tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241428132011-11-24T23:17:44.013-08:00Two babies here. Let's party.Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13930176125369078366noreply@blogger.comBlogger5221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24142813.post-45841164050983474252011-11-24T23:12:00.000-08:002011-11-24T23:17:44.032-08:00

"I am thankful for my family!" A announced at dinner, and yes, we all agreed. Young Masters A and L do not care for sweet potato pie or cream puffs with warm chocolate sauce (although they both did like the chocolate sauce and whipped cream), and so I am not sure whose children they are. A still does not eat mashed potatoes, so I'm really not sure where he came from.But they are blissfully asleep

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My new working definition of well-adjusted is when we have old family friends who we haven't seen in literally years over to our new house, and I made sure to clean up the bathrooms so they were spic-and-span shiny, and after we'd chatted for hours and everyone had been to the bathroom and the friends departed and we'd all had a lovely time, I went to the bathroom myself to discover a small child

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Sniff.

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Hello, blog, my name is Kim. I'm sure we've met before...Baby L went for his 18-month checkup today. In a haze of sleep-deprivation, I missed the scheduled one last Wednesday (to be fair, they still had not updated our contact info--one year later--so I didn't get a reminder call), then called the office to reschedule and they offered me September. September! I got all Bryn Mawr on them, "No,

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I know it's not a good week when I clean my desk. Why would I clean the rabbit warren of papers, photos, cans of cat food, books and pens that is my desk? Well, I'll tell you: the cat threw up on it. Nothing like some cat vomit to make you clean. But this was apparently the warning shot, as it were.We had a lovely day at the park with friends, and Mister A came home exhausted and I snuggled him

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One of the stories we've heard of the previous owner of this house was that he was so antisocial he had his doorbell removed completely. He had to have one reinstalled to make the house ready for sale. Instead of a 1950s-era ding-dong chime, we have an electronic tone that gives a deep, electronic beep beeeeep when the doorbell rings. There's basically a button stuck to the outside of our house

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Baby L has started standing unassisted, but yesterday he discovered his inner climber. Or his outer climber. I would go out of a room, come back, and find the baby sitting somewhere new, like on a bin of Christmas stuff waiting to be put away, or in A's bed, or on a bookshelf waving a lamp around. A was not a climber, and L is. Holy cow, climbers are scary.The best/scariest moment was finding L

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I know; I haven't posted about my baby's first birthday (which was fabulous) or Christmas (equally fabulous) or New Year's (mellow but still...) or any of that. Little baby L stood alone today for the longest I've seen him do it; he only seems to do it with holding one toy in both hands. No toy, a toy in one hand, two different toys in two different hands, no standing. He's an odd duck. And he's

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Yesterday I went to Wal-Mart. I really, really don't like Wal-Mart. I don't like how their guaranteed-lowest-price policies have affected suppliers, I don't like how big they are, I don't like the store layouts or lighting or flooring, I don't like that they have become the largest employer in the country with such crap low-end service jobs. (I'm not going to judge you if you shop at Wal-Mart.

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Yep, it's movie day, also known as Mommy-is-sick day. My throat is sore, my head is thick with snot, and I'm just dumb today. I could crawl back into bed and sleep, but so far, the children are not accommodating my wishes by taking their naps like they certainly should be. I'm frankly too tired and unaware to go for a drive to put them to sleep. I already had a home improvement project gone awry,

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C and I are trying to instill un-merchandised joys in our kids. We decided that we couldn't teach our kids that the best things in life aren't things you own while supplying them with lots and lots of things. God knows they have toys and games, but we try to err on the generic, open-ended, unbranded side. We don't have Transformers, Spiderman, Zhuzhu pets, and the like. A has some Disney shirts

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A decided he wanted to be an orca for Halloween. A killer whale? you say. Like Shamu? the locals say. Yes, a killer whale, or as it is known in its less pejorative way here, an orca.Naps for all small children and I sewed. My last iron was tossed haphazardly into a box in the move and the steam reservoir did not survive, so a new iron was purchased last weekend. It's a fancy Rowenta and I can

