Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Trying to Savor the Crazy Time

We bought a new house back in April.
We sold our little, much-loved, little bungalow in June.
We moved in with Blake's parents, Mimi and Poppy.
We played landlords for a few months and then took possession of our new house on August 1st.
The next day, a bunch of guys came in and demolished the kitchen and the master closet.
Since then, they've been putting it back together in a most delightful way.

I've been nesting with no nest, which is not as much fun as nesting with a real nest, but it is nesting all the same.
It involves cleaning the same bathroom over and over again, forcing Blake to paint rooms he doesn't want to paint, buying new towels and shower curtains, planning the kids' rooms in my head, and dusting the pipes and stuff in the unfinished part of the basement.
All totally necessary.

In an attempt to not spend an arm and a leg on professional window cleaning, I bought a nice squeegee, and people, that is where it's at.
The one window I've tackled looks amazing.
I cannot wait to do more.
I'm going to ditch work early today to go wash windows.

Yesterday, I was at Lowe's (for the third time in two days) buying a new curtain rod for the nursery.
The cashier asked me if I knew the gender of the  baby.
I told her "yes, a boy."
The cashier asked "how much longer."
I said "four weeks."
She said with a gasp - "WEEKS!"
"Yes, weeks."

It's simultaneously too much and yet not enough time.
It's too much time for my little body, my back, my heartburn, and my sleep requirements.
It at least seems like not enough time for our house to get put back together so we can move in.
It's definitely not enough time to savor with the two little people who already consume my attention and love and, even though I'm super excited to welcome our new baby, I'm already missing my time with the two we have.

Also, we bought a really sweet minivan.
It's easily the nicest car I've ever owned.


Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Yay > Boo

If I don't start to put this stuff down on the blog more regularly, it is going to crumble and blow away in the wind (which maybe is not a bad thing given this busy, overcrowded phase of life we are in). But, I like having a place to put memories, even if it is just a few here and there. So I'll try to blog on.

Top 10 News Flashes of 2015 (so far):

10. We had our first run-in with an emergency medical situation earlier in April when Audrey fell off the couch and hit her forehead on the coffee table. I should have known that her announcement - "Daddy you are too big to come into the bounce house" - was a precursor for disaster. She was a champ though in the ER, six stitches and her forehead is healing just fine, and she's back to jumping on the couch, sliding down fireman poles, you name it. She's fearless. Yay.

9. We bought a new house. It is about a mile south of our current house, still in the Butler Tarkington neighborhood we love. More, much-needed space, a fun backyard, a bathroom that I don't have to share with my kids, and a basement that can host the kids' sleep overs some day. Yay.

8. We do not move into said new house until August. Boo.

7. We sold our house. It was only on the market for three days before we got a good offer, so that was great. Still working on the details of the inspection, but I'm hopeful that it's all going to go through. Should close in May. Yay (though I will also really miss our first home).

6. We will be living with Blake's parents while we are homeless. I think it will be fun to be there over the summer, on the water, and will give the kids a fun chance for more bonding with their Mimi and Poppy. It's a "Yay" for me and hopefully for everyone else involved as well!

5. Evan and Audrey are now sharing a room and mostly sleeping through the night. They will continue to share a room into the foreseeable future and don't seem to mind. Yay.

4. I was recognized as an Up and Coming Lawyer by Indiana Lawyer (a news publication for lawyers). I feel very humbled and honored and grateful that my hard work is not going unrecognized. Yay.

3. We are in the market for a mini van and open to recommendations on the preferred make and model. Cannot wait for sliding doors so that Audrey can get herself in and out of the car. Yay.

20 Weeks!
2. We are primarily in the market for a mini van because three kids simply will not fit comfortably into either of the cars we currently have. And, said kid no. 3 will be here on September 8, 2015 via repeat C-section (or that's the plan anyways). We have an ultrasound next week and may or may not find out the gender. Yay.

1. I am overwhelmed by my life and the changes on the horizon. But, we are a go big or go home kind of family. Even when we don't technically have a home. And, more Yays than Boos. So that's another yay.

