Toddler Days

I once read an author who described parenthood as a “necessary shock to one’s selfishness.”  Now, I’m not convinced that she’s 100% right about the necessary part, but lately, I’m convinced about the shock to my selfishness.

It’s the toddler days that are hard for me to bear.  Pregnancy isn’t a big deal to me (so far).  Sure, you have aches and pains and heartburn (oh the heartburn right now!), but the thought of being pregnant again is no big deal.

Labor & delivery isn’t a big deal to me.  (Again, so far).  Births #1 and #2 weren’t traumatic or anything and I walked away with a baby.  How cool is that?

The early days of a newborn don’t scare me.  Been there.  Done that.  Learned a lot.  Will learn some more in a few months.  It’s a really intense and tiring time, but it isn’t so bad.

It’s the “Terrible Twos” or whatever you want to call them.  It’s not so much the “Oh wow — look what I can do.  Bet you never thought of me playing with my poop on the wall” experiences.  I can laugh at those.  It’s the “Mom & Dad, are your boundaries for real?” testing that goes on.  It’s the “I just realized that I really don’t have to do what you say.  Your words do not automatically command my body to action.” moments.  It’s the “I just woke up from my nap and I am ANGRY at everything and everyone for no reason.”

“They” aren’t kidding when they say that some days are hard.  But some days are wonderful too.  And, really, more realistically – the same day is both hard and wonderful.

When my kids are all out of toddler, I can definitely see where I’ll miss some moments that this unique age brings.

  • The wonder when they discover something new.
  • The “talking” that they (well, at least Finn so far) do when they’re falling asleep.
  • The random hugs that they want.
  • The insistence that they give you a “hug and a kiss” even if you’re just running to the grocery store without them.
  • The way they love taking baths and just dumping water from 1 bowl to the other.
  • The way they jump out of the tub after that bad and can’t wait to go see Dada and show him that they’re “nakey”.
  • The way that they don’t care if it is the 4th time today that they’ve heard “The Daddy Mountain”, they want it one more time.

But I know that I am being made a better person because of my kids.  Because they frustrate me.  Because I get so confused about how to train them.  Because I get so caught up in MY way and MY wants and MY needs that I get angry when I don’t have things the way that I want them.  It’s all a part of growing up, I guess – they’re growing up and mine!



So many times I look at a cute gift idea on pinterest and think “Nah, I can’t use that…my kids aren’t old enough.”  And they may not be.  But my co-workers are!

Last week, I made them each a simple mechanical pencil taped with a piece of paper that said “You got the ‘write’ stuff to make this a great team!”  I laid one on each of their desks in the morning.

Cheesy?  You betcha.

Fun?  You betcha.

Made them smile?  Most of them!


30 week check up!

This appointment just seems like a weird one.  This is the first one when you start going every other week instead of once every 4 weeks (at least at my doctor’s practice).  So, I go there and it seems like I was just there!

And again….another short one.  In and out in 5 minutes.  That’s what happens when you don’t have any questions, I guess.

  • I’m up 2 pounds from 2 weeks ago.  Yikes!
  • My blood pressure is good.
  • Baby’s heartbeat is good (in the 130s this time).
  • I feel lots of movement still.
  • No gestational diabetes.
  • I am starting to “measure small” though, so we’re going to do a growth ultrasound at 34 weeks like I did with my first 2 pregnancies.  No major concerns, just keep an eye on it.

That’s it.  See her in another 2 weeks!

In this latest edition of “Things I want to Remember”…

Stephen had his 15-month check up at the pediatrician’s office last week.  Went great.  They didn’t write down his numbers for me (I thought they would, so I didn’t bother writing them down), but if memory serves, he’s:

  • 90th percentile for height
  • 20th percentile for weight (which surprised me a little bit cause that boy can eat!  And he’s got a little baby belly on him.  But I guess that’s why it’s called a baby belly — babies have them!)
  • 70th percentile for head size

None of those are radically off from where he’s been in the past, so he’s growing!  He isn’t saying as many words as they’d like.  He pretty much only says Dada and Daddy.  (Yes, no mama yet).  But he does ‘talk’ all the time.  We’ll just keep watching it.

Finn recently took the “child lock” off his bedroom door.  For about a year since Finn’s been tall enough to open bedroom doors himself, we’ve “locked him” in his room at night with one of those child safety locks.  I just had visions of him escaping at night, running down to the kitchen and practicing a knife throwing routine for the circus.  Last night, I was working in my room and he came in twice and handed me the lock. He hadn’t figured out how to open the door with the lock, but rather to take the lock off!  Oh well…we had been thinking that it was time to do so anyway since we’ll eventually want to night potty train him and we’ll want him to be able to leave his room to go to the bathroom. This is as good a time as any before he and Stephen share a room soon.

We’re eating through our freezer!  I don’t think I’ve mentioned it on here, but I blog occasionally for Mom Saves Money and I’ve been posting how my deep freeze has gotten out of control.  So, we’ve been intentionally eating from the freezer this month instead of adding to it.  Lessons learned: we don’t really eat frozen pizza, but we do eat cheese!  This week’s goal is to organize, organize, organize!  Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four.

Home improvements – but not the fun kind.  Our house has a toy room.  I mean, I’m sure it was intended to be a family room, but for us, it’s a toy room.  But man, it gets cold!  We suspect the fireplace is leaking and maybe the door to the back deck, so we had a home inspector come in who has an infrared camera.  Diagnosis: the fireplace is leaking, the door is fine, but your attic doesn’t have adequate insulation and your furnace is old.  Really old.  Like 28 years old.  Like “How are you all not dead yet?” kind of old.  And same with the water heater.  So, last week, we got a new water heater.  And a new furnace.  Next week is more attic insulation.  I need to price out getting the fireplace converted to gas.  It’s wood burning, but it’s been stuffed full of styrofoam from the previous owners and I’m afraid to look in it!

