Thursday, November 20, 2014

Ozzy Ray at Four Months

I mean, have you seen a happier boy?  It's this face 90% of the time.  The other 10% he's eating.  And it's a nightmare.

I don't know what his problem is (acid reflux) but feeding him since about Day 3 has been the worst.  He does nothing but spit up.  I called the doctor and she put him on some medicine and cereal.  The medicine has helped with the pain, so he's not a squirmy, kicking maniac (maniac!) that's for sure.

But the cereal isn't helping helping like I think it should.  He still isn't keeping the majority of his food down.  I did notice the rolls on his legs this past week so maybe it is helping and I'm just being a mom.

Anyway, rolling is his preferred mode of transportation and it's adorable.  Last night he eyeballed a toy he wanted and rolled until he got to it.  Then he looks up and says, "hey mom! didja see that!"

I love when he's so proud of himself.

Friday, November 7, 2014

Eva Loves Dream Catchers

You should know that I think 98% of the things my daughter says are hilarious.

After Oscar was born Eva started having bad dreams.  I would tell her to think of all the happy things in her life before she fell asleep and that would cause her to have good dreams.  This worked for a long time.  And then one day, as I was taking her to school she tells me, "Mom, I want a dream catcher."  I think Oooo this'll be the perfect opportunity to make those cute dream catchers I see on Etsy.  So I tell her we can make one together.  We'll go to the store and buy ribbons and beads and feathers.  "No mom, no feathers.  They'll get in my sleep and I'll sneeze in my dreams."

Logical is this one.

So we go to the store and she picks out ribbon in every color of the rainbow and we make her a dream catcher (no feathers).  For about two months now she wakes up every morning "Momma! Momma! It worked.  My dream catcher worked!"

And then one day it stopped working.  She had a bad dream in the middle of the night and got in bed with us (I'm so not complaining.  I love her snuggles).  Her daddy tells her "mommy just needs to fix your dream catcher.  It's probably broken."  That was about a week ago.

This morning she tells me, "Mom, my dream catcher needs feathers.  Feathers will tickle the bad dreams away."

I mean, really, the cutest.

Long story short, I finished Eva's room while I was on summer vacation*.

I also discovered the pano function on my camera phone.

*or what normal people call maternity leave.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

My Morning Peeps

When I came back to work my (wonderful) boss let me change my hours. Before Oz, I would take Eve to my mom's in her jammies, still half asleep. My mom would wake her, dress her, feed her and get her to school. I would rush to work just to rush home and try to fit in play time and bath time before I rushed her to bed.

Now that I go in later, we have nice, slow mornings. I make breakfast for both kids. I feed Oscar and I take Eva to school. That's honestly something I never thought I would get to do. Being a working mom you have to outsource a lot of mundane things that you just can't get to. It's the mundane things I missed most. I never knew what Eva looked like when she went to school. Yeah, I would pick out her clothes but I didn't fix her hair. I didn't brush her teeth. I didn't make her breakfast. It's those little things that I hold so close to my heart now.

Every morning I wake Oscar up. I set him free from his swaddler* and watch him stretch. Dear God baby stretches are the cutest things ever. He talks to me and smiles. He kicks and grunts. We kiss and I change his diaper (see, it's not all rainbows and unicorns). I get to feed him his bottle in a quiet house. When I take the bottle out to burp him he screams like I have ripped off his arm (it's such a beautiful serene morning). I give up and put the bottle back in. Some day he'll learn not to swallow so much air but for now I have a bucket full of burp clothes and bibs.

At 7am I get The Girl up. I play The Deslondes which is really Sam Doores and the Tumbleweeds if you're looking for it on Spotify. If you haven't listened to them I suggest you do that now. I leave my phone in her room because, well, technology. Oscar and I go back to watching Mickey The Mouse Clubhouse and a few minutes later she'll zombie in to the living room with my phone against her ear singing Low Down and Lonesome.

Because there is nothing, I repeat nothing cuter than a 4 year old girl singing the blues.

This is our mornings now.  I am really lucky.

*Master Swaddler...also on my business cards.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Last Week in Oscar News...

Yes, it's a 2 month picture.

Little Bear rolled over.

He went from back to belly to back and sweet Jesus how it scared him.  When he was done rolling he looked up at me, stuck out his bottom lip and cried his little eyes out.  It was simultaneously the cutest and saddest thing I have ever seen.

He's talking a lot, too.  Don't believe me?  He says momma and several people will back me up on that.  He'll carry on long conversations with anyone who will listen.  Most of the time you can't understand what he's saying because he just won't.stop.spitting.  My kid is King of the Droolers.

Also, If you ask him where his girl is he starts looking for Eva.  This morning as I was rocking him, she leaned down to kiss him on the head and he reached up and grabbed her head like he was hugging her.  And then my heart melted.  And then I died.

And you will be relieved to know that I bought him several new toys.  But his most favorite thing of all is a burp rag and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.

My kid is easy to please.

Uh, it should also be noted that Ozzy went as Batman for Halloween.  His sister chose his outfit and I got zero pictures of it.

