Happy Valentine’s Day!

Dave and I have never celebrated Valentine’s Day. We aren’t anti-hearts and flowers or anything, but both of our birthdays fall in February and it is just a bit much. Plus, we reasoned that we love each other every day of the year!

Leah, however, loves to celebrate this holiday. From the time she was three we have made it a tradition to get dressed up and bake cookies and make heart shaped cards for everyone we know. So today, that is our plan!

My little kindergarten superstar has started another new tradition of sorts recently. Every night at bedtime she tells me, “I L-O-V-E Y-O-U!” And I reply back, “I L-O-V-E Y-O-U T-O-O!”

Enjoy your day, everyone. Whether you are doing something special with someone special, or you have some little valentine babies like me!

My two little Valentines!

My two little Valentines!


From The Mouths of Moms

There are so many sentences that I never even dreamed I would have to say, until I became a mother and they just started falling out of my mouth. Here are some of my favorite gems, and don’t forget to share yours in the comments!

“Please do not pick your sister’s nose!”

“We do NOT make milk puddles!”

“Don’t touch that. At least not until I wipe it!”

“Stop licking your hands!”

“Did you wipe? Did you flush?”

“Got your boogers!”

“Mommy is not a jungle gym.”

(In answer to the question, “How come whenever Chris is naked he can’t stop holding ‘it’?”) “Because he’s a boy, and they think it’s fun because it’s hanging out there.”

“Let me sniff your butt!”

…and many more!

Sleep Slump

Christopher is now thirteen months old, and he refuses to sleep for more than twenty minutes if he is not touching me or his Daddy. At first it was only affecting night time sleep, but it has spilled over to naps and the last few days he has cried for me and then immediately fallen asleep on my shoulder when I get him out of his crib.

At night, we have given in and resorted to just bringing him into our bed. Dave and I are sleeping so poorly with this arrangement (how can such a tiny person take up so much room?) but it is better than the almost zero sleep that we were getting when we kept getting up, rocking him back to sleep, and putting him back in his own bed, only to start the cycle again forty minutes later.

As if exhaustion weren’t hard enough, now that he has decided my shoulder is the only place he will nap I am falling way behind on my school work. I usually try to get as much done as I can during nap time, but with a snoozing babe in my arms I can only read, not type assignments.

To make matters worse, the solutions and expert opinions are all over the place, confusing my addled, sleep-deprived mind further. Some say that babies need to be close to their parents when they sleep and that is supposed to be the natural order of things. Others say  he needs to learn to self-soothe and that I have to let him cry it out. Some experts tout a happy medium, but to me those all sound very similar to crying it out.

We let Leah cry, using the Ferber method. Some of my very first entries in this blog are about that. She turned out fine, and is in fact a great sleeper now. However, I continue to feel guilt for the nights where I sat outside her bedroom letting my own tears fall as she screamed out for me. To let my child cry goes against every natural instinct that I have as a mother. And yet, my own daughter is proof that it works, that she is still a happy and well-adjusted child, and that she continues to be affectionate. So then, why can’t I bring myself to repeat the process? A week or two, and this could all be over. We could have two children sleeping through the night, I could be getting my homework done during naps, and less cranky.

I don’t understand how this happened. Did I hold my babies too much as infants? To me, it didn’t feel like I got to hold them enough. That time passes so quickly. Maybe it’s genetic. Maybe I’m a pushover. Maybe I am not at fault in any way, and this is just how things are.

Either way, I would love to hear what you did in this situation.

Unofficial Blogging Hiatus

That’s what I’ve been on. What would have made it official, you ask? Well, I think it would have been official if it were planned and if I had told you I wouldn’t be blogging for awhile. However, I did not plan to be away for so long. Life just happens, I guess.

We had the holidays, which I feel were the busiest holiday season of my adult life thus far, though still wonderful and amazing. I still get warm and fuzzy inside thinking of all the Christmas movies we watched, how we decorated (and CW undecorated) the tree, the music, and the light in my children’s eyes.

Almost immediately after the holidays was Christopher’s first birthday! We had a big party to celebrate and he had a blast, walking around carrying a dozen balloons (no joke!) and greeting all of his guests.

The following week Leah had surgery to remove her tonsils and adenoids. That was probably my worst parental experience as of yet- seeing my little girl terrified, waiting and being terrified myself, and then seeing her in pain and that pain lasting a full week.

Last week Leah went back to school, and since my semester had started the previous week, I had to play catch up myself. Oh, and I got a part-time job which I also started the week that Leah was home from her surgery! Crazy, right?

So, I am here. I can’t promise that I will be the best blogger, posting fascinating tid-bits throughout the week. But I will do my best to post, to share glimpses into my beautiful life with my wonderful children.

Oh, and a shout-out to my mom today! It’s the 2nd Anniversary of her 50th Birthday!! Happy Birthday, Mom! I love you!