Oh my silly girl.
I love what a little momma you're becoming. I think Adessa is in for a trip of a big sister. Today, you spent a solid forty minutes pretending to tuck me in, giving me animals, composing epic stories about ladybugs and forests looking at me with the HUGE eyes. A few weeks back, we went to our friend SunShine's house (she has Deacon and Maxx, and as of recently, Seonna.) Seonna is about a month old, and you pretty much ignored the boys entirely, and devoted yourself to standing next to a sleeping Seonna's cradle, holding her hand and putting her pacifier back in her mouth if it ever fell out.
Why do I have a feeling that there will be less sibling rivalry as there will be you being upset that you can't do everything to "mom" Adessa. Even now, you're talking about how you get to SHARE with Adessa! Your toys! You'll give her your toys! You'll change her diapers! You'll feed her yogurt! and bottles! CONSTANT VIGILANCE! Gosh, I hope this lasts until she's actually born. Though, I'm expecting it will, you've always been fascinated by kids that are littler than you. You've hugged random babies, just because you can.
We had a Cranmer family day today, going to the pet store (you really like watching the dogs get haircuts, and today there was a long-haired cat who was getting shaved and falling asleep on the table during it. I swear they must have drugged that kitty out of it's mind. You thought that was HILARIOUS.
You've started to sing a long with your veggie tales movies, but you don't want us to sing with you, and you're not too keen on us listening to you either. But it is the CUTEST FRIGGING THING AND OMG, IT'S SO CUTE! I swear that half of our lives are me and your dad looking at each other in the midst of a cuteness explosion.
You also spent a lot of tonight talking on your phone (one of my old abandoned cellphones) to a.) Aunt Susie b.) Nana and c.) the cats.
To bed with me, before I fall over. I love you sweetheart, this will get a bit more coherent as I feel like I'm caught up. Love you!
Monday, February 6, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Ena - February 5th, 2012
Oof, well, there was a long stretch of no posting. I'll try to sum up where we've been.
We've been weaning you off "needing" mommy or daddy to help you as you potty. You know, literally, wiping your arse. You can do it all yourself, but you don't like to, and when I make you do it...it literally took you FORTY FIVE minutes everytime. omg, I was about to shoot myself. And we need you to be able to do everything by yourself because when Adessa shows up, if she's nursing, sorry, lady...you're on your own when it comes to pottying.
It was cause for some mommy/Ena strife. I tried everything I could think of to get you motivated (stickers, time-outs, fuzzies...) and like the true daughter of mine that you are, nothing worked...except m&ms. This works surprisingly well, and gets you in and out in about five minutes. Mommy can breathe again! Wooohooo! There was one night where you had gone to the potty, were FINALLY down (this was pre-m&ms) and called me back in to tell me you needed to potty again. I did everything for you and was reaaaally crabby doing it, finally I plopped you down in your crib and walked out the door.
About 5 minutes later, I was sitting there feeling awful and not wanting you to go to sleep having been crabbed at by the crabbiest of all crabs and I went back in, pulled you up (from where you were almost sleeping anyways) and snuggled you and apologized, and you actually apologized too and we forgave each other and gave our hearts to Jesus to clean up and then you told me about your day for another 20 minutes. I love you midget.
We've been weaning you off "needing" mommy or daddy to help you as you potty. You know, literally, wiping your arse. You can do it all yourself, but you don't like to, and when I make you do it...it literally took you FORTY FIVE minutes everytime. omg, I was about to shoot myself. And we need you to be able to do everything by yourself because when Adessa shows up, if she's nursing, sorry, lady...you're on your own when it comes to pottying.
It was cause for some mommy/Ena strife. I tried everything I could think of to get you motivated (stickers, time-outs, fuzzies...) and like the true daughter of mine that you are, nothing worked...except m&ms. This works surprisingly well, and gets you in and out in about five minutes. Mommy can breathe again! Wooohooo! There was one night where you had gone to the potty, were FINALLY down (this was pre-m&ms) and called me back in to tell me you needed to potty again. I did everything for you and was reaaaally crabby doing it, finally I plopped you down in your crib and walked out the door.
