in case you missed this on todd's blog on sunday:
even though i know vader is on the dark side, it still weirds me out to see him pelvic-thrusting.
three's a crowd
i've had a lot of people ask me how the transition has been, going from two kids to three.
i won't lie. sometimes, it's really hard. when one of them needs something, they all need something. all at once. it's hard only getting new-mom amounts of sleep and still having to keep up with two bigger whirlwind kiddos throughout the day. we're not as mobile, and the kids have gotten restless to play outside now that the weather's nicer, but it's just not super do-able with a tiny baby just yet. everything is harder: grocery shopping, garage saling, making dinner. the amount of laundry is indescribable. 80% of the time, at least one of them is crying. 90% of the time, at least one of them is awake (bye bye, mommy rest-time). and as much as i love cuddling finneas, and as speedy as he's getting at eating, i'm still spending around four hours a day nursing. just sitting there. while the older two destroy the house and pillage each other.
BUT.
in my personal experience (and i know it's different for every family), this time has been a lot easier than the transition last time. part of that is because of the horrible postpartum depression i dealt with after penelope came home, and i'm so blessed to not be dealing with that this time around. but a lot of it is because i feel like i finally am getting my bearings being a mom to newborns. i've found a really comfortable balance of scheduling and flexibility. i'm not so anxious if finneas isn't sleeping during the day, or if he wants to nurse at weird times. i'm more able to handle his 'bored' cries without feeling like i need to drop what i'm doing to entertain him, or getting frustrated with him for wanting to be entertained. my day does not have to revolve around his schedule. i am not having to learn how to split my attention and affection between multiple kids for the first time. and time flies, so even the long days aren't so long, and the long nights are slightly less long.
so my personal but honest assessment has been that this time around has been generally easy peasy as far as newborn weeks go. (i realize that's like saying someone was in a good car wreck, as far as car wrecks go. but still.)
so consider this my little encouragement to all you overwhelmed mamas out there to go get yourself knocked up and see if i'm not right. or just take my word on it. whatever works.
(i apologize in advance for my sporadic posting this week; my internet has been really spotty for some reason.)
i won't lie. sometimes, it's really hard. when one of them needs something, they all need something. all at once. it's hard only getting new-mom amounts of sleep and still having to keep up with two bigger whirlwind kiddos throughout the day. we're not as mobile, and the kids have gotten restless to play outside now that the weather's nicer, but it's just not super do-able with a tiny baby just yet. everything is harder: grocery shopping, garage saling, making dinner. the amount of laundry is indescribable. 80% of the time, at least one of them is crying. 90% of the time, at least one of them is awake (bye bye, mommy rest-time). and as much as i love cuddling finneas, and as speedy as he's getting at eating, i'm still spending around four hours a day nursing. just sitting there. while the older two destroy the house and pillage each other.
BUT.
in my personal experience (and i know it's different for every family), this time has been a lot easier than the transition last time. part of that is because of the horrible postpartum depression i dealt with after penelope came home, and i'm so blessed to not be dealing with that this time around. but a lot of it is because i feel like i finally am getting my bearings being a mom to newborns. i've found a really comfortable balance of scheduling and flexibility. i'm not so anxious if finneas isn't sleeping during the day, or if he wants to nurse at weird times. i'm more able to handle his 'bored' cries without feeling like i need to drop what i'm doing to entertain him, or getting frustrated with him for wanting to be entertained. my day does not have to revolve around his schedule. i am not having to learn how to split my attention and affection between multiple kids for the first time. and time flies, so even the long days aren't so long, and the long nights are slightly less long.
so my personal but honest assessment has been that this time around has been generally easy peasy as far as newborn weeks go. (i realize that's like saying someone was in a good car wreck, as far as car wrecks go. but still.)
so consider this my little encouragement to all you overwhelmed mamas out there to go get yourself knocked up and see if i'm not right. or just take my word on it. whatever works.
