What we've been doing

The other day my home teacher looked at me and asked, "So, what have you been up to?" I had to laugh just a little. I didn't have much new, exciting news to share. I just pointed to the boys, hoping that was enough of an explanation. He laughed, and it was.

Things are getting more normal around here. But my goodness - being a mom is a 24/7 job, isn't it? I know - you're laughing. But seriously, it never ends! There's no punching the clock at 4:00 pm at the end of a long work day. And I know long work days because I've done them over and over for the past 9 years in the "real world." This new job extends late into the evenings with dinner, baths, stories, bedtime, soothing, feeding, changing, etc., etc., etc. This is what I should be doing. This is what I want to be doing. I know that for sure. But again - wow. Just wow. I'm learning. Not fast, but learning.

Here are a few pics of my new little babe. I should have never dropped my computer. Getting the right programs to import a few little pictures has turned out to be more trouble than I thought it would be.

I also know that it's a little known fact that the kid(s) who are not the first don't get as many pictures. I HATE to admit that it is true. I even have the camera sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for the moments, but I'm usually holding McKay and feeding him when I think about it. I don't think that would be a very cute picture. I will do better.

McKay is so alert. He loves his swing. He doesn't love his binky. How do I fix that?
Gavin is a sweet big brother. Even he tried to help with the binky - no such luck. But how cute that he was trying to make him happy.
He's got more hair here. It's certainly growing. More around the sides, but it's coming in on top. I love this picture of him.
I love this bottom lip. How huge is that? It makes me sad to see it quiver when he cries, which has been a lot lately. My book (the book that tells me everything I need to know about being a parent - my bible if you will) says that peak fussiness is at 6 weeks. I agree. I knew they were right. The book is always right.

I do smell like baby vomit most of the time and have come to accept that is my new fragrance, at least for awhile. Attractive, huh?

I haven't managed to get a picture of him smiling yet, but he does and it's the sweetest thing. A new baby's smile is about one of the very best things I can think of. It makes him look like a while different person. Pure sweetnes, I tell you.

And this is what Gavin's been doing while I'm trying to feed the baby. He's managed to memorize Jungle Book, Jungle Book 2, Robin Hood, Snow White, and his current favorite, The Little Mermaid. If you ask nicely, he can sing a sweet version of Someday My Prince Will Come. Perfect. I have a whole new perspective on Disney. Are they allowed to call people "tramps" and "idiots" and stab Ursula in the chest with a boat while a two-year-old is watching? Yikes. We may need to revisit Baby Einstein...
Did you notice that he got Elmo his own bed? Gavin's been needing a friend these days. He pulled down the pillow and covered Elmo up all by himself. I'd say he knows how to take care of people.

He's been grabbing my leg lately saying, "My mommy." I think his possessiveness is actually pretty cute. It's nice to know, in all his sassiness, that he still loves me. Between tantrums and hitting me and telling me no, I still see glimpses of my sweet boy in there. They come late at night when I'm reading him a story or often right after his nap when he's fresh and ready to play. "Okay, mommy. Love you. Thanks." Things like that. I love to hear that from him.

Anyway, I hope it doesn't sound like I'm in the depths of despair. I'm not. But again, if I was, then that would be fine too. This is just the real us today. And it's good. Tired, but good.

How to Train Your Dragon and Your Two-Year-Old Son

guest author: Brian aka Dad

Normally having a two year old sit on your lap for an hour and a half is not seen as fun. It might even be seen as dreadful, with your legs and arms falling asleep and everything. Tonight was different though. I took my oldest son, Gavin, to a movie tonight. I will remember it for a long time to come. The movie was ‘How to Train Your Dragon,’ or ‘DAAGUNN!’ as any toddler might say it.

It started off a little shaky, which had me worried because we hadn’t even started yet. We were late getting out the door, and by the time we got into the movie theater the previews were already going. It was dark. It was loud. Gavin started wondering if we were going to his doom rather than to a movie. And as I coaxed him down the hallway to the seating area, I thought maybe his doom would really be my doom, but then there it was. It was beautiful. It was something of a rare sight to see in a popular movie theater – emptiness. I don’t mean not crowded – I mean completely empty. Gavin and I were the only two people in the whole place. I couldn’t believe it. I got us seated and then called Natalie right away to tell her the news. I wish she could have been here with us. It stayed empty. That is, except for the two of us.

He sat in my lap the whole time, fidgeted with his 3D glasses and my arm fuzz every once in a while, and loved every minute of the movie. It was one of those times when just sitting and holding my son was all I needed. He even gave me a hug when I picked him up to put him in the car, and said thank you – on his own.

There were 287 seats we could have chosen to sit in at the movie tonight – we only needed one.