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We've started teaching A to read. Well, not true. We've been reading to him since he came home from the hospital, and that's part of teaching A to read. I read from early, early and don't remember learning to read, so I just assumed A would have picked it up by now because we read all the time. I'm surprised L doesn't read yet either.Then I realized, hmm, maybe I'm a little naive about these

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Baby L has been saying, "Mama, mama, mama," when he's hungry or when I am not nearby, so we're getting pretty close to calling that his official first word. He's been sick and unhappy, but he's getting better, which always makes me remember how cheery and happy he is by nature. When he's not sick, he's one of the happy generation. When he is sick, I think he's how most people walk around in the

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A and I had a conversation recently. He said, "L has such pretty hair that I think he should be a girl."And I explained that yes, L had pretty hair, but that no, it didn't work that way. L was a boy and he would remain a boy. "But we can make him a girl," A said so I explained that L had a penis just like A did, that boys were boys because they had penises, and that L was going to continue to

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Yep, that day has come. I always think 8-9 months of age is about the apex of babydom, and then the tumble to toddlerhood takes on speed.My baby can now pull himself up. He usually doesn't get as far as his feet, although he has, but this means several things:The crib is no longer exactly safe and the mattress needs to be lowered.All the outlets are now fair play for tiny little fingers. This

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Another month, another entry. Little L just rolled 9 months, thus starting his period of being out longer than he was in. He's quite the little character. He's such an amazingly good-natured baby, but I think he's going to be the mischievous one. He just has that glint in his eye sometimes. No real signs of separation anxiety yet, but he has gotten to the ever-annoying "drop things to see if they

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I love my old and dear friends and their having a beautiful baby boy. Yay!

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This is where we are: swinging wildly on the pendulum of visitors (yay, visitors) and overtime (boo, overtime).Friends of ours who are expecting their first baby had her water break at 8 weeks to go. They've been able to stabilize her, get steroids into the bambino, and are hoping to keep her stabilized for another week or so to give the kid as much in-oven time as possible.She just posted about

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Hi. I'm Kim. I'm sure we've met.It's been a humdinger of a month or two here. We got a new house. We love it. The garage is stacked to the ceiling with boxes, yet we seem to be living comfortably. This means we have too much stuff (and also, I apparently can live just fine wearing the same three skirts over and over again). But the boxes loom on my mental horizon like a boogieman. Someday, I'm

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I was baking A's birthday cake this afternoon. He'd collapsed into a nap on the couch after a long, happy day of play with his friend H at the Fleet; I had L in the baby bouncer in the kitchen with me as I baked.L was not too keen on being trapped while I baked, but I handed him some scraps of parchment paper to teethe on and he seemed okay with that--until I started pouring out cake batter. If I

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We moved. It was the Worst. Move. Ever. The movers were high, possibly gangsters, and very, very incompetent.But I love the house. I love that my ILs showed up and painted it in lovely colors; I love that our friends showed up and finished painting and moved furniture around (and set up our internet tubes, bonus).But I love the house, and I love having the house. I love the big dead backyard with

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I decamped everyone today upstairs to our bedroom to pack, but then discovered the truly monstrous pile of laundry that would need to be done before I could start in earnest. (Does anyone else feel like all of an item category, whether it's socks, canning jars, or baby blankets, must be clean before you commence packing them?)Anyway, the three-year-old assisted me on sorting, right up his alley.

