Thanks for Small Miracles

I may or may not have time to finish this post before my sleeping babies awaken with demands, but I’m going to start it and see how far I can get. Deal?

[Mary Bullock loves a deal.]

So– as you can imagine, things have been pretty hectic. I’m not even going to pretend that managing two babies has been easy. And I know [OH! how I know] it’s going to get much harder before it gets easier. But for all of the chaos, there have been a few small miracles.

1. Mary Bullock has slept in her big girl bed without incident for naps and bedtime every day since the baby was born. I don’t know what kind of peace has come over her about this transition, but I can only assume that my prayers [and there were many, many, many] were answered.

2. I am getting more sleep now than I did in the last three months of pregnancy. I actually feel rested. Not always calm–that would be a total lie. But rested enough to get through the day.

3. Lee IV is a great eater, great sleeper, quiet crier, and patient waiter. Some day soon he might wake up a little more and realize he can be more demand-y [I mean, he IS a baby], but he is making this first week so much easier on his mama.

4. Lee III has declared that he will not stop loving me at least until Lee IV’s first birthday. So when the baby wakes up and gets demand-y, and MB decides POOP TO THIS BIG GIRL BED BUSINESS, and I am getting a half hour of sleep per night, I have a little leeway on my bad moods. Up until [and including? I’ll have to clarify the contract] December 1, 2011.

5. And thank you to all of you who are small miracles in my life, too. You know who you are, and you have probably seen me cry and still loved me. Motherhood is not a task to be survived alone.

And another miracle– the babies are still sleeping! #1 on my nap time to-do list: Make another to-do list.

LOVE.
Suz

Welcome to the world

Baby Lee
6lbs, 4oz. 20.5in.
3:18pm

Well, we didn’t make it to December 10th, but God has perfect plans even when I don’t always agree with them in advance.

Baby Lee made his entrance yesterday at 3:18pm after a labor that I’ve been warned not to tell about lest harder laboring mothers poke my eyes out.

He is beautiful and sleepy [don’t you just love them that way?] and easy as pie. I’m not holding my breath that he’ll stay that way– after all, he is related to Hurricane Mary Bullock, but I’ll take these precious quiet days and remember them for a few months from now when I haven’t showered in several days and there’s nothing in the fridge for dinner.

Love to you all.
Suz & Lee

Before I forget

My brain is turning to mush. Whether it’s lack of sleep or late pregnancy preoccupation or whatever–it’s happening.

And my brain wasn’t so firm to begin with, you know? I’m struggling.

So I want to write some things down before they drift off into space never to be retrieved.

Remember when I went to Chicago in September?
Mary Bullock does, too. So now whenever we ask where she is going [like when she has her purse around her neck and is strolling her baby doll into the laundry room], she says ‘Cago.
Ooooh, that’s a long way, I say. I’ll miss you.
Miss you, tooooo, Mama!

or we hear this a lot:
Mama, CHOO CHOO TRAIIIIIN!!!
Yes! Do you hear the choo choo train?
Choo choo train go bye bye, Mama. 
Well where in the world do you think it’s going?
‘Cago.

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Mary Bullock has just realized that the moon is up even during the day. Whenever we are outside, she asks Moon go? Which loosely translates to Where did the moon go? So then we have to spend a few minutes looking upwards to find it in the sky.
The other night in the bathtub we were discussing this SUPER THRILLING subject, and how when the sun goes down it gets dark outside.
Whycuz? she asks.
I don’t know, I say. [Not because I don’t understand that the sun makes light, of course, but because we’ve already had this same discussion several times that day. And the day before. And the day before.]
She thinks a minute.
Know why? she says.
Why? I ask.
Don’t know either, she says.

Last night while we were putting her night-nights [pajamas] on, she thrust her round bare belly at my face.
Zuhbuht, Mama. [That’s zerbert to the rest of us.]
Zerbert? How many do you want? One or two?
TWO, she says. She holds up two and half fingers. She has trouble getting that third finger to lay down.
I give her two big zerberts on her belly while she squeals.
How many do I have left? I ask.
TWO, she says. She gets her math skills from me, apparently.
But I give her two more zerberts, because what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?
Thas enough, Mama, she says.

My girl is such a delightful mess.

Almost as good as a nap

I woke up at 4:15 again this morning. I have been waking up early in general, but the time change has thrown my early-but-sane wake up time into the ballpark of the truly ridiculous.

And I’m not kidding about the ridiculous part. Being tired makes me behave very oddly, like when I found our normally super clingy dog lying in our bedroom all by himself this morning and laughed until it almost turned into crying. I’m teetering on the brink here lately. Hormones + little sleep + a to-do list that never gets any shorter= scary laugh-crying.

Anyway. Mary Bullock climbed onto our bed this morning while I was getting dressed. She put her head on the pillow.

Nap Nap, Mama, she said.
Light off!
I pulled the covers up around her.
Mama lay down, tooooo? 
I climbed in beside her and closed my eyes. I could hear her heavy breathing getting closer to my face.
I love that sound. So innocent.
She put her hands over my eyelids, and I opened my eyes to her sweet baby face inches away.  I had to stop myself from covering her cheeks with kisses.



