Maybe a Success

Z is sleeping in her crib in L's room tonight for the first time. At first L was upset that we moved some furniture around in her room but after she got over her little nervous breakdown it seemed to go well. Z doesn't really seem to care where she is, she'll just go to sleep. It's L that doesn't much care for change. I'm sitting in the room next door to them and I can hear them talking to each other. It's pretty damn cute I have to say. They are up later than usual but I didn't exactly expect them to go right to sleep.

L has been driving me crazy lately. She has been getting out of bed about a million times each night. Sometimes it's right after I put her to bed and then again at around 3am. She has always always been an excellent sleeper, bed at 7 wake up around 7:30. She's killing me with this no sleep thing. Last night she got out of bed about 10 times right after I tucked her in and then again at 3:30 and over and over again until 5:30am. Need I remind you that Hubby is not home at least two nights a week, and of course last night was one of them. Needless to say, I'm tired. I'm wondering if she is going through some kind of insecurity that she can't quite express into words to me. So today while Hubby was home I took her to one of those paint your own pottery places for some one on one mommy time. It was nice to be alone together and she enjoyed herself, she's very artsy fartsy. But damn, that place was so expensive. We did three pieces, L picked an egg and a lizard for herself and she picked a lizard for me to do. Yes, I painted a lovely little gecko today. It came to $54!!!!!!!!!! Sigh, I guess you can't put a price tag on time spent with your daughter.

Since a few of you were wondering what went askew with putting Z in L's room I'll tell you the story. I felt all along that we should either start with putting Z in a bed in her own room and then after a few weeks move the bed into L's room. Or put her crib in L's room for a few weeks and then get rid of the crib and put her bed in there. You know, so she could adjust to one new thing for a few weeks and then adjust to another thing a while later. Hubby, AKA, Master of the Universe, Knower of All, said, "Nah, let's just move the bed into L's room and have Z start sleeping in there." Well Z wouldn't stay in her bed. L was getting upset that Z was being so disruptive etc etc. So after about 45 minutes the first night we gave up and put Z in her crib in her room and of course she cried and cried to go back in her bed. When we tried again the next night the same thing all over again. Suffice it to say, I was right he was wrong, but that's the story of my life really. So tomorrow we are moving Z's bed out of L's room and moving her crib into L's room and she will start sleeping in her crib in L's room and then in a few weeks/months we will try her in a bed again.
I personally don't think she's ready for a bed just yet. She doesn't seem to have the self discipline to stay in her bed and not get up and investigate the room, kwim? All I really want accomplished at this point is to have Z and L accustomed to sharing a room long before baby #3 arrives, everything else will fall into place. Hopefully.

Where oh where did the summer go?

It was cool and rainy here today. We had a playdate over this morning but the post nap afternoon seemed to be looming large in front of us with nothing to do. So I put them in rain coats and rain boots and out we went to stomp in some puddles. Z of course fell down in one almost instantly and was drenched but she didn't seem to mind. At least we all got some fresh air and got some energy out.




At bedtime tonight L said to me "you used to be a little mommy not your the same big as daddy." Translation: I used to be petite but now I'm the same size as my husband who is 10 inches taller than me and weighs 235 lbs. in the eyes of my four year old. Great.

Big Night

Tonight's a big night around here. We are moving Z into her big girl bed in L's room. I really want to have her fully transitioned before baby arrives. I don't know how this is going to go. I'm upstairs right now and they are two floors below me in the playroom with Hubby and I can hear them both screaming at each other as I type. Picture me, nibbling my nails right now.

Just chilling in the yard eating some pretzels. I don't know what's up with L's expression. I guess she's just trying to prove that it is IMPOSSIBLE to get a good pic of the two of them together.

Our weekend, so far

This is where the four of us went Friday afternoon. If you can't figure it out, it's the Wiggles. By the time we were about 2/3's of the way there I realized I forgot to bring Z's shoes. She had been napping in her crib right before we left and I had just scooped her out of her crib and put her in the car, obviously barefoot. Hmm, what to do what to do. Well at least she's only a toddler, she can get away with barefeet in public. By the time we parked it was already 3:00 which is precisely what time the show was supposed to start. Now being the Wiggles groupie that I am, this was not my first show, and I know from past experience they don't start right on time. So as we're exiting the parking garage I see a store that has a Nike sign on it. I look at Hubby and say "Do you think they sell kids shoes in there?" So over we go. Sure enough we find a pair of Nike's in a toddler size 6. I buy them. Tell the chick at the store to keep the box and the bag. So Z is now styling in her very own pair of purple and silver Nikes. She can totally hang with the cool kids now. Let me just mention that we were sooooo out of place in that store. I'll let you figure out what I mean by that without actually explaining it and offending anyone. I didn't feel uncomfortable or anything, just a family of four from the 'burbs wasn't the norm for that place.(For b and DJ and anyone else who knows this state, we were in the city that starts with a W and no one can pronounce, you'll get my point. )

