I took the little primate to the library today while the big boys were at school. Thank goodness for M&Ms, or I don't know how we would have made it out of there with all of our books. We had to abruptly exit the kiddie area because Cooper was horrified that a little 3 year-old wanted to play trains with him and began gathering all of the trains and shoving them in his coat. The 3 year-old's caregiver started talking sharing, and I just could not deal, so I led him to the front desk with M&Ms doled out one at a time. He learned a new word and now says geen (green).
Luckily it is an extremely browse-able library and always has interesting displays of themed books. Today I saw a shelf of women's memoirs and scooped up 3 on the fly, one of which I tore through during nap (Kelle Hampton's Bloom) and another that I'll finish before bedtime (Anne Enright's Making Babies). Otherwise, I don't think there are enough M&Ms in the world to pacify Cooper long enough for me to find current fiction.
On Wednesday, he and I spent a pleasant morning trolling Target and Carters before we had to pick up Jack at school, and I made the mistake of bribing him into his carseat (he is getting so tall, but the rec is rear-facing until 2, and sometimes it's hard to wedge him in there) by telling him he'd get a treat at Starbucks. He was adorable with his tiny coffee cup of milk and kept saying "cheers" (another word!) so we could press our matching cups together. Then he took off the lid and dunked his coffee cake and horrified the cashier with his thick milk and cake stained coat. I was grateful for his happy chattiness throughout the store and didn't care about the mess. But now, he expects-- demands-- a treat at every outing.
Not Jack. Jack will just eat hunks of snow. (Harry is eating his pre-school PB sandwich)
Had an OB appointment at 38 weeks and 5 days. I had to wait FOREVER in the waiting room and then FOREVER again in the exam room, and I forgot my book, but it was so nice to be alone for a little while.
I weight 10 pounds more than I have ever weighed in my life, and all of my maternity clothes are size small. I can only wear maternity dresses or regular dresses as tops over jeans, and some of them look like there's no way they could ever actually be dresses.
Ben made me swear I would not leave without a cervical check even though I told him that nothing is going on down there. And I was right. 1.5 cm and 20% effaced. I said "I've had 3 kids-- don't you think I am always about 1.5 cm dilated?" The doctor blushed.
Friday, March 08, 2013
Wednesday, March 06, 2013
Cooper the monkey is almost 18 months old
As his year-and-a-half birthday approaches on the 9th, I have been making a list of his words because the doctor will ask if he has 10 at least, and since we are not planning to take him to the doctor until we have the baby and have to go to a thousand check-ups in the first few weeks, I am sure these details will slip my mind when I have another special snowflake to focus on. (Speaking of, how is Cooper going to react to me holding and feeding a new baby? Ben thinks he will scream and break things. I am hoping for a gentler transition).
Things Cooper says at least some of the time:
Yeah
Dada
Mama
Cookie
Dunk
This (mainly in reference to his beloved pacifier)
No
Fish (goldfish crackers-- stay classy)
Juice (he has only had orange juice and only a couple of times-- we are not juice people, I SWEAR, but I have to include it because the kid doesn't have very many words)
Downstairs
Jack
Harry-- he HAS said this a few times, but it is not in his usual rotation
Toothpaste
Night night
Want this -- all one word
Need this-- all one word
I did it-- all one word
Ball
Up
He also roars when you ask him what a dinosaur says, and the other day, he was playing with a Fisher Price dog on his Little People house, and the dog was making some tortured animal sound-- not your traditional bark.
Oh! And the cutest thing ever-- he can say the baby's name.
Cooper is really the reason we are having another baby. Because he was such a good baby (which is a really dumbass reason). Because he is the most delectable toddler ever (although it was already too late to turn back before he became such a cute little monkey). But mainly because before Cooper, we had Harry and Not Harry. Adding a third TOTALLY DIFFERENT kid to the mix has been such a trip-- I want to see how another one turns out.
Edited to Add:
I forgot that he also says kiss and all done. Usually he screams ALL DONE THIS at meal times when we are too slow to wash him off and free him from his chair.
Tuesday, March 05, 2013
Snaps
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| A selfie Cooper took on my phone |
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| Our amuse-bouche at dinner the other night was carrot honey soup-- exactly like the picture of carrot stew looks in The Tawny Scrawny Lion |
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| I just think he's so cute in the snow |
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| Cooper loves blow outs |
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| Harry posed like this because he is insisting that I send this picture to Lego Club magazine |
Lucky, of course, and grateful for this pregnancy that has been uncomplicated and comfortable thus far (knock on wood).