Hope your life is full of yays, too.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

What's New With the Two

Kids that is.
When we aren't sick (which has been often these last few months), we are having fun.

Evan is fully mobile. Walking, running, climbing on everything, jumping on everything, and occasionally falling off everything. That's cool. And scary. He loves to dance and eat bananas. If you say "where's Evan?" he covers his eyes. If you call him a monkey, he puts his hands in his armpits and makes an "ooh ooh" noise. He also does an elephant impression and pants like a dog when he sees one. He can dunk like a boss, claps for himself, and laughs hysterically when you put him over your head and tickle his tummy with the top of your head. He walks up to me 47 times a day with a book in his hand and will crawl into my lap to read whenever I give him the chance. He loves to look at family photos. He has a bunch of teeth and would have a mullet except that I've been trimming the back whenever he'll hold still long enough for me to get a little trim in.He likes to take baths, eat dog food, and is so very smart. He got a Christmas ornament in his stocking from Grandpa and Oma and immediately walked over to the tree and set it on a branch. He still sleeps in the pack-n-play in the den on account of the not regularly sleeping through the night thing and is now officially attached to a blue bull (I think it's a bull) lovey. Unfortunately for all of us, it appears that said bull has been discontinued by Little Giraffe, so I'm looking for another acceptable match for back up... He's so frustrating when he's sick, but so cute all of the time.

Audrey is really fully potty trained as in, wakes up in the middle of the night and takes herself to the bathroom potty trained. That's cool. And also scary. She loves to wear dresses, including but not limited to the Elsa dress she received for Christmas that is already falling apart from over-use. She asked Santa for princesses and princesses only. She can write the letter "A" and knows how to spell her name (though she usually forgets the "e"). She likes to be the first one to see Evan in the morning when he wakes up and maybe that's why she's been waking up at 5:30am? Her favorite food is "rogret" AKA yogurt and breakfast food in general seems to be her weakness. Thank goodness the smoothie phase has passed, I was getting really tired of cleaning the blender 2x a day. She likes to tell stories, play pretend "I'm the mom", talk to herself, play a new game we have called "Zingo" and watch Dora the Explorer. She spontaneously tells us that she loves us and it just makes my day.

I have to sometimes remind myself, when the days are hard and snotty, that I'm blessed and privileged to get to take care of these two special people. Being their mom (or "the grandma" as Audrey calls me when she's "the mom"...) is awesome.

Hope you are all having a wonderful 2015. I'm sure ours will be another eventful 365 days. Kate

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Throwback Thursday/Flashback Friday

I visited the dentist.
I ate lunch with my mother in law.
I was 9 months pregnant.
I was having contractions.
I was so excited to meet our baby boy.
And now, a whole year later,
That's it.
I cannot believe it.
In some ways I am very happy.
It was a rough year.
It was a tiring year.
We all yelled, screamed, and cried.
Sometimes at each other.
Sometimes at no one.
Some of us did not sleep much.
I did not sleep much.
So I am happy that we made it through.
That sleepless nights are on their way out.
That having to schedule around naps and feedings is over.
But in other ways I am very sad.
Our baby boy is not a little baby anymore.
He rarely snuggles.
He stopped nursing months ago and my milk dried up.
He is ready to walk, to run.
And I'm afraid I don't know him.
I know Audrey so well.
When she turned one, I knew her so well.
We had spent so much time together.
Nursing together.
Cuddling together.
Sleeping side by side.
But Evan is just out there on  his own sometimes.
Not with his mama.
He sleeps in the pack-n-play in the den.
Like he's an afterthought.
Or like we didn't make space for him.
Audrey talks and we listen.
Evan talks and we have no idea what he's saying.
We put him to bed early.
We rush him off to school.
We put him in the car seat, the stroller.
He's a happy guy, but maybe not because of us.
Not because of me.
And this makes me sad.
Makes me wish I stayed home with him more.
Wish I didn't work.
Wish I only had one child.
Or 3 more.
Or 3 more hands.
One this is certain, though, I do love this little guy.
He makes me smile.
And I can't believe that a year ago tomorrow, he'll be one.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