And man, my kids are cute!


No gestational diabetes!

So, I had to take the 3-hour Glucose Tolerance test on Monday after having “not passed” the 1-hour version.  I passed!

It wasn’t too bad, but it certainly wasn’t fun.

  • 7:45 – I got in there by 7:45 am, having fasted since midnight (really, 8:00 p.m. the night before).  They took blood to get a baseline and make sure my levels weren’t too high to give me the glucose drink.
  • 8:10 – 20 minutes later, they confirmed that I wasn’t too high and could proceed.    Drank the drink.  The tech had informed me that it was more sugary than the 1 hour version, but I couldn’t tell much of a difference.
  • 8:30 – I had brought my work laptop and tried to get some work done.  Did okay until about 15-20 minutes after drinking the stuff.  I wouldn’t say that I was dizzy per se, but my vision got a little wobbly, so I just shut my laptop screen, drank lots of water and walked a bit.  It passed within another 15 minutes or so.
  • 9:10 – They took another sample.  I resumed working.  I kept drinking water.
  • 10:10 – They took another sample.  I kept working.  I kept drinking water.
  • 11:10 – They took the last sample.  The gal asked me how I was feeling and I said fine.  She said “The lab won’t tell me your numbers, just that they are really low.  They suggest you drink this apple juice and eat these crackers.”  Sure!  I was hungry by that point anyway.

The next day, the nurse called and said I passed.  No dietary changes needed.  Hip! Hip!  Hooray!


28 week check up!

Had my 28 week check up with Baby #3 (still unnamed!) earlier this week.  Another quick appointment.

  • I’m up 17 pounds.  Disappointed with this since that’s higher than my other 2 pregnancies and higher than I remembered.
  • Heartbeat is in the 140s.
  • Movement is strong (despite being told the placenta is anterior (in the front), this baby moves quite strongly!)
  • Measuring right on track.

I had to do the 1 hour gestational diabetes test which was totally fine for me.  I drank it, didn’t feel bad, gave blood at the right time.  No news is good news.  EXCEPT…they called tonight.  I “didn’t pass” by 1 point. You need to be under 140 to skip the 3 hour test and I came in at 140.  So, Monday, I get to go in and take the 3 hour test.  Lovely.

Work was totally fine about it, but that will be my 3rd day “missing work” to some degree.  Today (Thursday), I worked from home because we had a new water heater installed.  Tomorrow (Friday), I’ll be working from home because we’re having a new furnace installed.  And now on Monday, I’ll work as much as I can while sitting in the hospital lab waiting area, just waiting for the times where I need to give blood again.  I do fine working from home in a pinch, but sometimes, it’s just easier to talk to people face-to-face.  In my job anyway.

I also have a bad cough.  That’s been going on for a week now and keeping me awake at night.  It got to the point where I was sleeping on the couch for a couple of nights to a) not wake up Jeff with my hacking and b) have some thing more sturdy to cough against and c) hope that sleeping upright would help.  It wasn’t really helping.  So I got a series of antibiotics.  I think it’s helping, but it’s day 3 and it’s still not gone.  IRG!

New Boys Room

With a new baby coming, I started to think about Finn & Stephen sharing a bedroom.  At first, I was just going to set up Stephen’s bed in Finn’s room and move him in there when the time was right.  But I realized that the best room for 2 kids was actually Stephen’s room.  Simply because of where the closet was in the room, it gave more walls for more beds & dresser.  So that meant:

  • Making the nursery into a “big boy” room.
  • Moving Finn into that “big boy” room now.
  • Making the current “big boy” room into a “nursery”.
  • Moving Stephen into that “nursery”.
  • Move Stephen into the “big boy” room when Baby #3 comes.
  • Baby #3 sleeps in the “nursery.”

Since I was never really thrilled about the color of the nursery, I wanted to repaint.  I didn’t have to – it was a perfectly fine color; just not one that I wanted anymore.  And it’s easier to repaint it when you’re moving furniture around anyway AND before 2 boys sleep there instead of 1.  So I repainted it white.  Stark white.  Never had a white room before.

BUT…I also did a big stripe near the bottom (but not at the bottom) of the wall.  AND I painted the trim!  I didn’t do the door trim yet — not brave enough for that, but I did the trim next to the floor!  I LOVE the way it looks, so that’s further confirmation that it’s the path that I want to go.

I don’t have any BEFORE pictures, but here’s the AFTER pictures.  (BTW…one of my goals for 2015 is to photograph my house – as it is, in all it’s imperfections.  It’ll be fun for memory lane sakes.)

It isn’t done, of course.

  • I ordered curtains in navy for the room.  Didn’t like them.  Will keep looking.
  • We’ll set up a Toddler bed in there for Stephen in a couple of months.  It’ll go across from Finn’s next to the window.
  • The boys have coordinating bedspreads (which they didn’t get for Christmas).  Eventually, they’ll get those.  Finn already has a comforter, but with potty training, it’s easier to use blankets because when accidents happen, I can wash everything in 1 load.
  • I want to add more 8×11 pictures to the wall, which I’ll do over time.  When Baby #3 is born, we’ll take family pictures again, so that might provide a nice opportunity for more photos.



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