About 5 minutes later, I was sitting there feeling awful and not wanting you to go to sleep having been crabbed at by the crabbiest of all crabs and I went back in, pulled you up (from where you were almost sleeping anyways) and snuggled you and apologized, and you actually apologized too and we forgave each other and gave our hearts to Jesus to clean up and then you told me about your day for another 20 minutes. I love you midget.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Adessa - January 21st, 2012
HI little lady!
You've been kicking so much lately, I'm surprised my amniotic fluid isn't carbonated! Sheesh! You're still breech, so I've been trying to encourage you to flip over by laying down with my hips propped up a bunch on the edge of the couch...no such luck yet...though Ena has been yelling "Adessa! You need to be sideways!" while bouncing on her trampoline.
(aka please don't go sideways, ouch!)
Apparently, the dr's office is more concerned than they were originally, because they're upping the level of ultrasound I need to go do. They're doing the "this is nothing to be concerned about yet," and then following it up immediately with "but we're concerned that she's not growing properly."
So here's the deal. How about there's nothing wrong and we're just fine. Stressing about this won't help, but I do get stressed because I want so badly for you to be okay. Since that moment you've gotten extra "kicky," so I'm pretty sure you're trying to tell me that everything's okay. And you know what, even if it isn't...we'll handle it together and it WILL be okay.
I can't wait to see who you are and start to learn your personality. I'm excited to see where you'll be like Ena or me or daddy and where you'll be completely and one hundred percent yourself. So be safe in there and come out when you're supposed to, okay?
I love you sweetheart, and I'm excited to meet you!
Love,
Momma
You've been kicking so much lately, I'm surprised my amniotic fluid isn't carbonated! Sheesh! You're still breech, so I've been trying to encourage you to flip over by laying down with my hips propped up a bunch on the edge of the couch...no such luck yet...though Ena has been yelling "Adessa! You need to be sideways!" while bouncing on her trampoline.
(aka please don't go sideways, ouch!)
Apparently, the dr's office is more concerned than they were originally, because they're upping the level of ultrasound I need to go do. They're doing the "this is nothing to be concerned about yet," and then following it up immediately with "but we're concerned that she's not growing properly."
So here's the deal. How about there's nothing wrong and we're just fine. Stressing about this won't help, but I do get stressed because I want so badly for you to be okay. Since that moment you've gotten extra "kicky," so I'm pretty sure you're trying to tell me that everything's okay. And you know what, even if it isn't...we'll handle it together and it WILL be okay.
I can't wait to see who you are and start to learn your personality. I'm excited to see where you'll be like Ena or me or daddy and where you'll be completely and one hundred percent yourself. So be safe in there and come out when you're supposed to, okay?
I love you sweetheart, and I'm excited to meet you!
Love,
Momma
Ena - January 21st, 2012
Ha! We bought you a trampoline! I was worried that you weren't getting enough time to play around and be physical and get all your preschooler energy out...uh, problem solved. You LOVE it. It's one of the first things you want to do in the morning as soon as you get up. Right now, you're loving when I count how many times you bounce. We were up to 500 tonight and I finally had to give in. Holy crap, kid. But you sleep better, and your cheeks look more rosy so I'm a happy momma.
Let's see. You went to Nana's and big wheeled around her basement in your helmet, went to Photo's for hotdogs and ice cream, and along with your little ice cream cone, Papa gave you a quarter of his milk shake. He's hilarious with feeding you treats, like he tries to be all sneaky about it. We went on vacation with Nana and Papa a couple of times, and he would always slip you donuts or bits of waffle during breakfast. The other day, you and Dad went over to eat dinner with them while I taught some lessons and you walked in on Papa who had broken a wine glass and was trying to vacuum it up, while holding onto his walker and being attached to his oxygen. You were super sleepy because you had fallen asleep in the car (super rare for you). So Colin made Papa sit down and stuck you on the couch next to him while he cleaned up and you snuggled right in to Papa's side. And about every ten seconds, Papa would lean over and kiss you on the top of the head. He was very happy with his Ena-girl.