My Fun(ny) Little Girl

A month or so ago, Blake, Audrey and I were eating dinner. It was a typical event... We make dinner after Evan is asleep and while Audrey plays with one of us or entertains herself. She sometimes helps set the table, which is sweet. We call her to dinner and she throws a fit or dawdles, or both. She claims to "I don't like [insert whatever we are serving]!". We threaten that she cannot watch any tv before bed if she doesn't sit down and try to eat. She sits. Then she has to go potty (if not now, then at sometime during the dinner. She will need help. I will go help. The rest of my dinner will be cold.) We hold hands and pray, usually for Mimi and Evan. Sometimes for ourselves. Always for patience. She actually looks at what we are serving and exclaims "Peas! I loooove peas!". She proceeds to eat. I tell her something like "it is good to eat good food like vegetables because it helps us to get strong and stay health... it will help make you big." On this night in question, my sweet three year old responds, deadpan, "it will also help me make poop." We laugh, uncontrollably. She fails to see what is funny. "Mom, I need to go potty."


Audrey learned to swim this summer. She is not ready to swim a 400 IM by any means, but she can kick and paddle and put her face in the water, propelling herself from point A to a not-so-distant point B pretty quickly. This makes me so proud. I love seeing her learn new things, especially things that are fun and hard for even some adults. After she started doing this the first time, I tried to get back in the pool with her as often as possible so that she could do it again and again. And so that I could feel that parental pride and have her little arms wrap around my neck, her laughter in my ear. So of course, I could not wait for our family trip to Lake Canandaigua in NY. I have such fond memories of swimming there with my cousins, jumping off the dock. And, with Audrey's new-found-love of swimming, I just imagined her having the same fun experience.

We get to NY. It is sub 80 all week, mostly cloudy. The water temperature is about 65. Freezing. On the first day, I manage to get us all to the beach with our swimsuits on and Audrey is brave enough to think about swimming. She puts her lifejacket suit on and wants to climb down the ladder. That doesn't go well, as the ladder is slimy. So, I tell her that she doesn't have to swim but that I, for old times sake, am going to jump off the dock. I do. It is cold. But not really that bad. She then immediately wants to jump in. She does. It is a flying leap. She splashes in. I am treading water and kind of catch her. She bobs up screaming - "GET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!!!" Everyone on the dock and the beach clapped for her and I told her how proud I was of her. I was. It was a brave leap for a little girl. She didn't put so much as a big toe in the lake the rest of the week. And now, she won't even venture into the pool here.

Lesson learned. My parental pride cannot be more important than my child's confidence and perception of safety and comfort.


Blake and I have been brainstorming how to make Audrey's pacifier disappear for months. I thought the problem was solved when Toby chewed her original favorite to pieces last spring. But, she quickly transferred loyalty to another one of similar style. Granted, she only uses it at nap and bed times and only at home, but it's just time. She wakes up at least once a week in the middle of the night crying for it when it gets lost in her sheets and I can't take it anymore.

So, yesterday, the paci-fairy came while she was at school. The fairy left her a Frozen CD, a magic-clip Cinderella, a stuffed sock monkey, a tooth fairy alligator, and dum-dums. We told her that since she was a big girl, she didn't need her paci anymore and that the fairy would give her old paci to a little baby like Evan to use - we share with people who need something. She was in love with the dum-dums and actually did pretty well at bedtime. She threw a minor tantrum (5 seconds) and then was quiet for the night. I was SO proud this morning when at 7:30, she was still sleeping, and apparently without the paci. But then, I hear her in her room. I go in. She is still laying in bed with one arm up in the air. Triumphant. Holding one of Evan's little baby pacifiers. My pride negated. "Audrey, did you sleep with that pacifier all night." "Yes, I did." "But the pacifier fairy said it was time for no more pacis - you are a big girl. And, that is Evan's." "I know, but we share, mom."

Pride returns, she is an honest, resourceful, generous little girl.

Round 2 tonight. Winner TBD.