2 Months

Time is seriously flying by with this little guy. At 2 months he weighs in at 13 lbs 3 oz.(79%), and 25.3 inches long (>97%). Here's what off the charts long looks like at two months old.

He is now sleeping 11 hours at night, and eating 8 oz a sitting, and smiling like crazy.

Thad was in Louisiana last week for a training conference he was in charge of, and since he likes to bring the kids a souvenir when he's gone, we now have these awesome Mardigras masks. I kind of want to hang them on their walls.

And since he was gone and I never get souvenirs I got myself a present. My chairs came in! Thad thinks they are weird, but I love them.

And since the chairs came in a couple of good sized boxes, we made a duplex fort that the kids enjoyed for several days. Until I threw them out. And then they were mad at me. Oh well.

Random Projects

I got the project bug again this last week and have been making changes all around the house. Sammy's room finally got painted, and panels made and hung. The paint looked a lot more gray and less blue on the swatch, but I still like it.

Andi's room got some new "art" that I found at pier one and hung. She actually squealed when she came home from school and saw those butterflies.

The downstairs bathroom walls and cabinets have been painted too. The best part is I did it all by myself. Usually I make Thad hang pictures and curtain rods and install cabinet hardware because it involves the drill and patience, which I don't have. But this time I did it. I measured and checked levels and blah blah, I did it!
I also found this loveliness at Pier one and a pair of them will be living in my dining room sitting area soon!

 Have I mentioned how much Peter loves his swing. Mostly he loves the mobile of fish that spin around above his head. He will watch them forever, always with his mouth wide open.

Andi and Sammy were playing quietly in her room the other day, which is a novel thing. Usually those two are ridiculously loud and semi destructive when they play together. Anyway, Sammy came out of the room looking like he was ready for mardi-gras or some sort of craziness. Thad kinda hates that I let him play with Andi's dress up stuff, but I think it's funny.

Sammy also had to learn a lesson this week. He hit Peter with a toy, again, and I was telling him to keep his toys out of Peter's face. He responded by sticking his tongue out at me and rolling his eyes, which earned him a flick on the mouth and more talking to. As he was walking away at the end of my rant he said, "I'm the boss now." Me:"No Sir, Mommy is the boss." Sam: "No, you flicked me and yell at me, now I'm the boss."  So apparently he was under the impression that we take turns being the boss and chastising each other. Poor kid does not understand why Mommy doesn't have to take turns with him.

This weekend we drove down to Rialto for my Grandpa's surprise 80th birthday party. It's 3 hours in the car both ways so I was a little nervous about the drive with Peter, but he was a champ. He did sleep a little more than usual that day, so he was up till 11 that night, but over all it was a successful first road trip with 3 kids. And the party was great. Lot's of family and Grandpa's friends, and more food than we knew what to do with. Don't act like I got any pictures of the event, even though my camera was in the bag. Lame!

Boys, ugh!

This week has been full of firsts for Andi, and me too as I'm learning how to deal with this crazy little girl who keeps trying to grow up. She's probably going to hate me later for writing about this but I can't help it, it needs to be documented. She came home Wednesday all smiles and energy and told me she wanted to tell me something but that I could not tell Daddy, because he would tease her. It's true, he would.

A-"A boy likes me!"

M- "Oh really? How do you know that?"

A-"Because he sat by me in the computer lab and he smiles at me every time he looks at me."

M-"So what do you mean by likes you? He wants to be your friend?"

A-" No Mom, it means he wants to marry me!"(giggling the whole time)

M- "I see. Did he tell you he wants to marry you?"

A- "No, he said he likes me."

M- "Oh, so he told you? what did you say?"

