Monday, September 28, 2015
Last week we moved Millie out of our bedroom. She is the child to make it with us the longest (Claire moved out the month after she was born and Noah moved out at 6 months). Millie's not a great sleeper and we worried that she would wake up the other kids if she was sharing with one of them. There certainly isn't any space in our little house for her to have her own room. We also worried about her napping in a room where children were going to want to play. With Claire going to school, we realized that we would have an empty room during the day, and we decided that we didn't care if she woke Claire up in the middle of the night.
I have to say that I love not sharing a room. LOVE. IT. For the last year my room has been a complete disaster. The only time I have to do any cleaning is while Millie is sleeping, and she was sleeping in my room. It wasn't until she moved out that I realized that I also wasn't taking any time to get ready. Ever. I shower while she is napping, so I always found myself sneaking into my room to grab clean clothes or grabbing whatever was clean from a pile on my way out the door after I put her down.
I love not sharing a room. I love actually being able to talk to my husband at night, I love reading in my reading chair before bed, and I love taking time to find things to wear that actually coordinate.
I certainly love this girl; and I love her even more when she and I don't share a room.
Posted by Sallee at 5:37 PM
Friday, September 25, 2015
Two little things about life around here.
1) this little one thinks that it's cool to wake up at 5:30.
(She is also quite the Chinese food enthusiast)
2) if you come to my house, the bathroom will smell like pee. A small person who can only barely reach likes to pee standing up, and no wall is safe.
Posted by Sallee at 5:57 PM
Monday, February 9, 2015
Friday, November 14, 2014
Once upon this morning I went upstairs to feed the baby. Twenty minutes later Claire came up. She was totally naked. Noah was right on her heels splattered with paint.
Here is a transcript of the terrifying conversation we had.
Me: what were you guys doing?
Me: Where did you get the paint?
Claire: The paint box.
Me: (panic rising in my voice) Where did you get the brushes?
Claire: We didn't use brushes. We used our hands.
Me: how did you get clean?
Claire: We washed in the bathroom. Noah painted the door.
Posted by Sallee at 6:58 AM
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
It was a rough delivery and recovery but I almost feel back to myself. She was nearly 9 lbs and 21.5 inches long. She also felt like she needed to come out all at once (head, shoulders and torso all emerged on the same push).
We are adjusting to adding a third. It hasn't exactly been an easy transition, but no one has ever felt like Amelia wasn't part of our family. The kids LOVE her. Noah talks about his baby sister almost constantly and they fight over who gets to hold her. The hard adjustment has mostly been figuring out how to divide my time and attention and adjusting to the fact that I get almost no time to myself (I'm lucky to get 45 minutes the whole day long) but Amelia isn't the problem.
She is lovely and cooing (in between coughing and snorting. When you live with a 2-year old a cold in the first 3 weeks of life isn't uncommon and they doctor told me they typically last 2 weeks. Heaven help us) and she just started smiling. The big kids now have a whole new reason to fight: who makes Amelia smile more.
Welcome to the world baby A
Posted by Sallee at 12:04 PM