Goofy stuff you've said:
"Perhaps I should get off my trampoline now."
"This ice cream has a delicious flavor."
As you can probably tell...we don't really do the whole baby talk thing with you. Your vocab (and ability to use it accurately) is awesome kiddo, but it's always amazing when you use it so properly. Adorable.
I love you so much!
--Momma
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Ena - January 18th, 2012
Short post because I don't want to break the string for too long...otherwise it's too easy to slip back into not updating.
Goofy stuff you've said: We went to a gas station on the way to nana's, gas light already on and pulled into a station that was completely out of gas. Your dad was frustrated, and you said very self-assuredly, "It's okay, Dad. We'll find you another gas place that has gas. Don't worry." And then you sat back in your car seat, very satisfied that you had fixed it.
You also have been climbing into my downstairs closet as I switch the laundry to be "an astronaut in space." Today you tried to convince me to let you take your nap down there because it's "very comfortable."
I was crabby as all get out at you yesterday, because I got a call from my OB saying that Adessa isn't growing the way that she's supposed to and they want to double check a lot of things. Which means, I have to go for another ultrasound and while it's possible that it's absolutely nothing (and most likely that they are off on my due date, which I wouldn't be surprised about)...but that it could be a something. I apologized at the end of the day, and you told me that you forgave me and we snuggled it out.
What's weird is I don't feel that much about it, but I am able to be ragingly pissed (mostly internal and restrained) on a dime right now. So, I'm burying something somewhere...I just can't quite access it. Lots of music and worship time today helped surface some of it and we had a good silly day together. I think you can sense something's up...you had your first accident in quite literally, months, and didn't want to do anything by yourself the whole day. You're also pushing on all of the boundaries while mommy's defenses are weak, which yesterday I didn't handle so well, but today I took it more in stride.
Weird how when things go wrong...it all happens at the same time. Your baby monitor broke, our car is out of alignment and not drivable, the furnace has been giving us troubles off and on and right now decided to poop out again..., and my phone did this weird update and now can only connect in roam or it drops calls. And the doctor bills. Frustrating, tiring....expensive.
I love you sweetheart. Your eyes are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Big giant blue-gray eyes blinking at me with these long feathery lashes. I love that you're my little buddy during the day, and I miss you when you sleep. (Even though sometimes I can't wait until you're sleeping...parenting is exhausting, don't get me wrong.) But then I miss you again.
Goofy stuff you've said: We went to a gas station on the way to nana's, gas light already on and pulled into a station that was completely out of gas. Your dad was frustrated, and you said very self-assuredly, "It's okay, Dad. We'll find you another gas place that has gas. Don't worry." And then you sat back in your car seat, very satisfied that you had fixed it.
You also have been climbing into my downstairs closet as I switch the laundry to be "an astronaut in space." Today you tried to convince me to let you take your nap down there because it's "very comfortable."
I was crabby as all get out at you yesterday, because I got a call from my OB saying that Adessa isn't growing the way that she's supposed to and they want to double check a lot of things. Which means, I have to go for another ultrasound and while it's possible that it's absolutely nothing (and most likely that they are off on my due date, which I wouldn't be surprised about)...but that it could be a something. I apologized at the end of the day, and you told me that you forgave me and we snuggled it out.
What's weird is I don't feel that much about it, but I am able to be ragingly pissed (mostly internal and restrained) on a dime right now. So, I'm burying something somewhere...I just can't quite access it. Lots of music and worship time today helped surface some of it and we had a good silly day together. I think you can sense something's up...you had your first accident in quite literally, months, and didn't want to do anything by yourself the whole day. You're also pushing on all of the boundaries while mommy's defenses are weak, which yesterday I didn't handle so well, but today I took it more in stride.
Weird how when things go wrong...it all happens at the same time. Your baby monitor broke, our car is out of alignment and not drivable, the furnace has been giving us troubles off and on and right now decided to poop out again..., and my phone did this weird update and now can only connect in roam or it drops calls. And the doctor bills. Frustrating, tiring....expensive.