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Today, I told A, "After you have a nap, we can make some cookies. But if you don't take a nap, then we won't make cookies. No nap, no cookies."Well, he wasn't taking a nap. He was playing quietly in his room (which is the accepted alternative to naptime) but wasn't napping.About the time his nap should have been done, he came in to me and said, "Mommy, I'm done not taking a nap. Can I go

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L had a hard time getting to sleep tonight. He was cranky and beside himself; I think he's got teething pain and I know he's got ear infection pain. Normally he goes to the crib, goes to sleep, voila.Tonight, even when I got him asleep in my arms, he would wake when put in the crib. Sleep, transfer, cry. Sleep, transfer, cry. Sleep, transfer, cry, scream.At this point, Niles jumped into the crib,

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We're getting better, slowly slowly. I didn't realize how much I missed my easy-going baby until his smiles started coming back and he did not needed to be held and comforted non-stop. Having said that, yesterday was a trip to the needy farm and I accomplished nothing more than a one-item trip to Costco, so let's hope everyone continues to recover here.As I write this, I can look over at my bed

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Whew. Now if everyone takes a nap today, I'll be happy.

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So I recovered (mostly) from pneumonia, only to watch little L get a head cold that then added a goopy eye thing, then a cough, then a low-grade fever, then laryngitis. Poor guy's been getting worse and worse in tiny increments; he's probably still not considered fussy by most people but he is by us.After numerous phone calls and two doctor's visits, L's been diagnosed with an ear infection and

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I had a cleaning, I got water down my throat, and poof, pneumonia hit me like a Mack truck. I'm getting better, but I'm on heavy meds, which make the nursling cranky, which makes the rest of us cranky.So the only update is that L no longer stays put. You put him down, bam, thirty seconds later he's across the room. Not crawling, just rolling and wriggling. And this sucker is fast. Good grief.

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[scene: downtown San Diego. In car, driving.]A: Look, Mommy, pigeons.me: Uh-huh, pigeons in the street.A: Mommy, I want you to hit a pigeon because then I can take it home and take care of it.me: Uhhhhhhh, no. I don't think I want to hit a pigeon. We can get you something to take care of without hitting something. Would you like to help take care of the cats?A: No. I want to take care of a pigeon

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Sometimes, we just have them, the weekends that seem to have everything in the world to do. First up, a reading on Friday night. Saturday, bridal shower. Sunday, plumeria society meeting. Monday, board meeting.Now bridal showers are not typically my thing, because I think anyone who's gone to Bryn Mawr has spent enough women-only chatty-chat time to last the rest of her natural life. But this

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L is now rolling over and putting his head up in the classic baby pose. Last night at 2am, he was fussing and I woke up to see what was wrong with him. He had his legs completely sticking out of the crib; his butt up against the slats.I moved him so he was completely in the crib again and then went to the bathroom. And as I was sitting there, half awake, I realized that the bottoms of his feet

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A has many names now. We have to ask to figure out who we're talking to. Over the weekend, he's been Ponyo, Sparky the dog, a dragon, a pirate dragon, and a baby dolphin.We took the baby dolphin to a local seafood place for fish, since he was a dolphin at the time. I grabbed a table with A and L while C waited for our food. When C came out with our food, I was nursing L. C picked up the ketchup

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A also likes to sing in the bathroom. (The acoustics, darling.)Here's a list of what he's been caught singing:Baby Beluga, RaffiAlligators All Around, Carole King (based on the Maurice Sendak book)Yellow Submarine, the BeatlesEverybody Needs Somebody to Love, the Blues BrothersYou Can't Always Get What You Want, the Rolling StonesHit the Road Jack, Ray CharlesWhen we hit the Stones, that's when I

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"Mommy, my underwear aren't wearing.""What?""My underwear." [Enter bathroom, discover boy trying to pull up not only pants and underpants, but pants and two pairs of underwear.]"Why do you have two pairs of underwear on? Did you have an accident at school?""No. I wanted stripes and Mr. Incredible."

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Ever hover on the edge of your decision-making process? We've got major decision-making processes all hovering right now. Are we going to have to move? Think so, but don't know so. Will we be able to afford a house we like? Don't know. Where would this house be specifically? Don't know.Maybe baby L will be pointing the way for us. For months he's been tantalizing us with his own hovering. He got

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L had his four-month checkup this week. Another round of shots (three! again!). He's 15 pounds, 8 ounces, and 25 and a half inches long. Everyone says he's a big kid, but he's actually average for weight but tall. I think it's just that he's a chub-meister.A showed great interest in L's band-aids and wanted to pull them off for him. No thanks, sweetie.

