickness lasted all day long. I would keep bags in my car so I would have something to throw up in on my drive home from work. But then the puking got worse and even though I should have been past the morning sickness phase, I was still puking.
One day I had chipotle for lunch. I love chipotle. I started throwing up so much at work I called my doctor and begged for them to either kill me or give me something to stop it. Work sent me home. I don't blame them. I filled up all my puke bags in the car, but the chipolte was still coming up. Out of bags, in desperation I emptied out a tissue box and threw up in it. In a parking lot not far from the house a crying, miserable, pregnant woman left a tissue box full of barf. I still feel bad about that. But I was a mess and didn't know what to do. If I got out to walk it to the trash I would have surely been puking in the street for all to see. So some poor sole had to clean that up. That person earned a lot of karma points that day. And chipolte has never been the same for me.
The doctor gave me some medication that reduced but did not end the vomiting. Now I was down to throwing up only once or twice a day. More on days when I received a fresh batch of hormones. And it was mostly in the evenings. The coughing never stopped. For whatever reason coughing and puking went together like peanut butter and jelly.
Which brings me to lessons I've learned about puking. If you know it's going to happen, eat foods you don't mind tasting on the way back up. I planned most of my meals that way. I figured out what I was cool with and what was awful. Beef, bad. Salads, bad. Pasta, ok. Cereal, ok. Nice mild food. Chew well so it's less chunky.
I also learned how to throw up. Got to where I could tell it was coming and keep it down until I got to the bathroom or kitchen sink. If I threw up in the middle of the night I would do it in the sink so I wouldn't wake Kurt up. Isn't that sweet of me! Another lesson, take off your glasses. Nothing like digging glasses out of a bowl full of dinner. And close your eyes. One day I was bent over the toilet and the puke splashed back up into my eye. Giving me pink eye. I got pink eye from my own toilet vomit.
Lesson 4 or 5, I've lost count... keep your toilet clean. Nothing worse that being trapped there and noticing how gross it is. It's already a terrible experience, no need to make it even worse.
Eventually puking just became part of my daily routine. Like giving Ryan a bath and throwing up in the toilet next to the tub. Or DVRing certain shows because you know they air during puke time.
It was miserable. There were some nights I would just cry because I didn't think I could take another day of puking and coughing. Made for the longest pregnancy in the history of mankind. The c-section was scheduled and Kurt and I went out for dinner the night before. One last dinner. It was delicious. And I threw it all up later that night. I had morning sickness up till 9 hours before Reid was born. And the second he was out it all stopped. No more coughing, no more puking. Just an amazing baby. And suddenly it was all worth it.
I will be holding this over Reid's head for the rest of his life.
-m
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