I love you sweetheart. Your eyes are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Big giant blue-gray eyes blinking at me with these long feathery lashes. I love that you're my little buddy during the day, and I miss you when you sleep. (Even though sometimes I can't wait until you're sleeping...parenting is exhausting, don't get me wrong.) But then I miss you again.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Adessa - January 14th, 2012
Look at you, little lady! Not even out in the world and you already have a blog about you.
We had our ultrasound the other day and found out that you were a girl. I think I was almost a little shellshocked because I was sure you were going to be a boy!...apparently, I have no radar for this sort of thing. Fine with me! I'm happy that you're a girl!!
You're currently measuring a little small which I wish I didn't know because it just makes me nervous. (Especially because Ena was so huge, so I keep expecting that you're going to be a moose too. And then I get worried that i"m doing something wrong.) My gut feeling is that they have my due date wrong and you'll be born a little later than they're thinking. Due dates are such jokes anyways, but they want everything to neatly line up under their "standards." Argh, medical births drive me a little crazy, but I'm not quite brave enough to do a home birth...I think.
You kick and move a bunch, but definitely have times where you're sleepy and still. You're currently breech, so if you wouldn't mind turning around that'd be fabulous, by the way :) You tend to elbow me to the right of my belly button and stretch your feet out against my left hip, which just feels weird.
Putting some stuff in place to get ready for you...I hope we move by the time you've arrived, but I think I'd be pleasantly surprised if that actually happens. I'm still not sure what we're going to do about space and such or trying to show the house after we've had to bring back all the baby stuff...I'm trying not to think about all that at the minute. I can't wait to meet you and show you our world...we have lots of cats for you to pet and a fabulous older sister that is going to love you to little pieces.
I love you baby girl.
We had our ultrasound the other day and found out that you were a girl. I think I was almost a little shellshocked because I was sure you were going to be a boy!...apparently, I have no radar for this sort of thing. Fine with me! I'm happy that you're a girl!!
You're currently measuring a little small which I wish I didn't know because it just makes me nervous. (Especially because Ena was so huge, so I keep expecting that you're going to be a moose too. And then I get worried that i"m doing something wrong.) My gut feeling is that they have my due date wrong and you'll be born a little later than they're thinking. Due dates are such jokes anyways, but they want everything to neatly line up under their "standards." Argh, medical births drive me a little crazy, but I'm not quite brave enough to do a home birth...I think.
You kick and move a bunch, but definitely have times where you're sleepy and still. You're currently breech, so if you wouldn't mind turning around that'd be fabulous, by the way :) You tend to elbow me to the right of my belly button and stretch your feet out against my left hip, which just feels weird.
Putting some stuff in place to get ready for you...I hope we move by the time you've arrived, but I think I'd be pleasantly surprised if that actually happens. I'm still not sure what we're going to do about space and such or trying to show the house after we've had to bring back all the baby stuff...I'm trying not to think about all that at the minute. I can't wait to meet you and show you our world...we have lots of cats for you to pet and a fabulous older sister that is going to love you to little pieces.
I love you baby girl.
January 14th, 2012
Hi lady! You slept at Grandma and Grandpa's last night again. I think it's getting pretty normal for you. Your dad and I went to his staff party, and I'm so glad that you're going to see church done in and around these people. They're real, honest, laidback and goofy folk--who happen to think drinking shots is hilarious. It's just such a place of health that I'm happy that we've landed here. No church is perfect, but man, our family has been through the wringer with church hurt. It's nice to be in a place that while it's not perfect...is much MUCH safer than any other place we've been.
We had an ultrasound the other day, and you were cracking the technician up like crazy. She wasn't an easy egg, either. You asked her what her name was, and insisted that you're going to feed the baby yogurt, and when I told you I had to pee, you told me to "Squeeze your butt together, mom!" And then we found out that...we're having a girl! You're going to have a sister!
