Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Here we go again...

I *will* get this blog caught up. It will eventually happen if I keep saying that over and over, right? Wait, it doesn't work that way? I have to actually get on the computer? Uh-oh.

I am still determined to make it happen. I have drafts going back to spring break. Actually, I have drafts going back to Harrison turning two...and that, my friends, is pretty sad. Keeping everything updated might be a little easier if we could catch a break from all this sickness. Harper goes an average of a week in between her 2-week-long episodes, which has made us pretty chummy with our pediatrician. I like the guy and all, but I could stand to spread out our visits a little, if you know what I mean. I'm sure he's starting to think we're stalking him at this rate. Ha!

She woke up this morning with a runny nose and eye which is always the first symptom before all the respiratory junk kicks in. She's only been off her meds for 3 days since her last bout. Ugh. Poor girl...I was really hoping she'd be happy and healthy for her birthday next week. (yes, NEXT WEEK. Can you even begin to believe that????)

I keep telling myself that eventually she will grow out of all of this yuckiness. We are all very, very, very ready for that day. And until then it looks like most of my blogging will take place with one hand from my phone while rocking my fussy, snotty, sweetie pie doll baby.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Bobo update & other blurbage.

Well, we survived the first night of Bobo Boot Camp. I guess you could call it a success considering he slept without them. But...success isn't really the word that comes to mind considering he sobbed until 11pm when I finally broke down and let him sleep in our bed. Poor guy. He only asked for them a couple of times and understood that they weren't coming back from the mailbox. But he sure was sad. We comforted him as much as we could and then we just had to let him cry it out a little. It was pretty heartbreaking for me to hear Mommy, come back! Mommy, I need you! Mommy, hold me. Momma, I want to snuggle with you. MOMMY, DON'T LEAVE ME IN HERE! I NEEEED MY MOMMY!! over and over. I seriously wanted to sob right there with him on the other side of the door. I have a hard enough time letting babies cry it out...I didn't realize how much harder it was when they know how to talk! He's never been the cuddly type so him craving this affection and comfort from me is new -- he even asked me to rock him before his nap today. I'm enjoying that part of it, I won't lie ;)
Here is my big boy saying one last goodbye before mailing off his bobos to "Baby."

Today he sobbed for an hour at nap time. I took this video with my phone and do you not see why I am such a sucker? I love this kid even when he's covered in tears and snot. (btw, I totally did take him up on his request to snuggle. He let me rock him to sleep for the first time since he was probably 2 months old and I certainly did treasure every second of it.)


In other news, I have been such a bad blogger lately. Actually, I kind of feel like I've been bad at life lately. But that is a blog post for another day (if I actually wrote blog posts any more). I'm just trying to remind myself that this is just a season of life and things will eventually get easier. And when they do I'm sure I will be looking back wishing I could rewind time because that seems to be how I roll.

One of the many reasons I've been "slacking" lately is because my house seems to be a constant cesspool of germs. Harper spiked a 103.5 fever the weekend before last and it lasted 3 days, but she didn't have any other symptoms. It broke and she seemed fine, then I came down with a stomach bug a day later. The next day, Harrison was extra whiny and I kept asking him if his tummy hurt. He kept saying no, but then right as I picked him up he did this over my shoulder and down my back:

What? You mean you didn't want to see a picture of my kid's vomit?

He was fine the next day and we made it through Easter symptom-free for the most part. But then Harper spiked another fever Monday night and we spent Tuesday morning at the doctor. She has a ruptured ear drum and a cold virus that triggered all of her respiratory issues once again. My poor baby girl can't seem to catch a break.

Even though I am behind I am recommitting to blogging better. I have about 10 drafts I've started but haven't finished because I'm either not in the mood to sit down and finish or I'm too lazy to upload pictures or I'm busy, you know, cleaning up puke. Sometimes it seems like another burden on my plate but I need to stop thinking of it as a chore. I already treasure being able to go back and look at our lives over the last few years and I know I will appreciate looking back even more when my kids are older. So be prepared to see some outdated, irrelevant-to-anybody-but-me posts on here soon. Ha!


Speaking of reminiscing about old times, one year ago tomorrow marks the anniversary of when I was admitted into the hospital on bed rest with Harper. I was exactly 31 weeks pregnant and scared to death to have her over 2 months early...definitely not wishing to rewind time to those hard 3 weeks of anxiously waiting for the time bomb in my uterus to detonate. It totally blows my mind that it has only/already been a year! I can't figure out which surprises me more, the only or the already.


And before I wrap up my ramblings, I thought I'd share just one of the many reasons I will never reach the status of Super Mom. On Saturday, Harrison fell asleep in the car and when we got home he half-way woke up and mumbled that he wanted to lie down on the couch instead of in his crib. I agreed and down he went. Meanwhile, Rick, Harper and I went out to the driveway to talk to a friend who stopped by to drop something off. We were out there for 5 or 10 minutes tops and when we came back inside the couch was empty. Rick and I looked at each other with that concerned oh no! We have totally been duped by a toddler! Where is he and what level of destruction are we going to be dealing with here?! look that only parents of toddlers can understand. We were justified in that exchanged glance because this is where we found our mischievous tot:

you thought I was sleeping? Gotcha!

Why yes, that is a fully clothed (shoes and all) 2 year old left completely unattended in the bathtub. Go us!

And then, in the midst of cleaning up the flooded floors and our soaking wet child, we momentarily left our other child unattended. Rick walked back into our bedroom and found her playing with a pair of scissors. Baby with a deadly weapon? Score!