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Anyone who has successfully convinced a three-year-old that while it seems more effective to put on underpants and pants at the same time, it's actually a lot easier to put on underpants and then pants, please contact said blog owner with details.

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A knows most of the animals in the zoo. He knows what they are and what the little placard says and anything else we've talked about. So now when we go to the zoo, he plays tour guide.Example: Yesterday we were walking through Elephant Odyssey's bug section when someone said, "What is that?" And A stopped to say:Those are diving beetles. They swim down, down, down here to get some food and then

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I was stopped at a light at intersection. The little red hand that means "Don't Walk" was flashing when I first noticed the little old lady with her wheelie cart of groceries, and when it stopped she decided to walk out across six lanes against the traffic."Oh, you stupid lady. Stupid, stupid, stupid," I said to myself, but of course the three-year-old in the car heard me."Yes, that's a stupid

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L was four months old yesterday (how does the time fly). I think it's about time to make this pronouncement.L is the sweetest, most adorable, good-as-gold baby in the entire world.I haven't wanted to jinx this, but I've just reached a point where it's so terribly self-obvious that I can't deny it any more. We always thought A was an easy-going baby, so-called false advertising to all our

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It's been a fabulous decade.

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A has discovered that books are made of words and words are made of letters. He spends a lot of time pointing to signs and saying, "A for me!" But this also means he wants his texts strictly adhered to without deviations when you read them, and he follows along with a finger to try and figure out what's going on.Recently, I was nursing L while A held The Lorax. I couldn't quite hold the book and

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Last weekend, our washing machine tried to throw itself under a bus. No, no, C said, and took it apart, put it together, and wah-la. He claims he did nothing but it worked again, so I did not care.We just got home from various errands and the dryer was still going. Uh-oh. Open the door and while the clothes are moving, the dryer is cold.It seems like we're being pushed in the direction of a new

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So L looks like C. A fair amount, actually, although so far he does have blue eyes. (For now--A seems to suddenly have green eyes now. Who knew?)Niles loves C. C is his person. At the end of the day, Niles wants to be in C's lap. When C wakes up and his feet hit the floor, Niles runs to him and starts meowing at him. When C leaves a T-shirt on the floor, Niles rolls around in it in a frenzy of

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It's hard in the trenches. I hit a wall--or I keep hitting the same wall, where I realize how much time and energy new nurslings take up. L's been having a growth spurt (maybe? the Wii tells us he's only gained a pound or so), so he's been spending a lot more time in arms. And when the baby's nursing, I'm not doing anything else (except for reading, watching DVDs, or playing Settlers of Catan on

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"Mommy, there was a boy and he put this in his roast beef." [A waves comb around]"A comb?""Yes.""He put a comb in his roast beef. Hold on, sweetie." [call up Amazon, type in "comb in roast beef" and get a hit on If Roast Beef Could Fly by Jay Leno]"Is this the book?""Yes. Can you get it out of the library for me?""Yes, sweetie.""On the computer. You get it on the computer."

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At some point last week, I asked A what he thought Daddy would say about an unfortunate situation. "Damnit, damnit, damnit!" he said, in a pretty good imitation of C.But of course, the unfortunate moment came when A was playing with the new Wii Fit Plus we have here and missed a step. "Damnit, I missed the ball," he said."Don't say damnit," I said. "It's a grownup word." Oy. Let the potty mouth

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This is a birth post, while we climb out of the mire of sickness. ICAN, which is an organization dedicated to giving moms the support and knowledge they need to avoid unnecessary repeat C-sections, is having a blog carnival on VBAC and why they're important.I didn't have a VBAC--but I wanted one. Desperately. My first C-section was on the heels of 45 hours of labor, including three hours of

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Where I discover the automated litter box was not plugged in, so the poop's been building up until someone finally protested by pooping on the towel we keep the litter box on, which is fine, but then whichever cat it was tracked a certain amount of poop all over the upstairs.Of course it's today.

