So we are having this... I dunno, I hesitate to call it an issue... this... situation... occurrence... happening... in our house right now. Its been going on for about a month or so. I guess it could be called an issue, since three times now it actually has been an issue... I posted awhile ago about the crazy scenes we come into when we check on Maizey at night - one leg out of her sleeper, two legs, one arm, her diaper half off and so on. Then she started actually taking her p.j's totally off. Then she started taking her diaper all the way off too. Now, she won't keep either her p.j's or her diaper on, any night or morning. We find it really cute and hilarious and I take a picture of my tiny little naked girl asleep in her bed cuddling Elmo and her blankets all the time. We just get her re-dressed before we go to bed, or as many times as we find her naked before we go to bed, and we almost always wake up to a mostly naked Missy. Its not a big deal that shes naked... I always envisioned a naked toddler. Its the messes that are a big deal. It doesn't always happen, in fact, it's quite rare for there to be a mess in her bed, but when there is... its not cool. And you know why? Because out of all the naked nights and mornings, shes only peed the bed twice. Its the other mess that's bad and not funny. Its gross. Three times, that's all. But all three times, its been only me home and me that has to clean it up. Not that it would be better if Brian were home to do the clean up, it needs to not happen at all... I'm just saying, it would be easier for me. I have heard (what I consider to be) horror stories of kids taking their diapers off and playing in it, so I guess it could be worse, but none the less, its gross.
A few weeks ago we started looking for ways to get her to stop doing it, but she's outsmarted us every time. At first, she couldn't get out of two piece p.j's, so she wore them every night... till she figured them out. Next we tried putting her sleepers on backwards - genius, right? Only for two nights. Then BAM, figured that out too. Then we tried taping the diaper on, since that's really the big deal. Again, two nights was all that lasted, now we find pieces of tape all over her bed, stuck to Elmo's head, the bars and her blankets. I know now that I don't need to go on that show Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader. I'm not even smarter than an eighteen month old.
I think stronger tape (i.e DUCT tape) is our next option. Besides getting her potty trained.
Any suggestions?
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Pregnancy Bump...In The Road
I don't always have the easiest time admitting it when things change. I am fully aware of my capabilities and limitations and of myself. I am honest about what I can do, want (or not) to do, and what I am still learning to do. I very rarely think I can't do something. When I am physically unable to do something, I first think about a way around it, then either continue or pass it off to Brian. Take shoveling the driveway right now, for example. The banks are too high on both sides for me to throw the snow over them (thank you short genes), or atleast even get it to the top. So with every shovel full, I get all that snow, plus what comes with it, back on the ground a few feet in front of me. I don't mind doing the shoveling at all, so I tried another way... shovel it all to the end of the driveway, onto the street and let the plow take it away. It sounded good in theory, but honestly, it's SO heavy and we aren't guaranteed that the plow is going to make it down our street. So, I handed all the shoveling duties off to Brian. He respectfully declined, and now our driveway hasn't been shoveled for the last three snows. Whatever, I was told a long time ago to choose my battles wisely. I am okay with knowing that I can't shovel right now... there are plenty more winters to come where I will do my fair share. That being said, I don't love admitting that I can't do it, and seeing that it needs to be done and knowing that I can't go do it.
Yesterday I met my first pregnancy related limitation. I didn't love learning this lesson, even a little bit. I have kept up my 5 day a week (usually) workout regime since I found out about Swarly. I admit I was nervous to do much, but once I saw it was fine, I was fine. So far I have maintained pretty much the same intensity I always did. I was feeling proud and strong. Then yesterday happened. Stacey wanted to do some squats. Jump squats. So we came up with this pyramid structure... she does one, I do one, she does two, I do two, etc etc, until 10, then come back down, she does nine, I do nine, she does eight, I do eight. We have done it before with push ups and it was awesome. I made it up to the 10... then I had to lay on the floor and let the sick feeling pass. I needed water and a break. After 55 squats. I can't remember the last time that happened.
It was a very rude awakening.
Yes, I stopped and let it pass. And no, I did not continue at the same intensity. But, I did feel ridiculous and weak. I had both Brian and Stacey assuring me I was neither of those things, so I was thankful for that. But it was still hard on my head, to have it happen. It's easy to see the physical changes going on - any random person can see it, its not as easy for my head to admit it. Or give in to it. I like being capable of anything I want, that's how I roll. So this? Not cool, okay?
I finished my work out yesterday and didn't cry (right now, I totally consider that a win). I will take it down a notch next workout. I will remember that my body is growing a baby, its not in training for a marathon (well a running marathon, anyways) and that that is hard work. I will be kind to it and appreciate that I am strong and capable and this doesn't mean I'm not. It just means that things are changing and I have to go with it.