That's right, folks. The Parents of the Year award goes to us for sure!

We are winners.


Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Like Andy.

Today is the day that we are saying goodbye to Harrison's bobos. It's been a long time coming. I should have weaned him wayyyy back when he turned 1 but since I was pregnant and big changes were coming soon, I didn't want to rock his world any more than I had to. Then I told myself I would do it at 2...but then 2 came and then it was Christmas in a few weeks and who could even think about robbing a sweet little boy's joy that close to Christmas?!?! I kept telling myself that maybe the older he got the less attached he would become. Boy, was I wrong on that one! We only let him have them at naps and bedtime but lately he's been sneaking them out and hiding them all over the house and whining for them. He has several and knows every single one of them by name (yes, he named them). When he's mad or upset he asks to go to his bed to be with them. He not only needs one to sleep with in his mouth but also one for each hand so he can rub them on his face. So yeah. We totally created a monster. The time has definitely come!

I have put it off longer than I should have and I thought the reason was because I knew it was going to be hard on him. But today I'm realizing that in the back of my mind I knew it was going to be hard on me. Not just in the interrupted-sleep kind of way, although I'm sure there will be some of that. And not in the whiny-crabby-toddler sense either, even though I am expecting plenty of that as well. It's just that it's more letting go. Letting go of the final glimpses of Harrison as a baby. At almost 2 1/2 you would think I would be okay with this. But honestly I'm not sure if my sappy heart will ever accept it...even when he's 30. Sigh.

After posting this picture on facebook a few days ago and getting lots of tips and encouragement, I came up with a plan and decided that today is the day. Harrison loves Toy Story. He got all of the movies for his birthday and asks to watch them all the time. He runs around the house pretending to be Woody and talks to all of his Toy Story friends. He always tells me that I'm Jesse, Daddy is Buzz, he's Woody, and Harper is Rex. He named his sister's doll Bullseye. He named his pet bug Bullseye. He named his pet rock Bullseye. You get the point. :)

After debating about which strategy to use, I had an epiphany to tie his love for Toy Story into what I'm calling The Great Pacifier Intervention of 2012. If you are lucky enough to have seen Toy Story 3 once or twice or fifty million times like we have, you know that it is about Andy growing up and going off to college. *Spoiler alert* In the end, even though it's hard to say goodbye to his beloved toys, he donates them to a little girl who can enjoy them like he did. What a nice, nifty little analogy, don't you think? So all morning I've been heavily watering the seed I planted a few weeks ago about how big boys don't need bobos any more. We talked about how just like Andy grew up and gave away his toys, there comes a time when babies grow up into big boys and give away their bobos. We are going to package them all up and stamp and "mail" them to a baby who could get great use out of them just like he did. And to celebrate his graduation to "big boy-hood" I told him I would buy him the greatly coveted and ridiculously overpriced Woody doll that is sitting on the shelf of Target. Yes folks, I'm not above bribery. :)

He's been super excited all day and has agreed that he's ready to say goodbye to his bobos, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I decided to let him have them during his nap and that we would bid them farewell after he wakes up. I don't know what is wrong with me but I could hardly keep it together when I was telling him this was his last time to sleep with them. I guess I never realized how attached I was to them, too.

My baby.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

11 Months

Today my baby is eleven months old. Wait...WHAT??

She weighs about 20lbs.

She is 28 inches tall.

So Harper, what have you been up to this month?

You are a crawling like crazy. You scurry all over the house and are into everything and are totally loving all the freedom. You are constantly pulling yourself up to stand and cruising along furniture and are getting really brave. I have a feeling it won't be much longer before you're taking steps and that blows my mind. What happened to my itty bitty doll baby?

Look at me, Mom! I think I might just let go. Especially since I'm over the's more fun that way!

You love to give me kisses. I totally trained you but they are still just as sweet ;) You don't stay long though because you've got lots of places to go and people to see!

You are an eating machine now which I think is so funny. You refused to eat anything for the first 3 months I tried to get you on solids and now you inhale anything put in front of you. Except baby still refuse anything pureed. I just give you small bites of whatever we're eating and you haven't turned away anything yet. You seriously eat more than your brother at this point. Ha! Now that you're eating 3 solid meals I've started the weaning process and we're down to 3 nursing sessions a day. (But you usually get a 4th in the middle of the night because this mama is too tired to fight you.)

Bring on the thirds!

You are sleeping better than before but still not great. But progress is progress and I'm grateful! It doesn't help that just when we're getting back into our groove you get sick again and our routine goes back out the window. Your bedtime is around 8 and you usually wake up once a night still but are getting better. Naps are still a fight but I'm winning more often now ;) You'll nap decently in the car but in your crib it's usually only about 30 minutes tops.

But I don't WANNA take a nap!!!!

You got your two front top teeth this month. And since you love to flash your sweet smile so much you always get to show them off.

More teeth will make this eating thing even better. SWEET!

You are a total momma's girl. You love people and will go to just about anybody but there are times that you want me and only me. I won't lie and say that when you cling to my arm and bury your face into me it doesn't make me happy to feel so loved by you. :) You are smiley and happy 95% of the day (until it's time to sleep, of course). Everybody is always telling us what a sweet baby you are and they are so right!


 Harper Grace, this next month is going to be bittersweet. I know I will enjoy every minute of my time with you but I am also aware that we entering the last days of your babyhood and I definitely feel the weight of that on my heart. I'm going to do my best to not think about that fact and instead soak you and all of your baby sweetness up. We love you so much and are so thankful that God chose us to be your parents!

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