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A has the imprint of someone's jaws on his thigh, upper and lower, but thankfully the skin wasn't broken. He is beside himself, crying at the drop of a hat, so he stayed home today.They got a nap at the same time, which is good, but my plans for Target, pumping milk, and making it to a reading tonight are all shot to hell. Even if I had a wet nurse, the only thing I'd be good for tonight is

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The fever's abated so A's back in school. Whew. Although he got bit this morning, so sayeth his teacher, who was tipped off that A was getting bit by A saying, "Miss Rita, he's eating me."

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"Mommy?""Yes, A?""Are you taking care of me?""Yes, A; I'm trying, anyway.""Thank you for taking care of me, Mommy."

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A's got pneumonia. This explains the incessant coughing and no naps, which in turn explains the lack of blog updates. The goal this week is to not go to the hospital.L's 12 weeks and 13 pounds, 13 oz. Yeesh.

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We're all better here. I should say, we all are better here. We're not all better here. Damned modifiers. But we're better than we were. A's been back at school for two days, and I'm not hopped up on enough decongestant to knock out an elephant.I hit AmVets this morning with the L-man. He's getting so big so fast that it's nice to stop in and see if I can get anything for him on the cheap. Today,

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At least, I would if I was A.He fell asleep yesterday at 3PM in the car. We drove home to drop off groceries then were off for the calorie-laden deliciousness of In-n-Out, since their buns are dairy-free (oh, thank God).And he slept, and slept, and slept. He slept through the drop-off of me to a reading, and he slept through the pick-up, and he slept until late this morning.Then he sat at the

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We're at nine weeks today for Baby L, which means it was a big bad shot visit.First off, the check-up. He's fine, a little snorty, but fine. He's huge: 12 pounds, 12 ounces; 24+ inches long. Dairy is a common irritant and the good doctor recommends that I give up the dairy for at least a month (!), because it won't clear my system for two weeks at least. So then I need to give it another few

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A is sitting on my lap as I try to type.A: "Look at me! Let me see your blue eyes!"I laugh.A: (Staring deeply into my eyes, an inch or so away) "Let me see your smile!"I smile.A: "Oh, what a beautiful smile!"

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We're on the cusp of eight weeks. Faced with increasing baby fussiness, I'm embarking on a 7-10 day dairy purge. This is an undertaking and I am really, really grouchy. No cheese? No milk? No ice cream?But L seems quite gassy and irritated. Some resources say milk proteins in the breast milk cause that; some resources say a rapid milk-eject response does that and if he's coming off gasping during

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L officially has his first item of clothing that's too small, a sleeper in the 0-3 month, 8-11 lb. range that I tried to put him in this evening and his little feet strained the seams in the little sleeper feet.Sniff.

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"Mommy, you have a big belly.""Excuse me? I have a what?""You have a big belly.""Now?""No.""I had a big belly when I was pregnant with L, when L was in my belly?""Yes. You had a BIG belly. Your belly was bigger than Daddy's belly. But now we have L and Daddy has the big belly."Thanks, sweetheart.Earlier today, I made A the deal that if L took a nap upstairs in his bassinet (instead of in my arms)

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Last weekend, our fabulous friends the Bumps came to town and met Mr. L, played with Mr. A, and a fabulous time was had by all. They brought a quilt made by Mrs. Bump (the quilter, not the runner). L has a quilt made just for him! And it's gorgeous and useful in the cold we've been having.All our visitors have had the sucky weather. Both the Bumps and the grandparents got stuck with the cold

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Eyelashes start growing in at two weeks and actually arrive in full-force by five weeks.First voluntary, reactive smiles are at four weeks. Little happy sleep smiles happen all the time before then.

