Rollin' With My Babies!

Rollin' With My Babies!

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Breakthrough!


Will's newest "thing" he does is quite funny: He likes to take the toe from one foot, fit it in the little spot between the last snap and the footie on his opposing leg, and then flip his toe up until he breaks through the snap, therefore releasing his little naked leg into the world.

He gets this little "hehehe" look on his face every time he does it!

Now, since I only tend to notice him doing this BEFORE I have time to get the camera out, I took photos of him trying to break the other leg free.

He's too funny, and waaayyy too smart for his 4 months of age! If he's already managing to break out of his clothes at this age, I have a feeling that I will have quite the time keeping him contained as a toddler!




Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Hi Fashion





While the cookies were baking, I had the kids play in the backyard. Dani's new "thing" is to always wear a hat outside (which I will not complain about!). Today, she happened to grab one that didn't exactly match her outfit; but it did happen to look VERY COOL on camera.

Again, Dani the trendsetter...I think that she is very wise beyond her two years when it comes to knowing what translates on film!

Baking Time!





Today, Aunt Liz came over for some "help" in making their Uncle Pat some cookies. Anyone who has baked with kids knows how much fun this is, and how messy it can be! Oh well- the girls had a lot of fun measuring out flour and sugar, and they LOVED eating the products of their hard work after Aunt Liz pulled the goodies out of the oven!

Monday, June 28, 2010

Princess Play



I just had to post some cute photos of my girls, as they were just too cute when they dressed up in thier Disney Princess costumes today. The costumes du jour were Princess Aurora, and Snow White.
Sorry I don't have a longer post to share today- I am TIRED and I want to catch up on The Bachelorette a bit!
'Night, all!

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Grace and God

As we were saying our prayers tonight, the kids and I did our typical runthrough of names of whom we bless daily: "God bless Mommy, Daddy, Gracie, Dani, Will, Meemas, Peepas, Aunties, Uncles and Cousins."
Tonight, I added "...and God, please bless Grandma S, who needs your comfort."
Grace, noticing the add-on, asked "Mommy, what's wrong with Grandma S?"
"Oh, honey, she's sick. She needs our prayers for her comfort."
"Why? Does she have a cold?"
"No, honey...she has something called cancer, and it's not good. She may be meeting God and seeing Great Grandpa S soon."
"Oh, what's cancer?"
"It's something that can make you really sick. Sometimes it means that you will be meeting God soon."
"Oh. Well, that's good that she will be meeting God soon. That way she will feel better. I don't want her to be sick and hurt anymore."
Whoa.
Out of the mouths of babes.

The BEST Surprise



Last week, we got the best news that we have had in awhile: Daddy was coming home for a couple of days!!

I intentionally didn't tell the kids. After all, as a miltary spouse, or MilSpouse, I know all-too-well how plans can change in the blink of an eye. I could not imagine the disappoinment that would reflect in my kids' eyes if I told them that Daddy was coming home, and then things changed. Honestly, after his being gone for seven weeks, THAT would be too much to handle. Crazy days, got it. Kids screaming for what seem like hours on end... got that, too. But disappoinment...nope, that was unacceptable.

Wednesday was a blur. We woke up, and I kept the kids busy with playing, activities, and fun shows to watch on TV. I cleaned. A lot. I didn't want Daddy to come home to a dirty house (not that my house is dirty, but I am kind-of a perfectionist when it comes to arriving home to a clean house. I try to extend the "clean house" courtesy to Daddy). The afternoon consisted of a play date, and then I taught the Sunset Stroller Strides class in Hermosa. The kids played at the park for a bit, and then I fed them dinner. Then it was just a waiting game.

After a bit of a delay, I was thrilled to hear the good news: he LANDED! He was on our sweet, but slightly polluted with LA smog, SOIL! YES!! I don't know how I didn't completely blow the surprise with my sheer elation, but somehow I didn't. I piled the kids in the truck, and off we went to LAX. Daddy called and told me that he was waiting as passenger pickup before I drove from the house- perfect timing!

...and wouldn't you know it? As we drove to the airport, Dani softly said "Daddy? Home?"

My response: "I don't knoooowwww....."

