First, I promise the full story is forthcoming...I'm still just waiting for a few uninterrupted moments so that I can write it all down. Of course, as the mother of two I could be waiting quite awhile. Anyway...for now you get some recent observations:
- Ella hiccups. A lot! Like, all the time. Sometimes she hiccups so much that she gets ticked off and starts whining. It's kinda cute.
- Mary is now huge. Seriously. Since we got Ella, Mary has grown four feet and gained 40 lbs (or so it seemed). Kurt now calls her "horse." It cracks me up.
- Ella has seemed to loose that newborn look already! I can't believe my eyes, she's already filling out.
- Mary can now count to ten. But sometimes she just likes to say "one - two - three - CORNER!" (Perhaps we're disciplining too much??) :)
- Ella eats like a mad woman. When Mary was 1.5 weeks old we did the happy dance if she ate 1.5 ounces. On the other hand, we cut Ella off at 3 (Lord only knows how much she would eat if we let her!).
- Mary is still not thrilled with the new chick in town. She refuses to say her name (unless we bribe her) and she can be seen most often throwing fits, screaming, crying, or testing every limit I have. This morning she spit chewed up apples all over me. Evidently being a big sister was not on her agenda.
One final observation...
We're all ready to come home! Can't wait until everything clears and we can bring this little family home!
More later....
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
the short version
More to come...I promise! But here's the important news: we're now a family of four!!!
On Thursday, January 24 we got the call that our second child was about to be born! The birthmom that had chosen us to be the adoptive parents of her little one was in labor so we (quickly) packed up the mini van and headed out east to Maryland (where we'll be for the next few weeks).
The next day we got to meet our baby girl: Ella Rose!
Here's a few sneak peek pics - I plan on taking more today and then writing out all the details as well. For now, I think I need to go snuggle this little girlie and love her up!
On Thursday, January 24 we got the call that our second child was about to be born! The birthmom that had chosen us to be the adoptive parents of her little one was in labor so we (quickly) packed up the mini van and headed out east to Maryland (where we'll be for the next few weeks).
The next day we got to meet our baby girl: Ella Rose!
Here's a few sneak peek pics - I plan on taking more today and then writing out all the details as well. For now, I think I need to go snuggle this little girlie and love her up!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
not a fluke, afterall?
Potty in the potty chair again last night. This time Kurt got to see it happen. Is our little girl growing up? I think so!
And not a minute too soon, either. More on that later.
And not a minute too soon, either. More on that later.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
hello potty!
Yesterday morning Mary was eating candy by 7:30 am.
Yeah - that's right, I gave my 1.5 year old candy before the general public is even at work.
You see....I had to. I made a promise.
"Mary, if you go potty in the potty chair...momma will give you some candy"
And, lo and behold, she did!
We've seen no more potty since (well, we've seen pleanty --- it's just all in the diaper). Perhaps it was a fluke. But at 7:30 yesterday morning...you couldn't have found a more proud mom or a more satisfied little girl.
As a side note...we've just recently decided to try to get things going with the potty chair in our house. On Monday night, right before bath time, I tried to get Mary to "go." She was not interested at all so I thought maybe I would have her just hang out naked for a bit (only on the tile floor) and eventually I could get her to go. I was explaining my theory to Kurt (who thought I was nuts) when we heard Mary banging around in the bathroom.
"Come on out here Mary," I said
The little girl listened, and came out the door of the bathroom. Standing in the hallway.
Just joking, Kurt said, "yeah...Mary, don't be in the bathroom. Just pee on the floor"
And wouldn't you know it...right on cue, she did just that. All. over. the. floor.
At least she was listening, right?
Yeah - that's right, I gave my 1.5 year old candy before the general public is even at work.
You see....I had to. I made a promise.
"Mary, if you go potty in the potty chair...momma will give you some candy"
And, lo and behold, she did!
We've seen no more potty since (well, we've seen pleanty --- it's just all in the diaper). Perhaps it was a fluke. But at 7:30 yesterday morning...you couldn't have found a more proud mom or a more satisfied little girl.
As a side note...we've just recently decided to try to get things going with the potty chair in our house. On Monday night, right before bath time, I tried to get Mary to "go." She was not interested at all so I thought maybe I would have her just hang out naked for a bit (only on the tile floor) and eventually I could get her to go. I was explaining my theory to Kurt (who thought I was nuts) when we heard Mary banging around in the bathroom.
"Come on out here Mary," I said
The little girl listened, and came out the door of the bathroom. Standing in the hallway.
Just joking, Kurt said, "yeah...Mary, don't be in the bathroom. Just pee on the floor"
And wouldn't you know it...right on cue, she did just that. All. over. the. floor.
At least she was listening, right?
Her first date
This past weekend we had Kurt's work Christmas Party, which was an overnight at a Casino about an hour away (so fun!). Needless to say, we couldn't take Mary so we left her with my parents. Well as it happens, they were off to Green Bay for the weekend to visit my sister. So, both my parents, Mary, my oldest sister and her twin boys loaded up the mini-van and headed northeast on Friday night.