(i apologize in advance for my sporadic posting this week; my internet has been really spotty for some reason.)
gearing up for gardening
so, i've already mentioned that i've been trying to get the garden ready for planting. and while i haven't planted much yet (i know, i know, i have to get on that), i've been prepping for planting for a while now.
in march, i planted pepper, tomato and basil seeds indoors. i probably could have stood to put them under a grow light, but with our awesomely huge south-facing windows, i just figured it was good enough to stick them in the kitchen and pray for the best.
so they're still pretty spindly. and i've been hardening them off this week and they're looking a little more like pre-pubescent seedlings than they are like full-on-facial-hair-stage seedlings, and they appear to be terrified of wind. and the sun. so we'll see how they do. i'm pretty sure the weather is going to shove them into their lockers and/or trash can them.
in addition to these little guys, i have gotten a few things planted so far; some onions, peas, bush beans, and carrots. the carrots are an experiment: i took a morning and made 'seed tape' (surprisingly not something i found on pinterest), where i made a paste of wheat flour and water, then 'glued' carrot seeds in intensive-planting spacing onto strips of newspaper. that way i don't waste as many carrot seeds having to thin everything out later, and all i had to do was cover the tape with a thin layer of soil. i think i have one baby carrot showing itself, but it's too soon to tell for sure.
here's what all i'm hoping to grow this year:
onions
garlic (planted last fall, but not looking so hot right now)
carrots
bush beans
peas
cherry tomatoes
canning tomatoes
sweet potatoes
bell peppers
jalapeno peppers (spicy and mild)
cilantro
basil
dill
cucumbers
zucchini
pumpkins
so here's hoping for the best. but even if it up and does awesome, i think i've already experienced the biggest victory of Gardening Season 2012, and that is realizing that i have finally used those springform pans i begged todd for in 2008 because i desperately needed them and would use them all.the.time.
in march, i planted pepper, tomato and basil seeds indoors. i probably could have stood to put them under a grow light, but with our awesomely huge south-facing windows, i just figured it was good enough to stick them in the kitchen and pray for the best.
so they're still pretty spindly. and i've been hardening them off this week and they're looking a little more like pre-pubescent seedlings than they are like full-on-facial-hair-stage seedlings, and they appear to be terrified of wind. and the sun. so we'll see how they do. i'm pretty sure the weather is going to shove them into their lockers and/or trash can them.
in addition to these little guys, i have gotten a few things planted so far; some onions, peas, bush beans, and carrots. the carrots are an experiment: i took a morning and made 'seed tape' (surprisingly not something i found on pinterest), where i made a paste of wheat flour and water, then 'glued' carrot seeds in intensive-planting spacing onto strips of newspaper. that way i don't waste as many carrot seeds having to thin everything out later, and all i had to do was cover the tape with a thin layer of soil. i think i have one baby carrot showing itself, but it's too soon to tell for sure.
onions
garlic (planted last fall, but not looking so hot right now)
carrots
bush beans
peas
cherry tomatoes
canning tomatoes
sweet potatoes
bell peppers
jalapeno peppers (spicy and mild)
cilantro
basil
dill
cucumbers
zucchini
pumpkins
so here's hoping for the best. but even if it up and does awesome, i think i've already experienced the biggest victory of Gardening Season 2012, and that is realizing that i have finally used those springform pans i begged todd for in 2008 because i desperately needed them and would use them all.the.time.
two months old!
finneas (or, as i like to call him, 'sweets,' because it's hypermasculine) turned two months old yesterday. he is getting older, as demonstrated by his spare tire and male pattern baldness. (seriously. kid is a chunk and kid is balding.)
he has been cooing and smiling all the time, and he loves sitting in his bouncy seat and kicking his legs to watch the little toys above him clang around. as for other favorite activities, he likes sucking on his hands, eating every 2.5 - 3.5 hours, and also not dying at the hands of his loving siblings.
he is a great sleeper (for the most part). he has generally been taking his last feeding around 9:30, eating between 4:30 and 5:00, and getting up for the day around 7:30. he frequently takes a 2.5-hour long nap in the morning and several shorter naps throughout the rest of the day. we've stopped swaddling him so he can suck on his hands (he still refuses to take a pacifier), and he no longer likes being rocked to sleep. (for a long time, i'd swaddle him and then scrunch him up against me with his head on my chest and his legs wrapped up under my armpit, and i'd rock him for three to five minutes, after which he'd be out. cold.) he just wants to be laid in his bed, where he'll sometimes fuss for a few minutes (but frequently not) and fall asleep on his own. it's awesome in one sense, but i really miss those five minutes every couple of hours to cuddle him. not that i can't do it at other times, but it's not the same, you know?