The kids saw him before I did. "DADDY!!!" they shreiked. I could not wait to give him a homecoming hug and kiss; but alas, I was driving and needed to steer the car away from crazy Wednesday night pickup traffic at the airport. I am pretty sure that there may have been other celebrities at the airport that night; but in our eyes, DADDY was the rockstar.

The three full days that Daddy was home went by in a total blur. He had to work one of them, but that was worth it. We were just so happy to have him home. Surprisingly, Will even seemed to have a positive reaction: he slept through the night for the FIRST TIME since Daddy left seven weeks ago. Seriously. Maybe he felt me relax a bit, allowing him to sleep more? I don't know.

We dropped Daddy off at LAX this morning. It wasn't fun. The kids had a rough day today, clearly missing his sweet presence again. I was asked before he arrived for this trip whether I would want to handle the fallout of the kids missing him again. My answer: ABSOLUTELY! The rough day is a worthy price to pay for three wonderful days as a family again.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

If You Can't Say Anything Nice...

...okay, so- this is a personal gripe of mine that a good friend happened to touch on yesterday. She was in a conversation with another stay-at-home (SAH) mom who found out that she (my friend) could no longer breastfeed her baby. Instead of listening and understanding my friend's reasons, the woman chided my friend and made her feel like a less-than-perfect mommy because her baby recieves formula, as opposed to breastmilk.
Really, fellow moms? Really?!
Motherhood is the hardest job in the world. Honestly. I have worked a fast-paced job for Congress in my "past" life; and seriously, the intensity level and 24-hour commitment to mommyhood FAR surpasses what I experienced in D.C. You tend to question and overanalyze every single little thing you do for and with your children from the moment they are born. You beat youself up for everything that you do that can or may somehow impact your children in the immediate and far future. We ask our spouses or partners, friends and parents for advice, always seeking to make sure that we can feel confident in our decisions.
You can't just send your child a memo explaining the day-to-day decisions that you make, like I could when I worked for Congress. It just doesn't work that way.
Motherhood is a sorority of sorts, with an initiation occurring at the moment of birth, when the baby is placed on your belly. When pregnant,you still feel the sense of responsibility; however, I specificially remember the feeling of overwhelming commitment to my babies once I could physically see, touch, and kiss them. We go to each other for affirmation and support; not judgment.
This blog is not about the importance of breastfeeding. Honestly, I would assume that most (if not everyone) agrees that "breast is best," and I would say that ninety percent of my friends have at least attempted to breastfeed their children for as long as they could. But, until you HAVE a baby or are IN a specific situation, you don't know how hard breastfeeding can be or how you can have complications, like mastitis. There are support networks; however, moms who do have problems can feel even more isolated (even WITH support from lactation consultants, etc.) when their probems go beyond the norms. I had a friend who literally went into postpartdom depression after she tried to breasfeed her baby for weeks with little success. She felt like she was a "lesser" mommy because she could not perform what was supposed to be a normal bodily and womanly function. She was even told that pumping was a less viable option because it reduced bonding time with her child.
I told her to find another consultant. Seriously. I have and do exclusively pump, and I can tell you, my kids and I have bonded just fine. Just THINKING about another mom telling me that my kids aren't as loved as theirs just because they breastfed from the boob makes me want to mentally shoot eye darts at them.
The same goes for any other "mommy" issue...unless it comes to safety. Then it's important to say something. Like if, at Stroller Strides, I notice a baby in its carrier that's not properly attached to the stroller. Then I have to say something because I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened. I look at that as a responsibility, and not an opinion.
Bottom line: Mommies, PLEASE support one another. Judgment and little comments can and really do affect each other. In a day where there is SO MUCH information "out there," it is super important to really listen to each other, and not just hear them and spit out your opinions without listening for the reasons of the other mommy. If you want to help them, LISTEN to them, and then THINK about how you would feel if you were in the other person's shoes. When it comes to "hot topic" issues, such as breastfeeding, please remember that EVERYONE has been inundated with information on the subject, and if someone has decided not to breastfeed, there may be a very viable reason for them to not have done so (in my friend's case, it was medical...seriously, she almost killed herself in attempting to breastfeed because she ended up with a massive infection...if anyone tried, it's her). Remember how it feels to have been judged as a mommy or parent, because everyone has been there.
No one is perfect. There are no perfect parents, because we are just human beings. We just have to support one another through these crazy things we call parenting and life, because you never know when you will be the one who will need the support.