My sweet K is turning three tomorrow. She asked for a bike and a green horse and nothing else "because I already have toys and books and clothes". Sigh.
So we bought her a green bike and an ice cream cake with a horse on it.
Tonight is also the night that we are giving her beloved PEPE away. I am having severe anxiety about this. She has shed some tears and I would let her have it forever but I realize its time and I have been talking about today for 6 months...
When you turn three, no more pepes!
K, let's read, Soothers aren't forever...
You are a big girl when you are three, only babies have pepes...
so on a Friday night, I made an envelope that says "Soother Fairy C/O Canada Post". She is supposed to put all her pepes in the envelope, put it in the mailbox tonight, sleep for the first time EVER without her pepe, wake up to her birthday, she gets her green bike and they Soother Fairy should have picked up her pepes from the mailbox and left a present for her.
I don't want to put her to bed tonight!! It's like I am sending her off to college. Seriously. How hard is this parenting going to be? We left her damn monkey toy in Clagary two weeks ago and the I panicked, nearly hyper ventilated when I realized it was left under the bed at our aunts house... How am I going to tell her? She is going to freak... instead my resilient sweet pea asked a few questions and after feeling reassured that monkey will get back to her shortly she was fine. Just fine.
So how is tonight going to unfold? I have to follow through with this decision. Right? Oh my lordy. Besides the fact that it gives her so much comfort, she is also immediately soothed back to sleep when it is replaced in her mouth AND she is quiet in the car when she gets tired and sucks it. I also have used it to bribe her to stay in her bed at night... How many times have I said over the last year "I'll take your pepe away if you don't stay in bed!". It's ALWAYS worked. What an awesome invention.
Please sleep tonight sweet child. I am sorry for the trauma it may cause you. I am doing it for your teeth. And it's time. You are a big girl now. 3 years old tomorrow. Wow. You can keep your blanket forever.
Happy Birthday my love.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
It's a boy!
K was right the entire time I was pregnant. Did she know on a deep celular level that we were waiting for this exact boy. another perfect being to solidfy our family? She meet him with such ease like she aways knew him. She amazes me.
We took awhile to name our bawled Baby boy, perhaps because C was unavailable to commit to the time it takes to muster through a baby name book. Perhaps becasue we had no idea what sex the baby would be. C claims it was the responsibility of naming another human that caused him stress. It's a huge decision.
There was a video taken of me and him trying to come up with a name while I nursed A. A perfect latch. His face so unfamiliar to me still. Who are you little man? How am I going to know what to do with you?
He looks at me like he has been here before. It's unnerving. Like he wants a coffee and paper, not someone cooing and kissing him. He knows things. More than few people have said the same thing; "Look at those eyes, he is trying to tell me something".
So now we have a girl-boy combo? People started saying "perfect family" and "Million dollar unit"! What does that mean?!! Our perfectly not perfect partnership has been rattled and blessed by these two tiny crazy people who we know nothing about. I keep wondering "Where did you two come from?". It's all so amazing and yet so normal at the same time.
It's been a few months already and we are scratching the surface as to what we have got ourselves in to. Now this feels like a real family. Both of our pair of hands are full putting car seats away, crossing the street. It's busy.
A and I are super attached. He loves the boob. I could feed him all day. He twirls my necklace in between his pudgy fingers while I feed him. Heaven.
And K is the only one who can make him laugh. She tosses a toy and he chuckles, she jumps he starts giggling, if she gets down to his level... he belly laughs. But as soon as I say "Make your brother laugh". She refuses and pretends not to be interested. It's torture to be at the whim of an unpredictable toddler and infant to fill your soul with delight.
I'm tired. Oooooh so tired. If we get out of the house the day will be better. But man does it ever take effort. The days we stay indoors and watch too much tv or try do some house work, we all end up crying and needing a break.
I try to cuddle sweet and pacient A as much as possible. I worry his head is going to go flat. There are just endless tasks to accomplish.
Our midnight rondevous are what fuels me. Perhaps we shouldn't sleep tummy to tummy. But it's the sweetest most welcome touch to have your baby lie beside you. I am having a secret love affair with a younger man.
K said to me tyesterday after I told her "No" for some reason, "I am never going to play with you again!".
I love that kid. Right now she is watching Pocoyo in spanish on a split screen while I try write a memory (the days are going by to quickly, have you noticed).We are fighting for elbow space.
We took her for vietnamese food today and she ate beef wraps like she was born there. She's a pro traveller, avid story teller and super empathetic. I cried watching Untangled (when the mother and father find their Rupunzal again) and she watched me with concern and questioned why are you crying? Why are you laughing? She should talk, her baby bi-polar is not to be messed with.
We took awhile to name our bawled Baby boy, perhaps because C was unavailable to commit to the time it takes to muster through a baby name book. Perhaps becasue we had no idea what sex the baby would be. C claims it was the responsibility of naming another human that caused him stress. It's a huge decision.
There was a video taken of me and him trying to come up with a name while I nursed A. A perfect latch. His face so unfamiliar to me still. Who are you little man? How am I going to know what to do with you?
He looks at me like he has been here before. It's unnerving. Like he wants a coffee and paper, not someone cooing and kissing him. He knows things. More than few people have said the same thing; "Look at those eyes, he is trying to tell me something".
So now we have a girl-boy combo? People started saying "perfect family" and "Million dollar unit"! What does that mean?!! Our perfectly not perfect partnership has been rattled and blessed by these two tiny crazy people who we know nothing about. I keep wondering "Where did you two come from?". It's all so amazing and yet so normal at the same time.
It's been a few months already and we are scratching the surface as to what we have got ourselves in to. Now this feels like a real family. Both of our pair of hands are full putting car seats away, crossing the street. It's busy.
A and I are super attached. He loves the boob. I could feed him all day. He twirls my necklace in between his pudgy fingers while I feed him. Heaven.
And K is the only one who can make him laugh. She tosses a toy and he chuckles, she jumps he starts giggling, if she gets down to his level... he belly laughs. But as soon as I say "Make your brother laugh". She refuses and pretends not to be interested. It's torture to be at the whim of an unpredictable toddler and infant to fill your soul with delight.
I'm tired. Oooooh so tired. If we get out of the house the day will be better. But man does it ever take effort. The days we stay indoors and watch too much tv or try do some house work, we all end up crying and needing a break.
I try to cuddle sweet and pacient A as much as possible. I worry his head is going to go flat. There are just endless tasks to accomplish.
Our midnight rondevous are what fuels me. Perhaps we shouldn't sleep tummy to tummy. But it's the sweetest most welcome touch to have your baby lie beside you. I am having a secret love affair with a younger man.
K said to me tyesterday after I told her "No" for some reason, "I am never going to play with you again!".
I love that kid. Right now she is watching Pocoyo in spanish on a split screen while I try write a memory (the days are going by to quickly, have you noticed).We are fighting for elbow space.
We took her for vietnamese food today and she ate beef wraps like she was born there. She's a pro traveller, avid story teller and super empathetic. I cried watching Untangled (when the mother and father find their Rupunzal again) and she watched me with concern and questioned why are you crying? Why are you laughing? She should talk, her baby bi-polar is not to be messed with.
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