this is his Glamour Shots by Deb 'look of far-off wonderment.'
that stupid 'let's wake up after 45 minutes of napping even though i'm still tired' thing reared its ugly head for a few days, but seems to have retreated in submission for the time being.
he's SUPER chill. i know i say that about all my babies, but then the next baby comes along and redefines 'chill.' he just likes to hang out in his bouncy seat or on the floor in the general vicinity of the family (well, more like in the general vicinity of a supervisory and protective adult). and i hate to admit it, but he's so chill and quiet and content that i have, on multiple occasions, forgotten he was there.
showing off his killer upper bod for all the chicas in the audience.
he ate from a bottle for the first time on saturday so that i could leave him with todd while i got my hair and nails did (because i'm a real housewife of central iowa) and according to todd, he did great.
um, what else am i going to want to remember later on, after i forget most of this season? i'm probably already forgetting something but that seems to be it for now. all i know is that i'm SERIOUSLY in love and i could just sniff his little head and run my fingers through his barely-existent hair and ogle at his sweet little self all decked out in a plain white onesie all. day. long.
photos from his official two-month sesh.
he is a great sleeper (for the most part). he has generally been taking his last feeding around 9:30, eating between 4:30 and 5:00, and getting up for the day around 7:30. he frequently takes a 2.5-hour long nap in the morning and several shorter naps throughout the rest of the day. we've stopped swaddling him so he can suck on his hands (he still refuses to take a pacifier), and he no longer likes being rocked to sleep. (for a long time, i'd swaddle him and then scrunch him up against me with his head on my chest and his legs wrapped up under my armpit, and i'd rock him for three to five minutes, after which he'd be out. cold.) he just wants to be laid in his bed, where he'll sometimes fuss for a few minutes (but frequently not) and fall asleep on his own. it's awesome in one sense, but i really miss those five minutes every couple of hours to cuddle him. not that i can't do it at other times, but it's not the same, you know?
he's SUPER chill. i know i say that about all my babies, but then the next baby comes along and redefines 'chill.' he just likes to hang out in his bouncy seat or on the floor in the general vicinity of the family (well, more like in the general vicinity of a supervisory and protective adult). and i hate to admit it, but he's so chill and quiet and content that i have, on multiple occasions, forgotten he was there.
he ate from a bottle for the first time on saturday so that i could leave him with todd while i got my hair and nails did (because i'm a real housewife of central iowa) and according to todd, he did great.
um, what else am i going to want to remember later on, after i forget most of this season? i'm probably already forgetting something but that seems to be it for now. all i know is that i'm SERIOUSLY in love and i could just sniff his little head and run my fingers through his barely-existent hair and ogle at his sweet little self all decked out in a plain white onesie all. day. long.
oh, so THAT'S what that stands for.
being gluten free (or really, only 98% gluten free, if i'm being honest) is a big old fatty of a bummer. sometimes you just want a cupcake, you know? and so sometimes when i see those "GF" labels on food, i first feel really excited because it means i can eat it, but then i feel bummed out because i'm about to spend five times what i would on a non-labeled product for food that tastes significantly more like cat litter.
so in order to dupe myself into thinking my intolerance-induced deprivation actually ROCKS, i've decided to start assuming that "GF" stands for ghetto fabulous.
rice bread got you down? grab a loaf of ghetto fabulous rice bread.
tired of the same-old-same-old nut crackers? try some ghetto fabulous nut crackers.
see? it's really hard to be depressed when you're pretty sure you're eating like snookie. although, limit yourself to thinking that's the only thing you have in common with her, or you're about to get even more depressed than you were in the first place.
so in order to dupe myself into thinking my intolerance-induced deprivation actually ROCKS, i've decided to start assuming that "GF" stands for ghetto fabulous.
rice bread got you down? grab a loaf of ghetto fabulous rice bread.
tired of the same-old-same-old nut crackers? try some ghetto fabulous nut crackers.
see? it's really hard to be depressed when you're pretty sure you're eating like snookie. although, limit yourself to thinking that's the only thing you have in common with her, or you're about to get even more depressed than you were in the first place.
