1. Sometimes I take pictures of things other than my kids. Not often, but sometimes.
2. Sometimes big sister surprises me. Sometimes she willingly helps little sister, like when her clothes come unsnapped. Makes my heart melt just a little.
3. Mia was sick earlier this week. She only had a little cough for a day, but was unusually cranky for several days and would not let me set her down. At least not without crying. And she refused to take a bottle, which ensured I wasn't going to leave her for long. I had a sore throat, so I can only assume her throat hurt too, but she had no way of telling me, except by clinging to me every minute of the day. She is better now, smiling and happy and willing to play on her own for a few minutes at a time. Yay!
4. We had cookies for breakfast today. They have corn flakes and oatmeal in them, so I have to believe they are meant to be breakfast food. The excessive amounts of brown sugar and butter are irrelevant. Also, I plan to share the recipe, because it is awesome and everyone should try it, but I'm not sharing it today because I am lazy and like to keep people in suspense like that. I have a habit of foreshadowing future topics and then never writing about them. It is likely that corn flake oatmeal cookies will also fall in this category. Also, this picture has nothing to do with what I just wrote.
5. I have been staying at my mom's house for two weeks now. What started as a weekend stay turned into a week, then another weekend, and now, here I am, two weeks later, wondering why I have such trouble going home.
6. Twice this week, Mia loaded her morning diaper. LOADED. Yes, another story about poop. This story involves poop from armpits to kneecaps and an early morning bath in the kitchen sink. Not once. TWICE. It was on these mornings that I remembered why I have such trouble going home. Because going home means that early morning kitchen sink baths are impossible, mostly because we don't have a kitchen sink. Going home also means we don't have a tub inside our trailer, so it would have turned into a group trip to the bathroom. Why? Because I can't leave big sister alone in the trailer for prolonged periods of time or she inevitably locks me out and then cries while I get the key to let myself back in. Also, there is the whole safety issue of leaving a two year old unattended for any amount of time. Living in a trailer is hard, and I'm a wimp, and all it took was some poop to help me figure this out.
7. Mia, my normally awesome sleeping child, has entered the stage of, "If I go to sleep, I will miss something awesome. Therefore, I will cry and fuss and hold my head up as high as I can, no matter how sleepy I feel, even though it would be soooo much easier to just close my eyes." I don't actually know if that is what she is thinking, but that is my best guess. She also has gone from sleeping 8-9 hours at night (at 3 months), to 4-5 hours (at 4 months), to 2-3 (at 5 months), and now is creeping back up to 4-5 hours. We added cereal, at the pediatrician's suggestion, which she loves. However, it also makes her a cranky, fussy, crying baby every night before bed, who wakes up every 2 to 3 hours during the night to nurse, and who has trouble falling back asleep. I haven't fed her cereal in almost two weeks and we are doing much better. Anyone else have a problem like this? Laci started cereal at 4 1/2 months and we never had any problems.
8. I'm still taking a picture of each girl (at least) once a day. Will I turn it into a blog? A photo book? I have no idea. I have big plans in my head and little time to turn my thoughts into reality, so only time will tell. But I'm 22 for 22 so far. Woooo. (Yeah, I'm a woo girl).
9. Mia Lou Who.
10. Big sister doesn't like her picture taken. Ever. I might have to resort to bribery if I want her to actually look at the camera. Animals are good bribery. And ice. Ice water is her current favorite food. Yes, I know that ice water isn't food, nor does it contain any nutritional value. Try telling that to Laci. Anyway, that should explain why most of the pictures are of Mia - she is too little to run away, and too sweet to not smile.
I think that about covers everything random and useless in my head. I'll be back tomorrow with something more meaningful, like how to remove baby poop stains or how to make awesome cookies. OR, I'll tell you about putting babies in baskets. Yes, that's what I'll talk about. Babies in baskets. Birds put their babies in baskets, so I did too. Happy Weekend!
Mia in the hat = adorable! :)
ReplyDeleteSometimes we need to be removed from a situation for a little while to remember what it is we're striving for. Things become habit, we just find the routine -- but when we get jolted out of that, it can change your life.
Glad you're feeling better (and Mia too)!
Kellie had trouble with food as an infant. She was SUPER colicky so no formula. When we tried cereal and baby food from time to time, her gag reflex was so stong that no matter how thin, she threw it all up. She truly did not eat solids until about a year old! Our doctor was a gem, reassuring me that "mama's milk" alone will fortify a child til well over 12 months. Without her reassurance, my family would have committed me!
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