I thought this might amuse someone

I'm in a wedding at the end of September. The bride wants the bridesmaids to wear silver open toed shoes. I have a fitting for my tent, I mean, dress, next week so I went out a few nights ago to buy my shoes so I could have them at my fitting. I usually wear a size 5 1/2. I went to Lord & Taylor, they had about 8 different styles of silver open toed shoes. I thought "great, fabulous." I couldn't even fit my toes into a size 6. "Hmm, these must be made weird", I thought to myself. I move on down the mall and end up at Macy's. Again, about 8 different styles of silver open toed shoes. Some of them really really cute. I couldn't for the life of me fit my foot in past my toes on any of them except for one style. I mean I know my feet are a little swollen but that's not really the problem. It's like they are all spread out from carrying around the extra 27 lbs. Wearing flip flops all the time probably isn't helping since there's absolutely no support in those. It's like the place just below my toes, kind of like the knuckle of my foot, is spread out soooo wide. So I ended up buying a pair of shoes in a size 7. Yup from a 5 1/2 to a 7. They are too long but they have an adjustable strap around the leg/ankle and when it's set on the tightest setting they stay on my feet. They don't look ridiculous, but they do look big. But who the hell is going to be looking at my feet anyway? I just need to wear them through the ceremony and then I figure I can chuck 'em. Don't you think that's kind of funny? Hubby didn't seem to see the absurdity in it. He just doesn't get it. He thinks when you're pregnant your belly and your boobs get big he has no idea that so many other bizarre things go on with your body.
Okay, could I ramble any more about this.

A Trip to the Zoo

You know how you have days when you wake and say, "oh god, I have no desire or energy to do anything but sit the kids in front of the tv today." And then other days, as rare as they may be sometimes, you wake up and feel energized and motivated. You can kind of convince yourself, if only for a few fleeting moments, that you're super mom. Well I had one of those good days yesterday. I decided to take the kids to the zoo. As I began the daunting task of packing lunch, snacks, sunblock, diapers, camera, etc etc I slowly began to see through the fog but I kept on trudging and it was worth it. They had a lot of fun and it really wore them out. We were there for nearly 4 HOURS!!! Poor Z was tired most of the time. I had hoped she would nap on the drive there, but she didn't. She did fall asleep the instant we got back in the car to come home of course.
Here is L on a pony ride. I did a crappy job of getting a good pic of her. The damn shutter speed on my piece o' crap camera is too slow. Anywho, she thought this was soooo cool.


My lovebugs.


There was a deer forest you could walk through and if you were quiet and moved slowly the deer would come right up to you. It was pretty cool. L even got to pet one of the more tame ones.
Thanks to the show "Diego", L ran right up to this bird and said "Mommy, its a Scarlet Macaw!" She was right. I would have called it a parrot, what the hell do I know. Thank goodness for Nick Jr.

Okay, I lied, here are a few more pics from our week

Z was a bit off her normal nap/sleep schedule (imagine that) so Hubby took her for a long walk and she was out like a light, thank god because she was being rather, um, unpleasant that afternoon.

This is what happens when you let the kids stay up late. Z slept like that for 2 hours and L slept for 3 hours. Hubby and I didn't know what to do with ourselves. We actually got to RELAX at the beach the whole afternoon while they snoozed.
Nothing says summer like some fresh corn on the cob.

Here they are, the much awaited pics from the Cape

I'll spare you and only post a few. ;)

I need a vacation after my vacation

Our week was really nice. Spent nearly every day at the beach. Wore the kids out. Wore ourselves out. Had some great family bonding time.Mission accomplished. But I have to say a vacation with small children is exhausting. I don't need to say much more. I think most of you who read my blog know exactly what I'm talking about.
So here are some much anticipated pics. ;)

Okay, blogger is being a bitch and won't let me upload any more pics. I'll try again later.

See Ya Later Alligator

We are going out of town tomorrow for a week of family fun. We're headed down the Cape (that would be Cape Cod to all you non-new englanders). We've rented a house for the week and hope to spend many a day at the beach. I'm really really really looking forward to it. It will be great for all of us to spend a lot of time together, playing, relaxing eating too much...... We better have good weather, I'm afraid to look at the five day forecast.
Anywho, I'll post bunches of pics to bore you to tears in a week or so.

Do You Ever Do This?

Do you ever find yourself driving in the car, alone, no kids, and you forget who you are for a few precious moments? This is me. The radio is up way too high playing something like The Black Eyed Peas, the windows are down, I'm driving a bit too fast and probably singing and dancing a little in my seat. At a stop light I look at the car next to me and see a guy looking at me. I'm thinking he's looking at me because I'm 20 and cute and cool driving a sporty little two door car of some sort. Then I catch a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror. I'm driving a minivan, with two carseats in the back, I have macaroni and cheese spilled on my shirt, my hair hasn't been cut in four months, I'm 32, and pregnant. I'm soooooo not the cool chick I thought I was just moments before.