The Magical Month is gone. The month that I have spent two pregnancies longing for...it's past until 2010. 2010? Is it even possible that such a year is approaching? When we look back on this decade, what are we going to call it? And the next decade, for that matter?
Curt has been speaking at our church's singles retreat this weekend. That would have been such a fun thing to join him at, but right now this is my part of the partnership. My mom was speaking in Colorado yesterday, but as soon as she got home she came straight over and spent the night with us. It was so nice to have the company and the help by the evening hours. The kids and I did pretty well yesterday, minus Jackson's first-ever bath tub poop incident and then another poop-escaping-the-pull-up incident in the game room. But overall, the day was not bad.
This morning Mom took Jackson to play at her house until rest time. So it's just us girls here at home.
Now, to honor the passing of the Magical Month into March, I feel compelled to share several things about each of my February babies. This would have been more appropriate yesterday, but I was nearly in a catatonic state by the time I could have done it. On the days I don't take naps, I get so tired by evening that I always wonder if I'm getting sick. No, you idiot! You're tired!
...Is eating us out of house and home. He cannot get enough food in his belly. All day long he asks me for "snacks," even 20 minutes after his last meal. Also, for breakfast this morning my mom let him have a cheese stick, cheetoes, and a bowl of Captain Crunch. I did not know about this until I woke up a little while later and saw the telltale orange crumbs on the table. I hope he enjoyed his break from toast because we'll be back to his regularly scheduled breakfast tomorrow.
...Discovered the joys of the old Tom and Jerry cartoons and quickly decided he would have nothing to do with Jack's Big Music Show, Yo Gabba Gabba, or Wow Wow Wubzy. All day long it was, "I wanna watch Tom and Jeeeerrrry!" It got a little out of hand. Once we told him he could only watch it if he pooped on the potty, that solved our problem.
...Never stops moving. Even if he's watching said cartoons, he stands in front of the TV and hops up and down.
...Lives to wrestle with his daddy. They use his old crib mattress as a wrestling mat. Let me tell you how much I love seeing that ratty old thing hanging out in the game room. The seams are now busted and it's leaking its innards. But he loves to "westle."
...Recently told his daddy that he wanted Jesus to come live in his stomach with race cars.
...Loves having his back tickled.
...Is sleeping longer stretches at night. There have been several nights recently when I've only gotten up with her once. PTL!
...So far, is a pretty easy baby. She's not really fussy and if she does fuss, it can usually be solved easily by feeding, changing, holding, or giving her a paci. Thank You, Lord! I have noticed that she gets fussy after I eat Chinese food. I think I have to give that up for a while. My local place delivers it to me within 15 minutes of my call and it's hot and good. Sad, sad, sad.
...Spits up immediately after I dress her. Every single time.
...Is becoming a little more coordinated. Her limbs no longer look like they're moving independently from one another.
...Has rolled over twice while laying next to me on the couch. It doesn't really count since it's not a hard, flat surface, but it sure was crazy to see!
...Likes to take her nap mat to Luby's. Eat a while, sleep a while, eat a while, sleep a while. She will have a snack, conk out, and then want to eat again 20 minutes later. If Curt's home, he'll help me wake her up by giving her kisses on the face. She hates his goatee and always makes the bitter beer face.
Goodbye, February. You've given me two wonderful, beautiful babies.
Welcome, March. I'd say "Spring is here!" but we both know it arrived on January 1. At least now I can officially not feel dumb wearing my flip flops.