Excited to see the baby who is grinding my bladder, kicking me below the ribs, and hiccuping a lot.
But also heavy and heart burny and sleepy and swollen.
An example: There is a huge grease stain on the stomach of my favorite striped tunic, and I am wearing it anyway because I am down to 2 pairs of really faded and burned out looking leggings and 3 pairs of skinny jeans that fit me, and I need tunics, damn it.
Friday, March 01, 2013
How can my weeks feel so busy when I rarely leave the house?
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| Some really primo parenting going on here |
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| I planned to take him to Cold Stone, but he wanted McDonalds instead. Whatev, |
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| Another fine nutritional moment (but way better for him than McD's and organic, natch) |
| Morning exercise |
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| Working to free a dinosaur trapped in the snow and ice. The rescue is still underway. |
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| I want all of the Pottery Barn Kids rag dolls. I think I am ordering another as soon as I publish this post. |
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| Really into mowing the snow. |
| Sleepy baby |
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| He ate one freaking M&M. Kid can make a MESS. |
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| Green eggs for Dr. Seuss's bDay. They remind me of boobs, |
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| Strawberry marshmallow Cat in the Hat hats |
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| All he did this morning was run across the driveway and try to leap over this wall of snow. He was so sweaty when we got to school. |
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| Tableau |
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| 37 weeks and 3 days |
Not only did I bring the kids, a stroller full of screaming Cooper (who freaked out because he didn't want to stop mowing the snow-- only 30 minutes after freaking out because he didn't want to go play in the snow and kicked off his boots on the walk, leading no fewer than 10 people to cluck that my baby had no boots-- NO SHIT, I did not scream), and all the Dr, Seuss treats for both classes I also had to bring cookies for a teacher lunch today. So, I had to go all the way inside school in my snow pants and stocking cap and unload all my shit and carry cookies to the teachers lounge, with my screaming, sock-footed baby. Good times. I wanted to throat punch a new teacher who said to a colleague, "But we're not even really celebrating Dr. Seuss's birthday this year. It's not even until tomorrow." Tomorrow, there will be green eggs and ham for breakfast.
100 Books: February Updates
I thought I read 14 books again this month, but I accidentally marked a John Irving book that I have not read as read on Good Reads, and I didn't realize it until today. Damn it. SO my total for the year so far is 27. I have 7 more at my fingertips for this week and next, so I hope to get March off to a running start, and Ben bought me a thriller by one of my favorite authors for my hospital bag-- can't wait!
13. Karin Slaughter, Criminal: Shlock. Bought it at Walgreens.
12. Molly Ringwald, When it Happens to You: Um.
11. Stephanie McAfee, Happily Ever Madder: Super cute-- probably should have read the first one first?
10. Marie Mongan, HypnoBirthing: The Mongan Method: SO INTERESTING, but I really don't believe it. I have breathed my way through 2 med-free births, and they had some pain, not going to lie.
9. Jane Green, Another Piece of my Heart: Schlock, but I read it in one night because it was so pleasant and engaging.
8. Susan Richards Shreve, You Are the Love of My Life: Kind of schlocky, but so engaging and more interesting characters than Green.
7. Megan Abott, Dare Me: A great, trashy read-- narrator has a creepy poetic voice
6. Cynthia Gabriel, Natural Hospital Births: The Best of Both Worlds: Terrific! Made me LOVE our wonderful hippie hospital. The author is a PhD medical anthropologist and a doula, so a really fascinating perspective.
5. Amy Willis-Franklin, The Lost Saints of Tennessee: BEAUTIFUL and really entertaining-- one of the best first novels I have read in a long time.
The last 4 are really hard to rank because they were all sensational, and they don't have much in common from genre to style.
4. Dave Eggers, A Hologram for the King: I never would have picked this up on my own, but I read it for a committee (best committee ever-- have 2 more awesome books to read this week for it) I am on at school. It's great and really engaging but still pretty smart.
3. Anne Lamott, Some Assembly Required: Lamott is great no matter what, and this book is about her son's first son's first year. It's a perfect book for a future MIL to read.
2. Jenifer Block, Pushed: The Painful Truth About Childbirth and Modern Maternity Care: HOLY SHITBALLS! This book was fantastic! Especially the discussion about whether or not births the way we want them (not the way hospital schedules dictate or the way absurd malpractice fears structure them) are part of reproductive rights and the scary shit about studies linking epidurals and Pitocin to SPD and ADHD.
1. Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail: Read this book right now. It's genius. Funny. Sad. Exciting. Total package. Best read of the month and second-best read of the year (Still love Russo, what can I say?)
13. Karin Slaughter, Criminal: Shlock. Bought it at Walgreens.
12. Molly Ringwald, When it Happens to You: Um.
11. Stephanie McAfee, Happily Ever Madder: Super cute-- probably should have read the first one first?
10. Marie Mongan, HypnoBirthing: The Mongan Method: SO INTERESTING, but I really don't believe it. I have breathed my way through 2 med-free births, and they had some pain, not going to lie.
9. Jane Green, Another Piece of my Heart: Schlock, but I read it in one night because it was so pleasant and engaging.
8. Susan Richards Shreve, You Are the Love of My Life: Kind of schlocky, but so engaging and more interesting characters than Green.
7. Megan Abott, Dare Me: A great, trashy read-- narrator has a creepy poetic voice
6. Cynthia Gabriel, Natural Hospital Births: The Best of Both Worlds: Terrific! Made me LOVE our wonderful hippie hospital. The author is a PhD medical anthropologist and a doula, so a really fascinating perspective.
5. Amy Willis-Franklin, The Lost Saints of Tennessee: BEAUTIFUL and really entertaining-- one of the best first novels I have read in a long time.
The last 4 are really hard to rank because they were all sensational, and they don't have much in common from genre to style.
4. Dave Eggers, A Hologram for the King: I never would have picked this up on my own, but I read it for a committee (best committee ever-- have 2 more awesome books to read this week for it) I am on at school. It's great and really engaging but still pretty smart.
3. Anne Lamott, Some Assembly Required: Lamott is great no matter what, and this book is about her son's first son's first year. It's a perfect book for a future MIL to read.
2. Jenifer Block, Pushed: The Painful Truth About Childbirth and Modern Maternity Care: HOLY SHITBALLS! This book was fantastic! Especially the discussion about whether or not births the way we want them (not the way hospital schedules dictate or the way absurd malpractice fears structure them) are part of reproductive rights and the scary shit about studies linking epidurals and Pitocin to SPD and ADHD.
1. Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail: Read this book right now. It's genius. Funny. Sad. Exciting. Total package. Best read of the month and second-best read of the year (Still love Russo, what can I say?)
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
ADHD?
About 6 weeks ago, I went to Harry's class to volunteer like I always do and his teacher greeted me with a list of behaviors she found questionable that Harry had been performing. I read the list-- making animal noises during silent work time, going to the bathroom every 10 minutes during work alone time, spitting, puling up his shirt, not respecting others' space bubbles-- and asked her if this was all from the current week.
"This," she told me, "All happened before 10:00 this morning."
At first, Ben and I were annoyed that the teacher waited to tell us until things got out of hand. At our conference just 2 months earlier, she said Harry sometimes has trouble sitting still and focusing but that he was meeting or exceeding all of his grade level expectations and had great relationships with his friends. 6 weeks later, though, he was having a hard time meeting grade level expectations for writers workshop, and she noticed that other kids were censoring his behavior more and more. She said the behavior had been building-- at first she thought he was excited about winter break and the holiday season. Then she thought maybe he was tweaking out about his sister's arrival. Finally, she decided to talk to us. I think she was hesitant because we are both so involved in the classroom, and she didn't want us to get defensive and stop coming-- which, of course, we considered.
It is important to note that Harry was never in trouble at school-- no trips to the office or anything like that. But he did sit next to the kid with a full time aid so he could chatter away to another adult, and he did spend some of his "silent" work time sitting at the teacher's desk.
Ben and I called our pediatrician's office, and we decided to have his teacher and his specials teachers fill out a Vanderbilt's questionnaire so we could discuss possible ADHD. This is not the first time a teacher has mentioned his inability to focus. At our bullshit billion dollar Reggio preschool, we (I) got really angry at the "teacher" who suggested we go to the doctor for a diagnosis because A. Reggio is bullshit, B. She has no degree in anything that I know of, let alone a medical one, and C. The kid was 4. In kindergarten, his teacher praised his energy and reading and math skills and said we should keep an eye on the focus issue, which he may or may not outgrow. She also said that while having friends was really important to Harry, he didn't always know how to act to maintain those relationships. Based on these reports and his first grade teacher's concern with his writing, we wanted to be proactive before he fell behind socially or academically.
Ben had his mind made up that Harry was textbook ADHD and should have meds ASAP. I was anti-meds and hopeful that our hippie doctor who doesn't even prescribe a damn antibiotic would back me up.
