After three months of beyond horrible naps (from learning to adjust without his precious binkie, we assume), James has finally gone back to being a really good napper (knock on wood). Hallelujah is all I can say!
James is sassier than ever these days. I would ask myself where such a sassy child came from, but I'm pretty sure the answer can be found in the mirror. His favorite song is "Jingle Bells" (yes, still) and he is semi-obsessed with Donald Duck and Chip and Dale.
He is increasingly loving his stuffed animals and has developed quite the imagination and friendship with a select few. He now can't sleep without at least two of them tucked in beside him. When we go somewhere in the car, another one has to come and he gets quite upset if they aren't "buckled in" the seat next to him. I'm sure anyone who walks passed our car in the parking lot and sees Mr. Bear buckled in next to the car seat has a good laugh.
One month from today I am going to be a mother of two. Heaven help me.
My Restless Leg Syndrome has finally subsided and I am starting to at least get small bouts of sleep now. Another Hallelujah to that one!
Apparently this baby is sitting a lot higher than James ever was. I have heart burn up the wazoo and every time I bend forward even the slightest bit, I come close to throwing up. Awesome. I also used to always find it odd when people said their baby was kicking their ribs because I never experienced it and honestly didn't even see how it was possible. I get it now. Ouch.
My birthday came and went. It was a good day. My only bday wish was to go to the temple, so Brian surprised me with a b-day weekend trip to Atlanta. Just what the doctor ordered. Gotta love the peace the temple brings.
Growing up, I always hated having my birthday on Valentine's Day. In fact, I usually dreaded the day. But I think I finally matured enough to be able to separate the two same-day events and just enjoy the day despite the fact that everyone else is also showered with gifts and attention on that day (I know, how self-centered does that make me sound?). I think I finally figured out that giving to others on that day does more to make me feel the love than being the sole gift-getter. Only took 30 years to figure that one out. I'm brilliant sometimes, I know.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Ouch
Before this next kiddo arrives (one month from tomorrow is the scheduled date), I've been trying to take James out and about doing as many "fun things" as possible.
Of course, it occurred to me the other day that this idea could totally backfire and when the new baby does get here, he'll be so used to going out that he'll have an even harder time when we can't go anywhere.
Oh-well. I suppose he'll survive either way.
(Side story: telling James if he wants to do "fun things" he had better do x, y, or z has been our lifesaver. It doesn't matter if we explain what that "fun thing" is or not. If he wants to do "fun things" he has to obey. He usually complies without question.).
Anyway, so one of those "fun things" is going to the play place at the local mall. He loves it there but sometimes gets a little too rambunctious. Case in point: trying to climb UP the slide rather than go down it and then slipping half way up and biting through his upper lip. I always think I'm being so nice and then something like this happens. Poor kid . . .
Of course, it occurred to me the other day that this idea could totally backfire and when the new baby does get here, he'll be so used to going out that he'll have an even harder time when we can't go anywhere.
Oh-well. I suppose he'll survive either way.
(Side story: telling James if he wants to do "fun things" he had better do x, y, or z has been our lifesaver. It doesn't matter if we explain what that "fun thing" is or not. If he wants to do "fun things" he has to obey. He usually complies without question.).
Anyway, so one of those "fun things" is going to the play place at the local mall. He loves it there but sometimes gets a little too rambunctious. Case in point: trying to climb UP the slide rather than go down it and then slipping half way up and biting through his upper lip. I always think I'm being so nice and then something like this happens. Poor kid . . .
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Friends (or the small things)
Over the last several months, I've been contemplating the value of good friendships and why those really "good" friends are so precious to me. Some dear ones go clear back to childhood while others span just the last few years, but are just as meaningful.
I have many of these "good" friends and yet I am terrible at keeping in touch with them.
Do these people know they mean a lot to me? Why would they? I'm terrible at showing it and I have no good excuse ("I think about you all the time and yet only am pro-active about it a few times a year" is not the best excuse).
I'm a quality vs. quantity-friendship type of girl. I mean, of course I'll take as many friends as I can get, don't get me wrong. But I'm not the type of person who needs to constantly be surrounded by 100 girl friends. I'll gladly take the company of those few quality friends any day.
I always say you know you've got a good friend when you don't talk to someone for weeks/months and can still pick up a conversation like it's only been days. It's always comforting to know that even though I stink at calling people, that friendship is still intact.
I am grateful those people are patient and understanding and I hope they'll forgive me for my lack of communication sometimes. I'm grateful for those friends who are better people than I am and actually take the initiative to pick up the phone (like one good friend did this morning--she knows who she is and it totally made my day).
In those types of friendships, it's the small things that make such a huge difference: phone calls, emails, a weekend visit, etc.
A couple weekends ago, our good friends from dental school, the Sanfords, came to see us. They probably didn't think it was a major deal, but it meant a lot to me, seeing as over a year had passed by since we last saw them and we could just as easily have driven to see them (and although we talked about it plenty of times, we never actually did it).
We suck sometimes.
I was really looking forward to this visit, because since we last saw them, they had a new addition to their family and every time I see pictures of their little guy I practically drool over how darling he is. I couldn't wait to meet him.
Also, James used to be Chelsey's #1 fan (okay, aside from Tim) and would stare at her adoringly for hours. Obviously, I knew he wouldn't remember her but I was curious to see how he'd take to her.
The kid picked up right where he left off and wasted no time sitting on her lap and making her play with him. He adored her just as he had before. I loved that.
I didn't get any great shots but these will have to do until I can get my hands on better ones.
I was a little worried how our sassy two-year-old would interact with their almost 18-month-old but he was patient and shared and didn't do anything drastic, thank goodness.
Here's to many more future visits with good friends and a promise to myself that I'll be the one to take the initiative more often.
I have many of these "good" friends and yet I am terrible at keeping in touch with them.
Do these people know they mean a lot to me? Why would they? I'm terrible at showing it and I have no good excuse ("I think about you all the time and yet only am pro-active about it a few times a year" is not the best excuse).
I'm a quality vs. quantity-friendship type of girl. I mean, of course I'll take as many friends as I can get, don't get me wrong. But I'm not the type of person who needs to constantly be surrounded by 100 girl friends. I'll gladly take the company of those few quality friends any day.
I always say you know you've got a good friend when you don't talk to someone for weeks/months and can still pick up a conversation like it's only been days. It's always comforting to know that even though I stink at calling people, that friendship is still intact.
I am grateful those people are patient and understanding and I hope they'll forgive me for my lack of communication sometimes. I'm grateful for those friends who are better people than I am and actually take the initiative to pick up the phone (like one good friend did this morning--she knows who she is and it totally made my day).
In those types of friendships, it's the small things that make such a huge difference: phone calls, emails, a weekend visit, etc.
A couple weekends ago, our good friends from dental school, the Sanfords, came to see us. They probably didn't think it was a major deal, but it meant a lot to me, seeing as over a year had passed by since we last saw them and we could just as easily have driven to see them (and although we talked about it plenty of times, we never actually did it).
We suck sometimes.
I was really looking forward to this visit, because since we last saw them, they had a new addition to their family and every time I see pictures of their little guy I practically drool over how darling he is. I couldn't wait to meet him.
Also, James used to be Chelsey's #1 fan (okay, aside from Tim) and would stare at her adoringly for hours. Obviously, I knew he wouldn't remember her but I was curious to see how he'd take to her.
The kid picked up right where he left off and wasted no time sitting on her lap and making her play with him. He adored her just as he had before. I loved that.
I didn't get any great shots but these will have to do until I can get my hands on better ones.
Here's to many more future visits with good friends and a promise to myself that I'll be the one to take the initiative more often.
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