You're welcome.

That is all now.

Go away.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Helloween Round 1: That Was an Appropriate Typo

Our weekend was full of Halloween.  Disclaimer: I don't like Halloween.

No, no. You're wrong.  

You see, my idea of a good time is not showing up to a stranger’s house uninvited and demanding food.  I mean, that’s just tacky. 

But oh, the things we do for our children. 

Saturday night Eve dressed up as Spider Girl and we headed to Haunt Moore or: Let’s Stand in One Long Ass Line for Entirely Too Long.  There was no tricker treating.  No games.  Just one.Long.Line.  Aside from watching my two year old nephew dance with the Lego Guy it sucked.  We peaced out of there and headed to Louie’s for some nachos, which is my idea of a good time.

On Sunday we went to my SIL’s church for some Halloween fun time.  Although I don’t think churches say Halloween anymore.  I guess fall festival?  But no one was dressed up as leaves or corn, so really church, just call it Halloween. 

Anyway, Eva liked the games but lost her little 4 year old mind over the inflatable obstacle course.  I proudly held my patience while little hellion after little hellion cut in line in front of my daughter.  Too bad it’s illegal to thump the heads of other children.  I’d be Queen Head Thumper*. 

Whatever.  When a carnie asked Eva if she was Spider Woman Eva said, “no, I’m Eva in a costume.”

*On my business card.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Yelling at Eva or How I Became the World's Greatest Mom

My biggest fear when I got pregnant with Oscar was losing my relationship with Eva.  I would be lying if I said that didn't happen.

I did the best I could to prepare Eva for a new baby.  But there's talk and then there is reality.

Two days after we brought Oscar home, Eva was acting wild.  While Squish and I lay on the floor staring at our little bundle of joy Eva decides to jump over his head.  I lost my mind.  Girl, you canNOT jump over a newborn's head.  I snapped.  I screamed at her.  I'm not even sure what I screamed.  I do know she's treated him like a king ever since.

For the next two months our relationship was strained.  We were constantly battling.  I could see myself losing her.  I could see myself losing Squish.  I felt like my whole world was crumbling.  Just when things had gotten their worst Squish said something I'll never forget.  He asked me, "why do we yell?  We yell so we can intimidate the person we're yelling at."  I felt like I was punched in the gut.

I don't want to intimidate my four year old.  I want to love her and help her blossom.  What I was doing was crushing her spirit.  It was crushing our relationship.

One night while Squish was at school I had reached the end of my patience.  I yelled at Eva.  As we were getting ready for bed I held her and Oscar in my arms.  I apologized for yelling at her.  I told her I was stressed out and I took it out on her and I shouldn't have.  I cried as I told her I was sorry.  She put her little hand on my face and said, "It's OK momma.  We'll still keep you."

That's when I knew something had to change.  I'm the adult in our relationship.  I can't act like a child anymore just because my feelings got hurt.  A few days later Squish sent me this article, The Important Thing About Yelling and it changed my life.

I can honestly say things have been better between Eva and me.  Now when she acts all sassy and starts throwing a temper tantrum I tell her how adorable she is.  She laughs and things get better.  That's the magical thing about my daughter.  Her laugh makes life better.  It's the complete opposite of what my yelling was doing.

Are things perfect now?  No, I've still lost my patience.  But I've only yelled one time in the past month (I was yelling at least once a day).  Things are getting better.  I realize it's a lifestyle change and not a one time fix.  I am happy to say that for now our relationship is where I want it to be.  She loves me and more importantly she knows that I love her.  I feel ashamed to admit that I'm not so sure she knew that before.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Oscar at Three Months or What is the Point of Toys?

I must say, the more pics I take the closer I am to getting the color of his wall right.  So far, month #3 is the closest to the IRL color.

Anyway, Ozzy Bear turned three whole months last week.  It feels like we have had him forever.  Most of his milestones he hit at two months but I'm just now getting around to writing about them.  He smiles and laughs.  He rolls from belly to back.  Over the last week he has started reaching and grabbing toys.

Which brings me to toys...I feel kinda bad because the little bear doesn't have very many.  But he still doesn't have control of his hands so how is he supposed to play with things?  I don't remember all this stuff with Eva!!  Toys just magically appeared to her when she got to the appropriate age.

We did buy him this amazing thing called a sit and play.  It's like an exersaucer but the baby sits in it instead of stands.  I saw it on a friend's instagram and immediately went and bought one.  I think he's big enough for the doorway swing and the big exersaucer so we'll be hauling those out of the attic this weekend along with Eva's old high chair.

Judging by my past blog entries we started feeding Eva with a spoon at the end of October.  I guess I could introduce Oscar to a spoon and see how well that works.  I forgot how much I hate the bottle.  I realize it goes by fast and blablabla but I'm really ready to be over the whole bottle phase.

So that's where we are now.  It feels like we've always been in this place.  It's hard to remember the days before Oscar and even harder to remember the days before Eva.  To me they're old souls who have always been part of our family since Squish and I first met.