A-"I said Okay, I was a little shy." (still giggling)

And then she told me all about Matthew who has blue eyes, and blond hair that is spikey in the front, and is taller than her so she can wear high heels when she gets bigger. I gotta give the girl credit for thinking ahead on the height issue, but the giggling I don't know what to do with. I was not like that as a kid, I'm pretty sure I never giggled about anything, let alone boys. And to be honest I'm surprised it is starting this soon. Really?! 2nd grade and kids "like" each other already?! The next 14 years are gonna be rough.
On a sad note she also had he first run in with a rude kid on the bus. To this point in her home-schooled life she only hung out with kids from church and family friends who were all nice and she has known her whole life. She wore a cute pink hat to school yesterday, and when she took it off on the way home some boy told her that he hair was ugly. He was walking with her group of friends and told her that she couldn't walk with them with her hair like that. So she ran off crying and came home very upset. In my head I'm thinking, "You should have turned around and said, yeah, well your face is ugly. Or maybe grabbed a fist full of his hair and then told him his hair was ugly now too." But I knew that was not the best advice for mom to give the 6 year old. So instead I said, Andi, you know that's not true and he was just being mean, so you can either pretend you did not hear him and walk away, or you can say "hey rude boy, stop talking." But I did tell her that if it happened again she was not to run away and cry, she had to pretend it did not bother her. I don't know if that was the right thing to say, but again, I was totally different as a kid. Even if my feelings had been hurt I would never have let them see it. I would have said the rude things and walked off, so her crying really surprised me. She and I are both adjusting to this school thing and learning as we go. So today I'm a little anxious for her to come home and see how she handled things.

Birthdays, frogs, and sleep

I can't decide if time is creeping by or moving faster than I can keep up. It feels like school started a month ago, not two weeks, but at the same time I can hardly believe Peter is already 6 weeks old. Andi is loving school, in fact she wishes she could go on Saturday. I went to my very first back to school night this week and her teacher said she is doing well and making lot's of friends. She is trying really hard to remember names, which is not her strong suit,  and comes home with a new name for me everyday.  She also started back to dance this week and is going to learn a lot this year. Now to get her a piano teacher and get those lessons going as well. Story of the week: Andi burst through the door Thursday bright red, out of breath, and in tears. "Mom, the candy was melting, and I wanted to share it with Sam, so I ran all the way home, but it's still melting in my hand!"  She was close to hysterical until I told her that a minute in the freezer and the candy would be good as new. Aside from her panic attack about a little hershy's nugget I was so impressed with her for even wanting to share it with Sam and being so concerned about bringing it home to him to run all the way from the bus stop. Sometimes that girl really surprises me with her thoughtfulness.
Sammy is getting used to Andi being gone, and I think he's enjoying some one on one Mommy time. Well mostly one on one, Peter's pretty passive about what we do these days. I am enjoying being able to focus on him a little more. It's amazing what a different child he is when Andi is not around. He has no one to bug and fight with so he's just very mellow and cooperative and always ready to be my helper. We are still working on what is and is not acceptable to do with/to the baby. Friday night as a treat we let the kids stay up late and go on another frog hunt. They love doing this, and this time they carried a bucket around so they could count how many they caught.

The final count was 12. Then they dumped the bucket over as the frogs tried to escape caught them again.

Peter continues to be awesome. He slept from 9 pm to 6:30 am last night. Boo-ya. He is starting to enjoy the bath. Enjoy might be a strong word, but he no longer cries in the bath tub, which is a wonderful improvement. He also loves the swing and play mat and is getting close to holding that head up all by himself.

Thad turned 31 Friday, and though I wanted to have a real date night to celebrate, he doesn't want anyone but the Grandma's baby sitting Peter, and since neither of them were available, he settled for Oreo cake and presents at home. Kinda lame I know, but we are going to try for a real date Monday afternoon. I am so thankful for Thad and all his hard work both at his job and around the house. He took the kids and let me get a nap in last weekend, which was lovely.  But when I woke up I had all this energy and inspiration for house projects, and I'm pretty sure he likes it better when I'm tired and uninspired. But either way he's been checking things off the to-do list today and I love him for it.