the hillbilly chronicles, part three: check out what almost gave me tetanus.
so, 'member how i'm turning our yard into the eyesore of the neighborhood? it's basically because i have a 'yard art guy'-shaped hole in my heart. however, my aesthetic leans more toward the primitive than the 'artistic.' (quotation marks necessary.)
in my efforts to turn my backyard into a pioneer days farm, i have come to find some interesting and downright life-threatening treasures.
exhibit A:
this piece of wood with rusty nails sticking out of both ends was found behind my deceptively sweet-sounding honeysuckle bushes.
exhibit B:
this rusty old stake was found driven partway into the ground, probably to hide in the grass while still being a likely candidate for getting stepped on and/or tripped over.
and while i don't have photos, i have also found pieces of broken glass the size of my hand, an entire glass casserole dish buried in the ground and then shattered into moderately sized shards, and a rusty old hacksaw blade. oh, and remember that time i found a bag full of cockroaches and antidepressants?
i'm pretty sure someone in my neighborhood is out to at least maim me. now it's just a matter of figuring out who so i know who to sue for medical reimbursement.
although, i did find a dollar floating around my yard a few weeks back, so maybe whoever it is is starting to feel bad that they're going to cost us so much in tetanus shots and antivenom. (i'm only assuming there are also poisonous snakes back there because it wouldn't make sense if there weren't.)
also, Snarky Commenter Who's Just Waiting To Point Out My Discrepencies, the title is on purpose and i will explain next week. if i don't develop a fatal infection before then.
in my efforts to turn my backyard into a pioneer days farm, i have come to find some interesting and downright life-threatening treasures.
exhibit A:
this piece of wood with rusty nails sticking out of both ends was found behind my deceptively sweet-sounding honeysuckle bushes.
exhibit B:
this rusty old stake was found driven partway into the ground, probably to hide in the grass while still being a likely candidate for getting stepped on and/or tripped over.
and while i don't have photos, i have also found pieces of broken glass the size of my hand, an entire glass casserole dish buried in the ground and then shattered into moderately sized shards, and a rusty old hacksaw blade. oh, and remember that time i found a bag full of cockroaches and antidepressants?
i'm pretty sure someone in my neighborhood is out to at least maim me. now it's just a matter of figuring out who so i know who to sue for medical reimbursement.
although, i did find a dollar floating around my yard a few weeks back, so maybe whoever it is is starting to feel bad that they're going to cost us so much in tetanus shots and antivenom. (i'm only assuming there are also poisonous snakes back there because it wouldn't make sense if there weren't.)
also, Snarky Commenter Who's Just Waiting To Point Out My Discrepencies, the title is on purpose and i will explain next week. if i don't develop a fatal infection before then.
video vednesday: keep your peanut butter hands off my fiddy-inch vizio
i look nice. i got dozens of dollars and that's right, it goes straight to my daughters and my wife...
i know i posted this once already, but it was back when i was postpartum with penelope and it brings me such joy that i figured you guys could deal with a repeat every couple years or so. maybe i'll make it a postpartum tradition.
i know i posted this once already, but it was back when i was postpartum with penelope and it brings me such joy that i figured you guys could deal with a repeat every couple years or so. maybe i'll make it a postpartum tradition.
buried in an avalanche of love.
this morning i was upstairs changing the sheets and i heard finneas start to cry, so i came downstairs expecting to find that one of them tripped over him or something. (it happens.) instead, this is what i found:
this girlie loves her baby brother. she tries daily to share her most prized possessions with him, including her blankie and special baby doll, and (as of today) her trash truck and etch-a-sketch.
in the thirty seconds it took me to snap these pictures, she continued to work on literally smothering him with love until he was reduced to nothing more than a (very angry) pair of eyes:
baby finn is well loved, which he will know someday if he happens to live through his infancy without being suffocated to death.
this girlie loves her baby brother. she tries daily to share her most prized possessions with him, including her blankie and special baby doll, and (as of today) her trash truck and etch-a-sketch.
in the thirty seconds it took me to snap these pictures, she continued to work on literally smothering him with love until he was reduced to nothing more than a (very angry) pair of eyes:
baby finn is well loved, which he will know someday if he happens to live through his infancy without being suffocated to death.
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