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But to tide you over...

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Baby L is just over a month old and still sweet as pie. He's spending more time being awake and alert and he's starting to get some neck control. His eyes are starting to look seriously blue.L had a one-month weight check this week since he hadn't regained his birth weight within two weeks (met the minimums for weight gain, but the doctor wanted to re-check to make sure he nursing alright).

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In retrospect, having a baby before Christmas is super and I highly recommend it as the ultimate experiment in letting go of all your expectations.Christmas was very low-key here. Being the Type-A personality I am, all the critical wrapping for A was done months and months ago, so we went to bed pretty normally for people with a newborn on Christmas Eve. Christmas morning we actually slept in and

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Every year, I've taken A to have his picture taken with Santa. It looked like that wasn't going to happen this year, and that bugged me. Part of me wanted to say screw it, and part of me didn't like the fact that the family mythology would be: A got a picture every year except the year that L was born.It bugged me enough that I made C take all of us to the mall two days before Christmas when

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Taking as many naps as I can.Sleeping with a snuggly newborn, with two cats as a bonus.A three-year-old making cookies with his dad for me.Discovering that the Kindle allows me to read even while nursing.Nursing my newborn while smelling a Christmas tree.A husband who got me a pedicure a week after birth since my toenails were really, really bothering me.The first baby card in the mail (thank you

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This is the gory details birth story post. If you're not interested, you should skip it. But there are a lot less gory details with this one than the last one.Sunday night almost two weeks ago, C and I are doing our normal Sunday night thing, which is us watching something on TV (Season 2 of Buffy, for the curious) while I fall asleep on the couch. Then C plays video games until he wakes me up to

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Nor will needing to get your roots done.Baby L made it here on Pearl Harbor Day, at a whopping 8 pounds, 11 ounces.We came home Thursday, a day earlier than necessarily recommended for a C-sections but the hospital was Not Restful. Home is much, much better, even if it looks like our house threw up all over itself.L and I are sleeping and nursing most of the time; A has one more week of school

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A's working on empathy now at school. This translates into a small boy saying, "Oh, Mommy, I have empathy for you," when I hurt myself in some way.This has been the week of the nagging: the phone calls and emails from people saying, "Say, have you had that baby yet?"No. No baby yet. Don't antagonize the pregnant woman. It's not even my due date yet. It's not even within a week of my due date. And

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We drove home from preschool this afternoon. A cyclist (using the term loosely to define person on bike since he had no helmet, no signaling ability, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and no sense) swerved in front of me while I turned left when he really should have been stopped on his side of the light where it was red."Stupid biker ASSHOLE!" I said, then realized I had the three-year-old in

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(No baby yet.)Thanksgiving was nontraditional here: mini beef Wellingtons, roasted sweet potatoes, Guiness chocolate cake. I'm not able to eat a huge meal and we didn't want to commit to a meal that takes us longer than a couple hours to make just in case labor starts (which it didn't).[Actually, the cake came a day or so later because we went to make the icing after dinner and discovered we had

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Tomorrow Baby 2.0 will officially be full-term (although still a ways from done yet, I think). Yay! I have to say, the second time around, I was much more concerned about making it to full-term than I was the first time. I think having a friend with a preemie opened my eyes to how much development is critical and crucial in those last couple weeks.Having said that, this pregnancy has not been as

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Sometimes when I pick A up from preschool, he's very tired. I've been trying to keep him from falling asleep in the car so I don't have to pick him up and carry him upstairs. One of the ways in which I do that is to engage A in ridiculous conversations on the way home, because he can (and does) wake up into outraged incredulousness.When I picked him up today, he looked groggy. I don't remember

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I now have H1N1 antibodies swimming around in my bloodstream, hopefully multiplying their little selves into colonies that will prevent me and mine from getting said nasty H1N1 flu and getting, say, hospitalized.Whew. The injection site is a little sore, but no other side effects to speak of right now. I'll mention it if something comes up. A doesn't seem to have any side effects so far, but he