Not two hours after they left, my phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Yeah, it's mom. Just wanted to let you know that your daughter is officially on her first date."
HUH????
Evidently they buckled Clayton and Mary next to each other in the backseat. These two just adore each other and they figured (correctly so) that they could keep each other entertained during the looooooooong car ride. As added entertainment, I let them bring our new in-car DVD player so they could pop in a movie.
As it turns out, my parents turned around the find Clayton and Mary snuggled under a blanket together - HOLDING HANDS - and watching the movie. Her very first drive-in movie date! :) I guess the story only continued to get more funny as Clayton would occasionally do the yawn, strech, and put my arm around my girlfriend move that is soooo suave. And to top it off, when Clayton got tired he laid his head near Mary's lap where she instinctively rubbed it.
These two crack me up!
Not two hours after they left, my phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Yeah, it's mom. Just wanted to let you know that your daughter is officially on her first date."
HUH????
Evidently they buckled Clayton and Mary next to each other in the backseat. These two just adore each other and they figured (correctly so) that they could keep each other entertained during the looooooooong car ride. As added entertainment, I let them bring our new in-car DVD player so they could pop in a movie.
As it turns out, my parents turned around the find Clayton and Mary snuggled under a blanket together - HOLDING HANDS - and watching the movie. Her very first drive-in movie date! :) I guess the story only continued to get more funny as Clayton would occasionally do the yawn, strech, and put my arm around my girlfriend move that is soooo suave. And to top it off, when Clayton got tired he laid his head near Mary's lap where she instinctively rubbed it.
These two crack me up!
Friday, December 21, 2007
I (heart) the return line
I've noticed a pattern of behavior lately, particularly in my clothes shopping habbits.
You see, now that I have a full blown toddler (with opinions of her own and a loud mouth with which she can voice them) shopping for clothes has become....difficult.
Let's say I'm roaming the aisles of Target when lo-and-behold I fiind the perfect shirt. I love the shirt. I want the shirt. I need the shirt. Just for the record, the shirt is more than likely black (as that's basically all I wear!). :)
Well, at this point I have two choices:
1. Pick out two different sizes of the magical black shirt and go try them on the nearest dressing room so I can make an educated choice on weather or not the shirt needs to grace my wardrobe.
2. Hold the shirt up to my body (which, of course, is already cloaked in a bulky sweatshirt and a puffy coat) and (quickly) decide which one to throw in the cart before Little Miss Mary grows impatient with my decision making process.
Normally, I choose number 2. You see, I seriously fear getting her out of the cart to head into the dressing rooms. I just KNOW that the minute I take my clothes off, she'll escape under the door and go running into home electronics. I have this total mental image of me flailing through Target, wearing only my unmentionables, searching frantically for my giggling daughter.
And so it goes that I spend a great deal of my days in the return aisle...taking back this shirt or these jearns that were too big or too small.
All because my daughter CLEARLY wears the pants in this relationship.
You see, now that I have a full blown toddler (with opinions of her own and a loud mouth with which she can voice them) shopping for clothes has become....difficult.
Let's say I'm roaming the aisles of Target when lo-and-behold I fiind the perfect shirt. I love the shirt. I want the shirt. I need the shirt. Just for the record, the shirt is more than likely black (as that's basically all I wear!). :)
Well, at this point I have two choices:
1. Pick out two different sizes of the magical black shirt and go try them on the nearest dressing room so I can make an educated choice on weather or not the shirt needs to grace my wardrobe.
2. Hold the shirt up to my body (which, of course, is already cloaked in a bulky sweatshirt and a puffy coat) and (quickly) decide which one to throw in the cart before Little Miss Mary grows impatient with my decision making process.
Normally, I choose number 2. You see, I seriously fear getting her out of the cart to head into the dressing rooms. I just KNOW that the minute I take my clothes off, she'll escape under the door and go running into home electronics. I have this total mental image of me flailing through Target, wearing only my unmentionables, searching frantically for my giggling daughter.
And so it goes that I spend a great deal of my days in the return aisle...taking back this shirt or these jearns that were too big or too small.
All because my daughter CLEARLY wears the pants in this relationship.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Not just for grown-ups...anymore.
It's 7:oo AM
Mary is sitting in her high chair, being crabby. Sassy. Ugh.
I ask her, "Mary...what do you want? How can I help you???"
She looks at me, then bellers "I want some!!!"
"Some what?"
"PIZZA!"
How could I not laugh? Evidently cold pizza is the breakfast for champions in the kids market too! :)
And so my day begins....
Mary is sitting in her high chair, being crabby. Sassy. Ugh.
I ask her, "Mary...what do you want? How can I help you???"
She looks at me, then bellers "I want some!!!"
"Some what?"
"PIZZA!"
How could I not laugh? Evidently cold pizza is the breakfast for champions in the kids market too! :)
And so my day begins....
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