The Absence of Sibling Rivalry

It may be because Peanut is so much older than the Princess, or it may just be that she is not old enough to really annoy him yet, but my children actually get along so far.
It is a beautiful thing to watch them play together every day. Peanut shares his toys with her and Princess happily plays with all of his cars and batman action figures. They play ball together, and today they played peek-a-boo for nearly 1/2 an hour. It was super sweet. I love this and I hope they stay friends forever. I know it is too much to ask, but I can dream.


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The Baby is Mobile

It's official. I should be losing my last ten pounds rather quickly now, since I have to chase around two kids instead of one. Libby has started to crawl.

Crawling is not a bad thing. It's what crawling leads to that I don't much care for. You see, crawling means Libby will be bashing her face into things... Like the giant brick hearth in the living room.
Crawling means Libby will be eating new things... Like Peanut's leftover food items that somehow got from the kitchen table to under the couch. Or leaves from house plants. Or dust. Or bugs. Now, keep in mind I keep a VERY clean house, but if it is on the floor, Libby's mouth will find it.

Crawling means I can no longer set her down on the floor to play while I use the bathroom, and expect her to be in the same place upon my return 15 seconds later.

But most of all, crawling means my princess is getting bigger and developing more and more every day, and I love every second of it.


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For the love of Coach!

Sometimes a mommy has to do something nice for herself. Really nice. Sometimes I just feel so frumpy and gross. Stuck in clothes that are either too big or too small, wearing flip flops and tank tops and messy hair. Dragging two fantastically beautiful kids around everywhere I go.

Now, I am not a super materialistic person, and I'm definitely not a fashionista, but I really love me some Coach.

Anything Coach. Purses, sunglasses, shoes... Everything. I don't really have a lot of Coach accessories because they are outrageously expensive, but the few things I do have make me super happy. They make me feel like a grown-up. Like I am worthy to like and carry something not baby-related. It's wonderful.

But expensive. Quite pricey, really. Almost more than I can afford. My darling husband hates it. "It's just a purse," he says. "You could buy 10 purses at Walmart and 10 more at Target for the same price as one Coach bag!"

Which is NOT true. And why would I need 20 bags, when one good bag is so worth it! I love the smell and softness of the leather. I love the sophisticated look and the sleek style and metal hardware. It's a whole bunch of happiness stuffed in to one lovely bag. Aaahhhh! Awesome.

Erm, where was I going with this post? I have no idea, but I just wanted to thank Coach for making my day :-)






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Post surgery...

This past Tuesday I underwent a minor surgical procedure that has landed me on bed rest for a couple of days. No big deal, except I am not very good at resting. I find it extremely over rated. Possibly because I do not get to rest very often, so I have subconsciously blocked the very idea from my mind.

I slept on Tuesday after surgery, but since then I have been cleaning, doing laundry and playing with the children as usual.

Two hours ago I managed to send them over to their grandparents' house because I was feeling pretty sore and tired. I thought, "OK, I am going to give in and rest."

Since then I have been laying in bed, restless. Reading, writing, blogging; anything but sleeping.
What the heck is wrong with me??? On top of it all, I miss the kids. I miss their screaming and laughing and squealing and running... Well, one of them running, anyway. It has only been two hours. What a sap I have turned out to be.

How does one learn to cherish child-free moments when their very faces bring such utter joy?



I'm going to try again to take a little nap, because I really am quite sore. I know they will run through the door as soon as I fall asleep, however, and all will be right with the world.

Mobile Blogging

Well, I finally found an app that will let me blog from my phone, since that is pretty much all I use to get online these days. I have indeed missed my blog, and there is so much to talk about now that Libby has made her debut, but it is so hard to find time to write. Hopefully this will help. Meanwhile, this is a little smidge of the joy in my life. Isn't she precious?
Her big brother (and everyone else) adores her. She is quite the little darling. And to think, I was afraid to have a girl.