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Last week, A and I went to the beach before swim class. He played in the sand. I've added his "I'm going to be a model" beach shot here so you can appreciate the kind of cuteness we're dealing with.This was also the day of his flu shot, so he had these two little rubber-and-wire toy doggies that he was playing with in the sand. He'd bury them and tell me he was going to find some treasure, then

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I've got an appointment to go get vaccinated, next Tuesday at 10:30AM. Happy day!I should share: Yesterday, among my other annoyances with the pediatrician's office, as I was leaving, I saw a post-it taped over the receptionist's credit card machine that said, "Pregnant moms, $42.00."I'm that person who asks. "So, can I get the H1N1 shot here?"The receptionist looked at me like Oh God, we're so

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Sometimes it feels like all I do is drive around in the car. Tuesday: A at the dentist. Wednesday morning: me at the OB with A in tow; Wednesday after noon: me at the dentist without A, thank God. Thursday morning: me at the hospital filling out pre-admittance paperwork to L&D; Thursday afternoon: A gets an H1N1 flu shot.Let me just say that while I love the doctors in A's pediatrician office, I

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A did great; he's got wonderfully clean and pristine teeth with only a few pits on his molars and a beautifully aligned bite. They let him run the Mr. Thirsty water-sucker-thing and the air/water gun, and he thought that was wonderful.Our dentist's office (still) adores him. And they scheduled me for a cleaning tomorrow and assured me that I'm having a girl. But A assured them that he's getting a

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A is scheduled for his shot next Thursday, so keep your fingers crossed that he actually gets it.I am on a wait list for a shot at my doctor's office, and am apparently ranked pretty high up there on the list. All the free clinics in San Diego are offering the nasal spray, which I can't have. My OB is not offering the shots; if I'd gone to an OB clinic instead of a doctor in private practice, I

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Every morning, A comes in and wraps his arms around me and lovingly rubs my belly and back, which I thought was a lovely way to show his interest in the baby.Or so I thought until yesterday, when I realized he's not lovingly rubbing me as much as lovingly tracing my ever-growing stretch marks.

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We had Halloween. A went Trick-or-Treating for the very first time with his friend H. A was a lion, H was a firefighter. We met up with a mob of kids; A and H were the littlest ones in the group, adorable. The neighborhood wasn't super, lots of houses without lights and lots of big hills, so after a reasonable number of houses (under ten), we split H and A off from the big group and doubled back,

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A got to wear his Halloween costume to school today, a lion costume. He's been practicing his roars and he's quite cute.When I picked him up, he was wearing a different costume, a bright yellow bodysuit."Did he have an accident?" I asked."Oh no," his teacher said, "the lion was just too hot and we had some costumes donated, so we changed him. I hope that's okay." She hands me his lion costume and

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We overslept this morning and were therefore running late to drop A off for school. (When we run late, we run late: A needs his meds and that's just 10-20 minutes we have to spend every morning regardless of how late we are.)We made it before he was technically late, but the class had already started their morning activity, a circle around their teacher while they sing or read a story together.A

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[Health note: still voiceless. Didn't sleep really well last night. Am taking today very easy with soup and tea and not much activity.]Baby 2.0 is a-coming and it's going to be a completely different time of year for us to have a newborn. A was born during the hottest summer on record, so despite all the warnings and shopping lists in baby magazines which said we'd need 6-12 sleepers at least

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I am just going to be sick forever, it seems.Headed to my PCP today, and can I just say: they have their act together in that office. I check in, I pay, I go to the waiting room, they call me, I get my vitals checked, and my doctor sees me. It's amazing how fast it is.Good (?) news: the laryngitis is a virus that's going around and I just have to live through it. No strep.Bad news: My doctor's

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Our friends just left. Sigh. They spun through town like a whirlwind to go to a wedding, but happily were able to make some time for a visit with us this week. It's just wonderful to see them. A adores them, particularly Mr. Bump, who was "my [A's] Mr. Bump."I am sick. Friday night I was down for the count, took it easy Saturday, felt better Sunday, did Disney Monday, I have lost my voice as of

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This is random, but I've been Googling "Hawaii with kids" recently in anticipation of a potential trip next year, and what a big bunch of whiny whiners there are out there.Look, I know traveling with kids, especially the little kids, can be a PITA. Seriously. They have so much stuff you need to take along: diapers, TSA-unfriendly creams, heavy car seats, extra clothes, blankets, snacks, wipes.