Yesterday I met my first pregnancy related limitation. I didn't love learning this lesson, even a little bit. I have kept up my 5 day a week (usually) workout regime since I found out about Swarly. I admit I was nervous to do much, but once I saw it was fine, I was fine. So far I have maintained pretty much the same intensity I always did. I was feeling proud and strong. Then yesterday happened. Stacey wanted to do some squats. Jump squats. So we came up with this pyramid structure... she does one, I do one, she does two, I do two, etc etc, until 10, then come back down, she does nine, I do nine, she does eight, I do eight. We have done it before with push ups and it was awesome. I made it up to the 10... then I had to lay on the floor and let the sick feeling pass. I needed water and a break. After 55 squats. I can't remember the last time that happened.
It was a very rude awakening.
Yes, I stopped and let it pass. And no, I did not continue at the same intensity. But, I did feel ridiculous and weak. I had both Brian and Stacey assuring me I was neither of those things, so I was thankful for that. But it was still hard on my head, to have it happen. It's easy to see the physical changes going on - any random person can see it, its not as easy for my head to admit it. Or give in to it. I like being capable of anything I want, that's how I roll. So this? Not cool, okay?
I finished my work out yesterday and didn't cry (right now, I totally consider that a win). I will take it down a notch next workout. I will remember that my body is growing a baby, its not in training for a marathon (well a running marathon, anyways) and that that is hard work. I will be kind to it and appreciate that I am strong and capable and this doesn't mean I'm not. It just means that things are changing and I have to go with it.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Swarly
About 6-ish weeks ago I was sweeping the floors. It was a very very snowy day in January. I felt the need to open all the windows wide just to get some air and ease the crazy hot flash I was experiencing.
What the mother of crap is going on? Menopause? So young? Seriously? Oh my effing god, am I pregnant?? Yes, yes I am. I think. Am I? Let me do the math. For real? How did this happen? So, uh, Bri, I think I'm pregnant.
And that's pretty much how our conversations went for the next two days until I did, in fact confirm, that yes, I was (and am) pregnant!!! Those conversations have changed now to yayyy, I'm pregnant!! Bri, we're going to have another little baby, yayyy!
Our little family is about to become four. September 25th is our official due date... two years and one month between Maizey and this little one, who from here on in will be referred to as Swarly. No, that name is not in the running to be an actual name, its just a funny name that we got off of How I Met Your Mother. I had an ultrasound on February 18th that confirmed there is only one little Swarly in there, and that he/she was approximately 23mm long. We could see little arm and leg buds and a little flickering heart beat.
Now for the kicker. I am 11 weeks along. When I was pregnant with Maizey I diligently took monthly photos of my belly. The first 5 months of photos there was very little change in my belly size... just a big change in the rest of my body size. Believe me, it was not awesome to hear people say 'ohhh I couldn't even tell" when I was 6 months along and 20 pounds heavier. This time, I don't think that will happen. Here's why:
The left photo is Maizey in my belly at around (edited to say) 9 weeks. The right photo is Swarly at around (edited to say) 10.5 weeks. So I know its not that far along, despite me looking really far along... its alright with me, as long as it stays belly!!!
I loved being pregnant last time, although the hot summer almost killed me. I am looking forward to all of it again.
(and p.s. I don't need anyone to explain how this happened. I know how this happens... I just don't KNOW how this happened! if you know what I mean!!)
What the mother of crap is going on? Menopause? So young? Seriously? Oh my effing god, am I pregnant?? Yes, yes I am. I think. Am I? Let me do the math. For real? How did this happen? So, uh, Bri, I think I'm pregnant.
And that's pretty much how our conversations went for the next two days until I did, in fact confirm, that yes, I was (and am) pregnant!!! Those conversations have changed now to yayyy, I'm pregnant!! Bri, we're going to have another little baby, yayyy!
Our little family is about to become four. September 25th is our official due date... two years and one month between Maizey and this little one, who from here on in will be referred to as Swarly. No, that name is not in the running to be an actual name, its just a funny name that we got off of How I Met Your Mother. I had an ultrasound on February 18th that confirmed there is only one little Swarly in there, and that he/she was approximately 23mm long. We could see little arm and leg buds and a little flickering heart beat.
Now for the kicker. I am 11 weeks along. When I was pregnant with Maizey I diligently took monthly photos of my belly. The first 5 months of photos there was very little change in my belly size... just a big change in the rest of my body size. Believe me, it was not awesome to hear people say 'ohhh I couldn't even tell" when I was 6 months along and 20 pounds heavier. This time, I don't think that will happen. Here's why:
The left photo is Maizey in my belly at around (edited to say) 9 weeks. The right photo is Swarly at around (edited to say) 10.5 weeks. So I know its not that far along, despite me looking really far along... its alright with me, as long as it stays belly!!!
I loved being pregnant last time, although the hot summer almost killed me. I am looking forward to all of it again.
(and p.s. I don't need anyone to explain how this happened. I know how this happens... I just don't KNOW how this happened! if you know what I mean!!)
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