During our appointment, Harry bounced on the exam table and shredded the paper cover like he was a cat.
The doctor said Harry might in fact have ADHD. Or he might grow out of his attention/behavior issues. He also said it is not his practice to medicate a smart, happy kid so he can perform in the classroom. BUT, he also said that if we wanted a prescription, he would write it anytime, but he suggested we try behavioral interventions first. (This guy has known Harry since he was a few hours old-- we really do trust his judgement.)
So, that's what we have been doing.
Here's what we've changed:
Ourselves:
School:
I think he is a normal, rowdy six year-old boy, and I have to tell you that his sticker chart has been raising my mam bear hackles, especially since I go into that classroom every week and see all the other loud pain in the ass kids-- Harry is far from the only one blurting answers, getting out of his seat, and talking to his friends. Sometimes it seems like the reasons he didn't get a sticker are kind of silly--- like yesterday, he was talking too much and making noises during exercise time (they do exercises mid-afternoon because his teacher is too cold to take the class out for second recess. Um.). I kind of don't give a shit about that, you now? I don't want him to be so frustrated that he can't get a sticker in every category that he backslides on the work-- because, really, getting his work done in class is the most important thing.
I have also been concerned about this classroom from the beginning of the year because there is SO MUCH GOING ON-- one kid with a full time aid for learning disability, one kid with a full time aid for behavior problems, and at least 3 other kids who have aids and other classroom-based interventions throughout the day. On the one hand, this is great because there is an extremely low teacher:student ratio. On the other hand it is very distracting under the best of circumstances for the least distractable kid. His teacher is really great, though-- extremely skilled at adapting what she is doing to a variety of learning styles/levels, and she does this naturally and spontaneously, reacting really well and really quickly to feedback from students. Harry is also no longer sitting next to another adult all day (and he was never by himself or anything like that, but his table cluster included one of the kids with an aid I think in part because Harry needed another adult to give him direction), and he's not even the closest table cluster to the teacher's desk anymore, signs that he is making progress
There's no real ending to this post because we're still in the middle of everything, but I'll keep you posted. Get it-- posted?
"This," she told me, "All happened before 10:00 this morning."
At first, Ben and I were annoyed that the teacher waited to tell us until things got out of hand. At our conference just 2 months earlier, she said Harry sometimes has trouble sitting still and focusing but that he was meeting or exceeding all of his grade level expectations and had great relationships with his friends. 6 weeks later, though, he was having a hard time meeting grade level expectations for writers workshop, and she noticed that other kids were censoring his behavior more and more. She said the behavior had been building-- at first she thought he was excited about winter break and the holiday season. Then she thought maybe he was tweaking out about his sister's arrival. Finally, she decided to talk to us. I think she was hesitant because we are both so involved in the classroom, and she didn't want us to get defensive and stop coming-- which, of course, we considered.
It is important to note that Harry was never in trouble at school-- no trips to the office or anything like that. But he did sit next to the kid with a full time aid so he could chatter away to another adult, and he did spend some of his "silent" work time sitting at the teacher's desk.
Ben and I called our pediatrician's office, and we decided to have his teacher and his specials teachers fill out a Vanderbilt's questionnaire so we could discuss possible ADHD. This is not the first time a teacher has mentioned his inability to focus. At our bullshit billion dollar Reggio preschool, we (I) got really angry at the "teacher" who suggested we go to the doctor for a diagnosis because A. Reggio is bullshit, B. She has no degree in anything that I know of, let alone a medical one, and C. The kid was 4. In kindergarten, his teacher praised his energy and reading and math skills and said we should keep an eye on the focus issue, which he may or may not outgrow. She also said that while having friends was really important to Harry, he didn't always know how to act to maintain those relationships. Based on these reports and his first grade teacher's concern with his writing, we wanted to be proactive before he fell behind socially or academically.
Ben had his mind made up that Harry was textbook ADHD and should have meds ASAP. I was anti-meds and hopeful that our hippie doctor who doesn't even prescribe a damn antibiotic would back me up.
During our appointment, Harry bounced on the exam table and shredded the paper cover like he was a cat.
The doctor said Harry might in fact have ADHD. Or he might grow out of his attention/behavior issues. He also said it is not his practice to medicate a smart, happy kid so he can perform in the classroom. BUT, he also said that if we wanted a prescription, he would write it anytime, but he suggested we try behavioral interventions first. (This guy has known Harry since he was a few hours old-- we really do trust his judgement.)
So, that's what we have been doing.