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I did get my rock-star mommyness on; I got A an appointment at his doctor's for a seasonal flu shot (independent of the H1N1 vaccine), and he got it today.He took it like a champ. The doctor's office was backed up with people getting flu shots. Crazy. But he got his injectable vaccine and I got his vaccination record updated and we're all set on seasonal flu vaccines in our household.Next stop:

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Yesterday we headed to the House of Mouse. It was jam-packed with people, crazy full. The Halloween celebration draws a lot of people; there was apparently some kind of charity walk/event where people got free tickets.One of the things we like to do at the House of Mouse is get Mickey-shaped ice cream bars and sit in the Carnation Plaza Gardens and eat them. There's a bandstand there with a small

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Sometimes we have those days (as I'm sure you do too) where it's apparent that none of us should have gotten out of bed.C didn't sleep well. He's had a lot of work stress recently and sees a lot of late nights coming up this week.We've been trying to get A a flu shot. His pediatrician's office isn't giving them until they get their H1N1 vaccine supply, because they want to give both shots at once

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A capped off his bad day yesterday by taking my embroidery scissors and almost completely cutting through the foot pedal cord of my (relatively) brand new sewing machine.He's fine. I was in the bathroom. He came to me and said, "Mommy, it was really loud," so he obviously had some learning lesson about electricity that wasn't lethal.Now I need a new foot pedal (or cord, at least). So much for all

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Everything's fine. I had blood tests; they actually got the results (I thought the tech was going to lose the vials of my blood) and everything was perfect. Fundal height is 31 cm, which is perfect for 31 weeks, so all the people who keep telling me that I'm not big at all and "that baby doesn't seem to be growing at all" can shove it. My doctor's happy and would like me to stop reading any

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This week, C's been burning the midnight oil at work, which means he drops A off at preschool and then he's home late. Really late.Usually this sends me into fits, but I've been surprised by how well A and I are coping. A's had a head cold since Monday (Sunday, really). We've been giving him the more rigorous slate of meds for his asthma, since we don't want him back in the hospital, thank you

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The weather has finally turned from hot to fall-ish here. My cold weather detector, otherwise known as Jake, woke me up at 1AM by climbing under the comforter with me and stretching out over my enormous belly. I was happy for the warmth, but by 4AM he had completely taken over my side of the bed, wedging himself inextricably between me and my body pillow. He's still in bed now, almost where he

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"Another book, please, and not the last one.""Really." As in "really good" the modifier or "really?" the question. (Okay, this could be from us.)"Look, it's a Caldecott." You know, the ALA medal for achievement in children's picture books? He recognizes the sticker."What's this?" he asked me, pointing at his Dr. Seuss map book."Longitude," I said."This is latitude," he said, pointing at the next

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Morning preschool is so much freaking better than afternoon preschool. Instead of our day being somewhat hackneyed, it went like this:Drop A off at schoolDrop C off at workCome home for blessed quiet time on my ownPick up A from schoolNap for ALunch for me (and more quiet time)Snack, playtime, reading time, dinner for APick up C from workBedtime for AHurray!

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Yesterday was Back-to-School night, where parents go to school (apparently with children in tow) and talk to their children's teachers. A mercifully passed out after school yesterday, so our neighbor watched A while I went in. C was swamped at work and could not make it, which was a pity all around. I got to talk to his teacher and his speech teacher.His teacher is, to quote a friend, "funny and

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