Sunday, August 21, 2022

Planning for planning

 It has gotten to the point, friends, where I have to sit down and PLAN to PLAN. Like, that is how divorced from the process I have become.

 I would blame summer, but I think this is part of the pandemic, working from home since my baby was literal DAYS OLD and having NO CHILDCARE EVER. I have just sort of gotten used to having life wash over me, and my whole existence has been reactive. BUT NO MORE!!

I think I have been waiting for Minnie to stop waking up at night, thinking that when I am sleeping all night, then I can wake up early and get my ish together before the rest of the fam wakes up. That’s a huge thing about me— I really need some time before the day begins to begin my own day. Maybe that’s working out first thing (although out of necessity I have found that I will exercise every single day, even if I can’t do it first thing. I want to exercise early, though.) More than that, I need time  every single day where I know I will have no child responsibilities to do work that requires deep thought. Any kind of creative work (not blogging—-that I can obviously do with interruption, hence the eleventy billion typos) fits in here, but so do the tough planning and admin tasks for my job. I can’t even really do work like that during nap because I never know exactly how much time I have to be baby-free. I also HATE to do this work at night. The admin takes are unpleasant after a long day but doable. Ditto grading papers, etc. But writing? Nope. Never happening after bedtime.

Anyway, listen: Minnie still wakes up once or twice to nurse and maybe also have a bottle and then goes right back to sleep. It’s like 1 or 2 15-minute wake ups, and I go right back to sleep afterwards. So on a bad night, I wake up for 30 minutes? Ok, that’s not excuse, right? Right. I need to set an early alarm and drag myself out of bed in the morning to at least schedule and send the most important emails of the day and maybe write. (Actually, I need to write. I can handle the first batch of email in the evening in front of the TV— not ideal, but not too terrible).

(Min is really not a self-soother: that’s when she twists her hair and yanks it out. It’s better if we just go in to her room and help her go back to sleep. Sometimes Ben can do this, but she calls for the person she wants on the monitor, and if she says “MOM,” then that’s what she means. If she wakes up between 5-6 am— 6 is the magic wake up time—I will go feed her real quick and put her back to bed. She is invariably angry about this, so Ben spends the next hour or so on her floor on a yoga mat encouraging her to go back to sleep. Sometimes she does until 7:30 or later. Sometimes he dozes, and she plays with the dolls in her crib until 6. I like this routine, though, because when we read Goodnight Moon, she says that the old lady whispering hush is Dada and the baby bunny is Ninnie).

My tentative plan for fall is to wake up before 6 and triage my day and exercise. If I can work up to also writing for 25 minutes in the morning, I will absolutely do this. I need to wade through the September waters and see how morning chores shake down, how late I can push my work out and still get myself and or kids out the door on time, etc. Something I learned in July when I did yoga every day, though, is that I have plenty of extra time for exercise, and finding this time throughout the day is easier than I like to pretend. So maybe it’s just writing I should be doing and the rest is an excuse not to write. 

Okay, so revised tentative plan is to check email, schedule send whatever needs to be addressed, and triage the next day in the evening after the little kids are in bed. Then I can start every morning with writing and then exercise.

I also need a plan for my WFH days with Minnie. I don’t want to be reacting to toddler whims all day long. She needs a really predictable schedule for activities. Like, we need to go outside at the same time every day, etc. I have tuned back in to Busy Toddler on Instagram and a going to work on planning 3 new home activities every week. Up first is painting. We are going to to a box mural in the back yard, paint ice cubes, and paint inside on big paper. I have big lans for making seasonal sensory bins, too, so I’ll keep you posted. My friend Meghan does an excellent job with home school preschool, so her blog is really useful here, too.

I just caught up on all the back episodes I have missed of The Girl Next Door podcast, and I adored the whole episode on time management. Something really useful for me was the idea of planning how to use nap time. I think I end up so exhausted from parenting by the time nap rolls around that I am more likely to do housework than work work that needs my mind. This is not the best use of my time, so I need to figure out how to plan housework in my parenting day. Any ideas for this one?

 It’s also tough because nap time is not time I can count on so I can’t really use it for focused, creative work. Sometimes laundry with an audiobook really does feel like the best use of my time. I am planning to be more intentional with this time, but I also want to make it easy for myself to transition to the no-nap life whenever Minnie gives it up. Still thinking about this chunk of the day, but, to be honest, I have never thought strategically about it before.

One HUGE thing I need to avoid is scheduling kid appointments on my work on campus  days. This is dumb. I mean, it didn’t used to be dumb in the early days of COVID when we really couldn’t take a baby anywhere, and I needed Ben to be home to make other things work. Now, though, I need to just suck it up and drag Minnie to the dentist, the ortho, the doc, etc, like I used to do with the other kids in Before Times. Unfortunately, I have already screwed up September and early October scheduling things on campus days. No more, friends! You heard it here first. I DO still need to figure out how to cram my own upkeep into my work days, but this should be the last year I feel the squeeze. Minnie will go to part-day preschool when she is 3, and the world will once again be my oyster.

So there you have it! My plan for fall semester planning. I will still use our shared Google calendar for activities, my Outlook calendar for work, and my neglected paper planner, of course. I just need to be gentle with myself on the reintroduction of this mindful approach to my day. By October 1, I want to have firmed up all of my routines. In semesters past, it has taken me through almost Thanksgiving to find a good rhythm, and we just do not have that luxury this year.