So crazy. I'm so overjoyed and glad that you get to experience having a sibling that's yours. I feel like all my life I've wanted to have that claim with someone and as deep as a friendship can go and as much as people say "we're sisters, or they're my REAL family"...there's something about know that genes and DNA and some mysterious tie makes that person legitimately yours in a way that they are no one else's. At least...that's how it looks to someone who has no siblings! Weird that you'll probably be each other's maids of honor, and you'll bitch about us to each other and know just what the other is talking about.
I'm excited to see you as a big sister. Your instinct is already to take care of all the other littles around you, so I'm so excited to be able to give you a little that's genuinely yours to snuggle and help take care of. We've got some growth that we need to do with you to get you to a place that I think we need to be when a baby comes:
I'd like you to be sleeping in a big bed. And I need to make snacks that you can get yourself from the refrigerator. I'd LOVE for you to be fully potty trained at night, we're still doing pull ups and nap and bedtime and you PEE. IT. UP. like the second you get a diaper on. I think we just need to take them off and let you have some accidents and then you'll be fine. We had to do the same thing during the day but you nailed it in a week as soon as diapers weren't an option...so I think we just need to suck it up and lose the diapers at night. And I think the last one is that you need to be able to go to the potty, wipe and wash your hands all on your own. Right now, I'm helping you still and I'm pretty sure if I set you up a little better you could do the whole thing by yourself. (I'm just envisioning myself nursing a baby and you needing to go to the potty and me unable to help...)
You're also painting about...oh, three hours a DAY right now. You love your watercolors and go back to them over and over, and each time you'll paint for a half hour or more. You love it! I'm saving all your pictures because daddy wants to make them into a big art piece for you. I'm glad because you are extremely "art prolific" and I was wondering what to do with all of it! (I tend to be unsentimental and throw things away, but I always feel a little bad, so I'm glad he's got a cool way to preserve stuff.
Alright, you goofy little peanut. I love you so much!
We had an ultrasound the other day, and you were cracking the technician up like crazy. She wasn't an easy egg, either. You asked her what her name was, and insisted that you're going to feed the baby yogurt, and when I told you I had to pee, you told me to "Squeeze your butt together, mom!" And then we found out that...we're having a girl! You're going to have a sister!
So crazy. I'm so overjoyed and glad that you get to experience having a sibling that's yours. I feel like all my life I've wanted to have that claim with someone and as deep as a friendship can go and as much as people say "we're sisters, or they're my REAL family"...there's something about know that genes and DNA and some mysterious tie makes that person legitimately yours in a way that they are no one else's. At least...that's how it looks to someone who has no siblings! Weird that you'll probably be each other's maids of honor, and you'll bitch about us to each other and know just what the other is talking about.
I'm excited to see you as a big sister. Your instinct is already to take care of all the other littles around you, so I'm so excited to be able to give you a little that's genuinely yours to snuggle and help take care of. We've got some growth that we need to do with you to get you to a place that I think we need to be when a baby comes:
I'd like you to be sleeping in a big bed. And I need to make snacks that you can get yourself from the refrigerator. I'd LOVE for you to be fully potty trained at night, we're still doing pull ups and nap and bedtime and you PEE. IT. UP. like the second you get a diaper on. I think we just need to take them off and let you have some accidents and then you'll be fine. We had to do the same thing during the day but you nailed it in a week as soon as diapers weren't an option...so I think we just need to suck it up and lose the diapers at night. And I think the last one is that you need to be able to go to the potty, wipe and wash your hands all on your own. Right now, I'm helping you still and I'm pretty sure if I set you up a little better you could do the whole thing by yourself. (I'm just envisioning myself nursing a baby and you needing to go to the potty and me unable to help...)
You're also painting about...oh, three hours a DAY right now. You love your watercolors and go back to them over and over, and each time you'll paint for a half hour or more. You love it! I'm saving all your pictures because daddy wants to make them into a big art piece for you. I'm glad because you are extremely "art prolific" and I was wondering what to do with all of it! (I tend to be unsentimental and throw things away, but I always feel a little bad, so I'm glad he's got a cool way to preserve stuff.
Alright, you goofy little peanut. I love you so much!
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