Nap over, Mama. 
Get uuuuup!

Life was good today

If you haven’t talked to me in person lately, you might not know that the last few weeks I have lived with a very clear and present danger of head explosion.

If you have seen me in person, I’m sure you know exactly what I’m talking about, because I probably mentioned it at least once, and the stress in my voice probably freaked you out, and you probably told me that it doesn’t really matter because the baby won’t know the difference if his room isn’t ready.

And in theory I can see your point. Really, I can. I think I’ve actually said those exact words to worried pregnant women before.

But it doesn’t stop the dark cloud of worry from following me around. My eyebrows are in serious peril of being permanently knit together from all the furrowing I’ve been doing. Especially since the countdown is now at less than 4 weeks.

But today I was able to put aside some of my worry, if only for today.

Doughnuts for breakfast helped. But doughnuts help lots of things, I think.

I feel compelled to assure you that we do not eat doughnuts on a regular basis. But they are more fun to eat than eggs.

Then Lee set to work on the furniture for the nursery– the never ending project. We finally moved indoors away from the tornado of dog hair outside on the deck.

Of course, that means our dining room is Lee’s new workshop. But it’s a small price to pay if it means that this project will soon be coming to an end.

While Lee worked, Mary Bullock and I sorted baby clothes to take inventory of what we still need. Answer: absolutely nothing. Baby boy may or may not have a place to sleep, but he will be definitely be well clothed, wherever he lands.

We took a break from our sorting to have some popcorn and watch Daddy work.

Buck Buck likes popcorn. She even likes the uncooked kernels [girl after my own heart]. Thankfully, she also likes to share.

We rounded out the day at a birthday gathering for MB’s friend Claire.

She totally has a future in percussion. I think she gets her rhythm from me.
[Ok, now Lee’s head is exploding. Isn’t that great symmetry?]

And then we were sent home with extra cake.
Greatest day I’ve had in months.
The End.

Sunday Drive

We watch a lot of The Wiggles around here.

It started out innocently enough. MB used to have zero interest in TV at all, which was great in some ways–we could smugly feel like we weren’t caving and using the TV as a babysitter.

But then, in other ways it was a pain. Like, when we needed to use the TV as a babysitter.

As in, when I need to take a shower while she is awake. Or when Lee needs to get dressed for work without Mary Bullock dragging every pair of shoes he owns out of the closet and into the middle of the floor.

So when we realized that she loved The Wiggles, we were pretty excited. They’re not terribly obnoxious. They model polite behavior. They sing and dance and have cute accents.

But now. Well, now MB’s Wiggles mania has reached truly outlandish proportions. As in, she wants to watch The Wiggles every time we get into the car, even if we’re driving three blocks away.

I used to try to reason with her about this, but then she just figured out how to turn the DVD player on herself, and my efforts became futile.

But today, for some reason that I could not figure out by looking at the DVD player backwards and upside down from the front seat, the DVD would not come on.

Widdles, Mama?
Sorry, Bug. I don’t know what’s wrong with it. We’ll be home in a few minutes.
Widdles, Mama! Widdles! Widdles on? 
Sorry, sweetheart. I know you want The Wiggles, but they’re not working right now.
Widdles, Mamaaaaaaaa! Widdles! 
And on and on she goes.

[sigh]
Lee is driving. I put my hand on his back and rub. Poor Daddy. He has been working like a slave in his own house the last few weeks– putting together play kitchens, painting nursery furniture.

Mary Bullock observes from the backseat.
Daddy pat Mama back?
Lee takes her suggestion and pats my back.
Everybody smiles,  and the car is quiet.
Then a little voice from the back:

Widdles?

Happy Toot Day

Mary Bullock calls birthdays toot days. I can’t really explain how this confusion has occurred, but she seems pretty confident that we’re all saying it wrong and she is saying it right.  I don’t argue. I think I’ll be kind of sad when she actually starts saying birthday instead.

Her big present was a play kitchen, which I’ve been dying to give her ever since I burst into tears a few months ago watching her pretend to fry an egg with no pan [Give me a break! I’m hormonal!].

So far she is enthralled! I’m hoping she’s somewhat less enthralled when we move it into her bedroom, since I’m hoping she continues to sleep at night, but for right now it’s fun to watch her get busy with her food stuffs.

The cupcakes for her play date turned out well, for my first time making strawberry icing AND my first time using a pipette. Some of them were neater than others. [Perhaps I should have thought to move the messy ones to the back? ;)]

Have I mentioned that we have the best babysitter like ever? Adriana is one of my former students and has been helping us out once a week. When she read about my sugar cookie troubles, she brought over a pipette and instructed me on how to use it.  Then she texted me encouragement and tips on making the icing. I couldn’t have gotten through this job without her. đŸ™‚

We ended MB’s toot day with a play date at the park.  It seemed appropriate since it’s my baby’s favorite place in the whole world.

In the car on the way home, I asked her if she’d had a good birthday.
Uh-huuuhuuuh. Happy toot day, she said.

And then she was two.