My darling time thief:



Friday, August 19, 2022

Back to school?

 In just a couple of hours, I have to take Dorothy and Cooper to school to drop off their supplies and meet their teachers, and what? How? ALREADY? I thought we had more tiiiiiiiiime!


Ben did the terrible job of actually sorting through the bins of leftover school supplies in our laundry room and front closet and buying what we didn’t have— for all 4 school-aged kids. All I had to do was take the above group to Costco to buy shareable snacks for 4th and 5th grade. Easy peasy.

I also made dinner:


Also, for $1.99, Minnie ate about 1/4 cup of ice cream and was quiet and happy the whole shopping trip. She was working so hard to hold her giant cup between her baby thighs (“No mama ceddy i-meam”), and she got maaaaybe a thimble full of soft serve on the tip of her spoon every time she managed to scrape a bite together. All around, it was a terrific shopping aid.


(We got churros post-shop when our pizza was ready)


Minnie used some of her birthday money from my mom to buy a Moana nightie


And yes, I did imagine we’d play with this slide outside, but so far it’s so great in her room that we’re leaving it. She was really cranky yesterday morning, and nothing was fun until I suggested that she see if her dolls wanted to slide. She spent 20 minutes before lunch happily shoving them down. Then she put them all down for nap.




Speaking of large baby toys in weird places:




Wednesday, August 17, 2022

Toddlers gonna toddle

This is a scary little picture, yes?
Minnie! Is all of the sudden so good at parks! She can climb and slide and she even pumps her fat little legs when she swings on big kid swings. SUCH a huge change from the beginning of the summer.
She’s so delightful
Even when she steals my pool accessories.
Another creepy little picture
We had such a fun morning—the park and then McDonalds— classic summer.
She just kills me.


 

Monday, August 15, 2022

Lunch Date

Sometimes it’s fun to just take some of your kids places. WE NEED TO REMEMBER THIS.

Although, I will say, my anxiety cut this lunch date short because Harry was at work, and Jack was isolating in Cooper’s room in the basement while Minnie napped. I realized as we were waiting for our tacos that if she woke up, no one would really be able to help her. Dorothy and Coop’s came out way before ours, so Ben got ours to go, and I took the kids for cupcakes. PERFECTION. Minnie slept for 20 more minutes after we got home.




School starts in 2 weeks, and I am fully in denial.

I have 4 days of TA orientation starting NEXT WEEK (WHAT?), and this is something I am also in complete denial about. HOW CAN SCHOOL BE STARTING?

We are going on vacation right after the kids start school and before I do— more about that later, but trust me when I tell you we are all relieved and also Cooper has already read all of his road trip books, which is both cute and annoying.

Onward and upward, friends— almost time to leave those lazy summer days behind.






 

Saturday, August 13, 2022

Happy birthday, darling Minnie

 How can she already be two? And also, how can she be anything but 2? She is the quintessential 2-year-old.

She is SUCH a good talker, and that’s something that always worries me after we had 2 late talkers who had early intervention therapy. She’s saying simple sentences and leaped from saying 2 words together to 3 and 4 and more. She could still use more verbs, but she has a lot of adjectives for a baby (heavy, light, tall, loud, quiet, plus all the colors— orange is my favorite because she says “ormee”). She knows all her letters and is starting to be able to tell us what letters words start with (thank you, Super Why). We are working on numbers 1-9, but so far she only knows 0, 1, 2 and 9– her favorite.

The other day at dinner on the Memorial Union Terrace, she said “Bee scare Ninnie.” She also surprised me on campus when she first saw the lake and screamed “Ducks on pond!” Of her terrifying Elmo birthday balloon, she said “Elmo balloon sceddy. Elmo balloon gone?” The other night, we got her a cup to catch the inevitable drips from her ice cream cone because she absolutely cannot eat it fast enough. We suggested that she use the cup (meaning she should put her ice cream in it), and she looked in the cup and said “Oh no! I-meam all gone!” She is huge into the MINE phase, and she calls everyone baby. When she wants to be carried she says “ceddy.” She still drinks a bottle (baba) and specifies if she wants pink or white. She tells us when her diaper is wet or dirty (and she says dirty or sticky when her hands are messy). For some reason, she doesn’t like 2-piece bathing suits but I always ask her if she wants to wear one just to hear her say “no keeny.”

She really loves Disney princesses— all of them, especially Anna and “Rella,” and she got a huge kick out of her birthday, which we celebrated early in advance of a travel day (HER FIRST VACATION).

She LOVES her bike from her grandparents

OMG that smile
She got a Mr. Potato Head from our sweet next door neighbors
This slide might be the highlight

She’s getting so good at opening gifts
Here she is seeing her birthday set up
Sesame Street blowers: huge hit
Cheers!
Dorothy was an excellent helper
Cutest cake!
Oh the concentration
MASSACRE
We love a good theme
Yay!
Random pics in random order




He actually felt crappy here and would test positive for COVID in just a few short hours

THESE SHOES
I tried to do a birthday thing, but she was not having it






So scary.
We are so lucky to have a Minnie.  She has been a delight since before she was even here.

I laughed her into the world, for goodness sake.

And let’s not forget the cutest little one-year-old.