A Rainy Tuesday

We've been off running errands in the rain today.  Gavin is a little feisty, which is kindof the usual as of late.  He's a sweetie, though.  McKay is sleeping soundly and Gavin and I had time to play playdoh and catch the dinosaurs and elephants that were hiding in his closet.  I took a set of drawers out of there and now he has the best dark hiding spot known to man.  On some days, I get invited in and we sit there side by side in the dark until he decides it's time to let in a little light.  I thought the dark closet was a nice transition to nap time.  I whispered "Goodnight Moon" to him and he whispered back every word I read.  Then he realized what was happening.  "Gavin no nigh-night."  Oh yes, Gavin, it's nigh-night.  

And now I'm going to take a nap.  I won't feel bad about it, either.

On Having Two Children

Woah. I can't believe that five weeks have passed. (More baby pics to come soon!) I've survived the early days of meltdowns and anxiety and now we are getting back to real life. That doesn't mean I have everything under control, because I don't. But we're getting there.

Bringing home a second child was a big smack in the face. Don't get me wrong - I wanted McKay and I love his guts. Things are good and I really am fine. But I was so unprepared for the way that I would feel and the things I still need to figure out. I know I put a lot of pressure on myself and just need to give myself a break. I don't better at that and I've learned some other things over the past few weeks.

1) Gavin will be okay. This was the first hard adjustment. When I got home from the hospital my major meltdowns were about him. I would think about him or just glance and him and cry. And cry some more. I felt so sad! Gavin has been my little sidekick for two years and I felt like I wouldn't ever have time for my little buddy again. I felt like I'd ditched him, which of course, I haven't, but that's what it felt like. I was just feeding the baby and trying to rest and get things done around the house, which left little time for him. When I had been home just a few days, my friend called to offer to take Gavin to their house to play for the afternoon. I cried and cried and told Brian to tell her no. I just couldn't let him go. Not that being at home with us was super fun, but I just wasn't ready to not have him by me. Since then, he has gone to play elsewhere which has actually been a welcomed relief on more than one occasion. I can see now that we will still have our time together and he is getting more used to me being busy with McKay. It will just be different now. He will just have to wait sometimes. McKay will sleep and we will have "our time" again. I know it will take awhile for him to understand and get used to, but he's doing okay in that way.

At the same time, Gavin has been so needy. He wants me to sit right by him, hangs on my legs, and grabs my cheeks and turns my face towards him when I'm not paying attention. If he doesn't get it, I get smacked and he looks at me and puts himself in time out. It's just his way of telling me that I'm not doing what he wants. I'm glad to know that he loves me and wants my attention. I don't love him hitting me or his little friends that come over. He'll figure it out. This is a big adjustment - for the both of us! Already though I can see such a difference in how he's dealing with things. He'll be fine. He'll be fine. He'll be fine. And now, I can tell you that I really believe the words that I've been repeating to myself over and over. Having a sibling will be so good for him.

2) Not all babies are the same. I keep thinking, "This is how it was with Gavin" and then McKay is totally different. No wonder I have no idea what I'm doing. Particularly with nursing. Gavin ate his guts out, burped, and that was the end of it. McKay is more of a bulemic. After a perfectly good feeding, he throws it all back up. I think we're figuring it out. I make a lot of milk and he just doesn't need that much. I kept thinking that 10 minutes wouldn't fill him up for 3 hours, but it does. And we're using a lot less burpcloths. So relearning is part of the process. Even still, I am much more confident than I was last time around and that has made the learning curve less stressful. I can do this.

One thing that is the same - our babies are sleeping rockstars. Thank you, McKay for your 4 and 5 hour stretches. They make me happy. On track for a full night sleep sometime this summer!

3) Lower my standards. This is the biggest one. The first day that I was truly alone (no Brian, no mom, no grandma, no visitors, no phonecalls) was one of the hardest days I ever remember. I was thinking I could get up and get ready, have two cute kids to play with and take care of, and a sparkly house. Not so much. I was in my pajamas all day, the house was not sparkly, and neither boy was happy. The low point was when Gavin made me cry, then I made him cry, and of course, McKay was already crying. At the end of that day, I decided that it may take me a bit longer to have things all together like I had planned. Someday, the dishes will be done again. Someday, I will be more presentable and have boys wearing matching clothes and acting like gentlemen. However, all of those things may never happen in one day, but at least I'm prepared for it. There will be ponytail days and times when you walk in my house and it looks like a toddler and some other people live here. And that's okay, because that's real life. I know I need to not be so hard on myself. So for now, lower expectations = happier mom. That just may be my new philosophy on life. Who knows, the standards may rise again, but for today we blow bubbles in the house and Gavin dumps and eats his fishy crackers from the carpet. And that's working for me.

I will say that Gavin loves his little brother. I'm so relieved, because I wasn't totally sure how he would take him. But he shows concern, gives him kisses, covers him with his own blanket, and always lets me know when he's crying. I think they will be great friends. I love these two little boys. I'm glad I can be home with them. I have so, so much to learn. So many things I want to do with them. But we've got time - and lots of it!