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Hiking with the Family

Yesterday we finally got some lovely weather out here and I took the kids hiking. I also managed to drag along my mother, her husband, and my two brothers. Peanut and Princess had a great time, and I think the family did, too, despite whining and complaining the entire time about how tired and out of shape they were. I had to remind them a few times that hiking is a great workout and if I could do it after having a baby, they most certainly could as well.

Easter Re-cap

I had to work this Easter, as usual, but I managed to get a picture of Peanut after he colored his Easter Eggs the night before. I also managed to get a picture of my angels after I got home from work when they were all dressed up. I missed all of the morning festivities and Daddy did not take any pictures, of course, so I can only imagine how sweet it was to watch Peanut open his Easter basket. Ah well; just one of the many sacrifices I have to make to make sure these babies have the best life I can give them. Hope everyone had a great Easter!

Tummy Time

Princess Libby hates it. Period. So did Peanut when he was a baby. I don't know why; they both had toys and a play mat and a mirror... everything you are supposed to have to make tummy time an enjoyable experience. I get down on her level, we have great music going. I do not know what else I can do. To her credit, Princess can last about 15-20 minutes now before she totally melts down. She has great head control and looks around and scoots around for quite some time before demanding to be turned on her back, so I can't really complain, but mostly she just hangs out and eats her fingers. It just seems like when my brothers and sisters were little they would play for hours on their bellies. Is it just my kids, or do all little ones hate tummy time?

My Beautiful Babies

There is nothing better than coming home from a very long day of work and karate than hearing a sweet, sweet four year old calling my name (Mommy) as I step out of the car. I came home to a hug and a happy boy and a pretty baby girl ready to eat and a great husband watching over my babies. What a fabulous family! I am very lucky indeed!

And Now There Are Four

Well, seeing as I have not posted in eight months, you'd think I would have something to talk about. Life has been totally insane, and while I am sure nobody even checks to see if I have posted anything anymore, I am going to put it out there anyway.

After and long and grueling pregnancy (did I ever mention how I despise being pregnant?), we have added a lovely little lady to our tiny family. Libby made her appearance in late January and has been running the house ever since. She has been adamantly against sleeping on her own, and despite my insistence that I have a nursery because I would not be cosleeping with this baby, guess where she is? Yes, my bed. And I am not too sad about it. After a brief (two month) struggle to get her to sleep by herself, sleeping in the living room and waking up every 1 1/2 hours (max), I finally caved and took her to bed with me one night. We woke up seven hours later when my alarm clock went off telling me it was time to get ready for work. I had not slept seven hours straight since months before she was born. It was beautiful! She will now sleep a lovely 10 hours straight, with a feeding at about 4am. And I was against cosleeping... why? Oh, I remember! Because in a few months I will be relentlessly kicked in the head, face, back, stomach, legs, etc, by a flailing infant. It was the same way with Peanut. I have no reason to believe this young lady, as dainty as she is, will sleep quietly. Oh yeah, plus I miss my husband, who sleeps on the couch or in Peanut's room most nights because he is afraid of squashing the baby, or something. I must admit, however, that cosleeping is an extremely effective form of birth control...

Well, Peanut loves his little sister. She smiles at him when he is dancing around like a crazy man and he loves to just look at her. He always wants to be next to her. He is not overtly jealous, but to my extreme dismay, he has fallen into a phase where he either cries or screams at me when he does not get his way. He routinely melts down and I am at a loss for what to do. My once well behaved young man has become one of "those" kids I cannot stand. He is still my little angel somewhere in there, and remembers his manners most of the time, but sometimes the demon comes out and it breaks my heart. I, the mommy who did not have to endure the terrible twos or threes, or anything of the sort, have found myself with a terrible four. In actuality he is not even particularly terrible, but we are talking about the boy who's first words were please and thank you. I have found myself giving more time-outs than I thought possible. Have I ruined my son by having another child? I hope not, seeing as there is not much I can do about it.

Alas, the princess is calling for her afternoon snack, so further thoughts will have to wait... 'til next time!