Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Ordinary Days

I have a tendency to wait until there is something I deem interesting going on in our lives before I'll sit down to write a blog post. I forget that more often than not, the posts I go back to read later are the ones where I simply talked about an ordinary day or one small event that might not mean much to anybody else but meant the world to me. So, with renewed determination to post more regularly, and because I'm on a goal-setting trend, I would like to try and post something about us on Tuesdays (my knitting posts don't count, plus those are usually on a Wednesday or Friday) and if there's nothing major going on, I will think back over the week and pick something that made me happy or sad or made me think. My days are flying by one into the other and my boys are getting big so fast I feel like I come home from work and they're taller than when I left in the morning! I hope that by choosing something to focus on, it will help me slow down and cherish the little things that we sometimes don't realize we love until they're gone.



Joey's gone back to his milk-spitting thing, I though maybe his new Cars sippy cups would deter him but that's no longer the case. I tried to focus his spitting by showing him how in the bathroom sink while we brush our teeth, his major interest there is the faucet and any bubbles circling the drain. The other day, right before bed, he was too quiet. I should have been suspicious, but I was tired and Dan was just home from work and we were talking about our day. I was about to go into the bathroom to change and brush my teeth when I saw Joey in his room with his mouth up to one of his bigger toys. I thought he was licking it but on closer inspection, he was putting his mouth up to it and letting the milk dribble down it. There was a rather large puddle at the bottom of this toy (thankfully it didn't hurt the toy). I have no idea why he does this with milk and not water, maybe because the water is clear it's harder to watch as he does this? Anyway, with a major show of restraint on my part (I find it very difficult to exude my normal amount of patience at the end of a work day), I firmly told him "no spitting", took his cup, and gave him a wet washcloth and made him clean it up. I think for a normal toddler that would have been punishment, but he likes cleaning and did a surprisingly good job at getting all the milk up, so he might have considered it an award. Oh well, at least I didn't have to clean it up while he laughed or something.



Noah is still not-quite-crawling. He can get to what he wants through either rolling or scootching, but not full on crawling yet so we're enjoying his limited mobility while we can. Joey was a "late" crawler/walker but he never got up on his hands and knees doing the rocking thing that Noah started doing a couple months ago (which is ADORABLE, omg!), so I thought maybe Noah would crawl earlier than Joey. Nope, still content just sitting or rocking lol. He's highly motivated by the iPad, even when it's off he likes looking at his reflection. Noah can sit himself up from the crawling position though so that's something new! He also just recently figured out how to clap and does it a lot when he knows we're watchiing, little showoff. I just love this age, he's old enough to interact with, but still very much a rolly-polly, non-mobile baby. I do nothing but snuggle and kiss his chub when I get home from work most days.

I love how excited the boys are to see me when I get home. Noah sits there and screetches his happiness (we call it "baby pterodactyl") and Joey runs around showing me all his toys like I haven't been home for days/weeks/months and didn't just play with that toy with him the night before. Depending on how their day went, if both boys need a nap, we'll pile into the big bed and nurse until we all fall asleep. Considering how early I get up for work, and how often I'm woken up in the middle of the night to nurse, naps are still a very, very good thing.

This spot is commonly referred to among co-sleepers/bed-sharing parents as "the mommy hole"--which when you type it out looks terrible, but we all get a laugh ;)