Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Isaac at gymnastics

We recently enrolled Isaac in a gymnastics class once a week in lieu of preschool.  We figured he would love gymnastics over going to a class where he does the same worksheets he has at home. After he adamantly informed us the first two times that he did NOT want to do gymnastics, and after he sat stubbornly on the sidelines during the first two classes, our predictions proved correct: He LOVES gymnastics!  Now he gets excited to go each week, he volunteers to be the first to try each new obstacle course, and he talks about all his fancy gymnast's moves at home.  We've been very impressed with the program he's in (Areté Gymnastics), and his teacher is fantastic.  Here's a clip of one of his first times participating (gotta love those pencil arms!):


His favorite thing to do so far?  The bars!  With lots of spotting, of course.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Some thoughts

I was hoping that the baking frenzy would subside once I wasn't pregnant anymore.  Unfortunately for my waistline, that really isn't the case.  Immediately following Elinor's birth, I was itching to get back into the kitchen and make something.  At least I gave it three days before hitting the Kitchenaid.  In case you're wondering, pumpkin yeast bread is delicious.  So are pumpkin cinnamon rolls.  And Rolo cookies, though I don't recommend making those unless you want to gain weight.
Speaking of weight gain, Elinor's 2-week check-up showed that she had gained about 2 pounds since birth, which is sort of amazing considering most newborns tend to lose weight during the first week (the general expectation is for the baby to be back up to birth weight by 2 weeks of age).  We might just manage to have a chubby baby this time around!
 I tried not to get my hopes up too high when Elinor slept through the night her first two days of life.  After all, we couldn't possibly make babies that are good sleepers!  Alas, we still don't. She's not big on falling - or staying - asleep on her own, preferring people's arms as her bed. I always forget just how miserably sleep deprived I am those first few months.  It must happen that way on purpose, because I can't imagine the human race surviving if moms remembered just how hard those first months are.



They say the first three months of a baby's life are more like a fourth trimester.  The baby doesn't start acting and looking like a proper baby until after that, and we as the parents are basically just in survival mode until then.  I find this to be very true.  So here I am, surviving.  Everyone says they don't do well on little sleep, but I tend to think they don't mean it as much as I do.  Not only am I a zombie when excessively tired, but I become a monster to the rest of my family.  I get depressed and full of rage all at once.  I take to cursing, mostly mentally but sometimes verbally, and genuinely hate everything and everyone.  It's not a pretty sight (unlike these feet - can you believe the stretch on those toes?!).

I'm not sure why I'm writing this.  Maybe to rid anyone of any preconceived notions they may have that I am some sort of Super Mom who cooks and bakes with a newborn (or while super pregnant and caring for an invalid husband) and poops sunshine and daisies.  That's my way of coping with the stress, my escape (the cooking, not that pooping of sunshine and daisies.  I wish I had that talent!).  Clearly, there's been a lot of stress lately.  But, at least there's always good food in the house!  And don't worry - I'm not on a ledge or anything.  I just look forward to the near future when the baby and I can finally wake up and start finding our new normal.

Besides, this is all worth it.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

The boys

Since the arrival of Baby Sister, as she is generally referred to in this household, we've had some mixed reactions from Isaac and Samuel.
Isaac, sweet boy that he is, has generally been a doting big brother.  He spent the days leading up to her birth making different toys for her and a crown for her to wear, because "baby sisters need crowns because they are girls."  He spends minutes on end (a long time for a kid) just gazing at her in her swing or bed.  He's the first one at her side to try and soothe her when she wakes up crying.  He frequently asks when she'll be waking up so he can play with her.  He strokes her cheeks and hair lovingly and constantly talks about how cute she is.  You pretty much couldn't ask for a better older brother than Isaac.
 Samuel was a little less than enthusiastic to meet his baby sister.  This picture was taken the first time he met her, after he'd declined seeing or touching her.  See the resentment in his eyes?

Thankfully, he warmed up to her on the second day.  It was the bouncy seat that convinced him she was alright.  Something about having the power to bounce this tiny little thing by himself must have given him a sense of responsibility for her and he has been sweet to her ever since. I love the look of wonder in his face here... or maybe he's just trying to see how high he can make her bounce.

While his world doesn't revolve around her the way Isaac's does, Samuel still enjoys watching her nurse and giving her the occasional kiss.  He has definitely had a harder adjustment to the new baby, but he's handled it well considering how much of a mama's boy he was.  Still, every morning around 6:30 I can expect to find Samuel in bed with me regardless of where the baby is.  I'm learning to put her back in her crib before then or else run the risk of a squished newborn, because there is no way that toddler is giving up his early morning cuddle time with Mommy!

I find that I'm enjoying Isaac and Samuel so much more lately, probably because my time with them is so much rarer and therefore more precious.  Isaac's imagination and creativity are boundless, and Samuel's joie de vivre and intuitive knowledge of humor keep us all laughing throughout the day.  So while I'm definitely baby-drunk these days, I'm also quite kid-drunk.  What can I say?  I'm a lush!