Forward Facing

I am a little heartbroken to post this, but it is true, so I must. . .

6/14/2012

 

 

 

 

Danny is now forward facing in the car. BOOOOOO!! I kind of hate it, but at the same time, it is fun to be able to see him in the mirror, hand him thinks, and know that he sees what I am pointing out during our drive. I hate that I kind of feel like is at risk for an injury during an accident, although I know all kids and adults are at risk for an injury.

The problem was with our new car. The seats are different than my old sedan that we got rid of in April. With his carseat rear facing, in the new car, his legs were so jammed that he couldn't even do "criss cross apple sauce." He would get his legs stuck in awkward positions and scream the during the whole car ride. Sounds like fun.

I always said that I would keep him RF till he was 30 lbs, then when he reached 30 lbs I decided I would do it till he was 40 lbs, like the carseat allows. Just like everything in parenthood, my plans never work out :).

My next carseat dilemma: Should I keep both kids (when baby girl gets here), in the same row, making one of them have to sit by the door, or put them both in middle seats, but in different rows??

DECISIONS, DECISIONS!!

Pregnancy Update

Now that what will be forever known as the "Most Wretched Bedtime Ever" is over I will post a pregnancy update.

24 Weeks

I am now well into being six-months pregnant. I really went from zero to pregnant in one week. The picture above, taken a couple weeks ago, was the last super cute belly picture I'm going to have, I think. I am starting to feel big, rather than cute with a baby belly. The belly is in my way all the time now. I am feeling tired and short of breath a lot, too. I should have my Gestational Diabetes test in a few weeks, and I can't pray enough to pass it with flying colors. I will be devastated if I have to deliver after another hospital inductions, and if I have GD that is the most likely scenario. Please say a prayer that I can go into labor naturally!!

This pregnancy, minus the first trimester, has been much easier than my pregnancy with Danny. My baby girl is sitting lower than Danny did, so I have much less heartburn. With Danny, I couldn't drink water without being in terrible pain from the heartburn. I am so thankful not to be experiencing that, yet. I am much more active too, so I have gained less weight, but I have stopped getting on the scale other than at the midwife appointments. I was noticing that every time I went up a pound I would be extra careful of what I ate the next day--stupid!! I need to eat to grow this baby. So I haven't weighed myself in a two weeks, hopefully I don't burst into tears at my appointment on Friday!

We are moving in a month, and I can't wait! I need to get it over with so I can move on to nesting/really preparing for baby girl to arrive. I am so excited to have a nursery ready BEFORE the baby is here. Danny didn't have his own room till he was nine-months-old, so this is exciting for me. I can't wait to prep diapers, and give Danny his space back, his closet is full of pink, and he has the crib and changing table in his room. It will be nice to be settled.

I can't wait for the next three months to go by! I have a lot to do, but I can't wait to meet my baby girl!

Bedtime?

This is where I am at right about now. I might run out and buy this book, if nothing else it might make me laugh.

We have a great routine in our house, pretty much all day long we follow a routine. We have had a great bedtime routine since Danny was about two months old. We never rush, just take our time after dinner. We have bath time, gentle play time, lots of stories, prayers, a song, kisses then bed. I honestly don't think we could have a better routine down.

But for some reason, no matter what we do, the child has to protest when we finally put him in his bed, his twin bed, there is no keeping him in there. When my husband puts Danny to sleep, he gets up once, or twice crying, then accepts it and goes to bed. When I put him to bed, like I am (trying to) tonight, and will for at least the next three weeks while my husband works midnight shifts, the child goes completely nuts on me. He runs to his door, screaming for "dada," who isn't here, by the way, and cries cries cries. He even pounds on the door. Honestly, if we didn't live in a condo I would take a walk around the block and just let him pass out, but I'm afraid my neighbors would have us evicted.

I can follow the doctors instructions on how to get him past this, I can follow my friends advice, my own instincts and even suggestions from the "baby experts." But NOTHING has been able to break my kid from this habit. The worst part is (for me), that he is a thousand times worse when I put him in his bed, rather than his dad.

This blog post is the only thing keeping me from giving in and laying with him till he falls asleep.

I wont do it. I wont do it. I wont do it.

Not only do I want/need bedtime to be less dramatic (who wants their kids to cry themselves to sleep??), but I NEED him to stop waking in the middle of the night and coming to our bed.I keep imagining trying to nurse a newborn in the middle of the night, while my husband is working, and my son is crying at the food of the bed because he wants up. I'm not against co-sleeping, it is the only way we survived our songs first year, but enough is enough. I want my bed back!!

If anyone out there wants to send me strong mom dust and sleeping powder I would greatly appreciate it.

Go the !@#$ to sleep, my love.

Zombie baby

With all the Zombie buzz out there these days I must say that is a little disconcerting that my son's little game of the week is to pretend to eat my face.

It all started with us "taking his nose," you know "got your nose," and pretending to eat it. Well, he ate that up, and wanted to "get" our noses non-stop. Now he "gets" our eyes, our mouths, our ears, cheeks, chins, waddles, etc. It is cute, he thinks he is the most hilarious person in the world. But then you read about weirdos eating/snorting/whatever bath salts then snacking on their friends faces and it gets you thinking. . . 

Here is to hoping it is just a childish phase, and not a prediction on how I will meet my demise.

One car

We are officially, as of Saturday afternoon, a one car family.

We bought a Honda Pilot in April, a month sooner than we wanted to thanks to the idiots at the Maryland MVA. . . another story. Our plan was to sell both my and my husband's cars as soon as I graduated for a bigger car that we will share. The plans never go as we hope, but finally, we are down to one car.

With my husband working shift work, and me staying home, it just makes good financial sense to have one car. I am hoping that I don't go nutty over it, since I am the one who will be without a car a lot of the time. I just keep telling myself it is a small sacrifice to make to stay home with my kids and not have to worry about working outside the home.

Next month we are moving out of our condo to rent a bigger single family home. Not only will we have a room for each of the kids, but we will have more space in general. The best part is our neighborhood has a beach, a pool and a park, all within walking distance. Danny and I should be able to keep ourselves busy on the days we are "stuck at home."

My husband graduates from his police training this Thursday. I am so excited for him to start his new career, it was a long, long road for him to get where he is now, and I am so proud of him for his hard work.

Anyone want to come visit Danny and I while we are stuck at home??

The carrots

Most of the time my son brings nothing but joy and happiness to my life.

But there are days, like today, or rather this evening as I prepared dinner, that his whining and fussing made me wish I could trade places with the carrots.

As my husband walked in the door after work I muttered under my breath "Thank God." Apparently it wasn't enough under my breath because he immediately got a look of fear in his eyes like "Crap, what did I come home to."

It didn't help that our day started at 4:30 this morning.

Goodnight.

Big Carl

When other people are making you feel crazy, it is always better to do this:

instead of this:

**I cannot wait for a date with "big Carl" (Courtney Cox's giant wine glass), as soon as baby girl is born. I am not a HUGE drinker, but the last few weeks I have really been missing the ability to drink a glass of wine.