Here's what we've changed:
Ourselves:
- We have tried not be be such assholes, and we have tried to only say no when we mean it, not just when saying no is easier for us.
- We have also stopped getting emotionally involved in tantrums-- we give him clear choices with consequences and let him decide and ignore ignore ignore hysteria.
School:
- During silent reading time, he reads to himself for 3 minutes and to the teacher for 2 minutes, instead of 5 minutes to himself-- this has been so helpful!
- We have talked about the importance of being in class instead of in the bathroom, and he has regular break times!
- He was getting distracted by drawing pictures in his writers workshop books and not finishing the stories. Now, he writes the story on a plain piece of lined paper and draws a picture if he has time. At night, he spends a few minutes editing his work and copying his story into a book which he also illustrates. At the suggestion of a friend who is also a first grade teacher, we found a bunch of graphic organizers on the internet and downloaded them. Every night, he fills one in for the next day's story, jotting down the main point and enough details for 5-7 sentences which he turns into a small moment story with a beginning, middle, and end during writers workshop. At first, he was taking the full 30 minutes in class to come up with barely 5 sentences. Now he has time to write his story, draw a picture, do a little editing, and talk to his friends. Sometimes, he even gets to make the actual book during his 30 minute writers workshop. (And it takes many kids in the class 2 workshop sessions to come up with 5-7 sentences, so he is not behind anymore as far as we can tell-- he always produces a complete story and edits it everyday between school time and home time). At night, he was taking 30 more minutes to do his book and the next day's map, but now, he can do the whole task in 15 minutes, and he is better at staying focused-- we don't have to sit right next to him and coach him the whole time, but he does need reminders to stay on track and add punctuation.
- His teacher keeps a sticker chart everyday. At first, it was just for doing his work, which he did EVERYDAY from the time she instituted the chart! And we bought him a toy for every 5 perfect charts in a row. Now, we have upped the ante, and she is also including categories for cleaning up, being good at snack, behaving appropriately at lunch, modeling good behavior during rug time, putting away his things efficiently in his locker. He has yet to get 5 in a row, but if he does, he'll get a new DS game. On days he misses a sticker (and he has only missed for acting like a jerk at lunch, being disruptive on the rug, etc-- never for work), he can't play with his DS after school.
- Homework right after school no matter what. He sort of hates this a little, but he is doing such a good job with the work! Also, I hate that a 6 y/o has homework, but I think we are moving toward him getting it done at school. I have also been on a baking binge lately, so hot and fresh snacks from the oven make homework time more fun.
- No more nagging him to eat breakfast. Instead, I give him half a peanut butter sandwich and a cup of whole milk before we leave for school, and I don't care how much he eats at his first breakfast-- much more pleasant w/o all the nagging and complaining.
- 30 minutes of exercise every morning before school. Bounce house in the basement. Dance party in the kitchen. Walk. Skateboard in the snow. Play in the backyard. This has been fun for everyone, and it has cut morning fighting (kid v kid and kid v adult) by 95%.
- When we get to school, we help him be primed for success. We talk about how much fun we had in the morning. We tell him how excited we are to read his story and ask him to remind us of the details. We make sure his gloves are inside his hat, his shoes are in the front mesh pocket of his backpack, and he is wearing his lunchbox like a messenger bag, so he can easily put his things in his locker and change out of his boots. These little steps have meant the most change, I think, especially the overall focus on harmony and physical exercise in the morning.
I think he is a normal, rowdy six year-old boy, and I have to tell you that his sticker chart has been raising my mam bear hackles, especially since I go into that classroom every week and see all the other loud pain in the ass kids-- Harry is far from the only one blurting answers, getting out of his seat, and talking to his friends. Sometimes it seems like the reasons he didn't get a sticker are kind of silly--- like yesterday, he was talking too much and making noises during exercise time (they do exercises mid-afternoon because his teacher is too cold to take the class out for second recess. Um.). I kind of don't give a shit about that, you now? I don't want him to be so frustrated that he can't get a sticker in every category that he backslides on the work-- because, really, getting his work done in class is the most important thing.
I have also been concerned about this classroom from the beginning of the year because there is SO MUCH GOING ON-- one kid with a full time aid for learning disability, one kid with a full time aid for behavior problems, and at least 3 other kids who have aids and other classroom-based interventions throughout the day. On the one hand, this is great because there is an extremely low teacher:student ratio. On the other hand it is very distracting under the best of circumstances for the least distractable kid. His teacher is really great, though-- extremely skilled at adapting what she is doing to a variety of learning styles/levels, and she does this naturally and spontaneously, reacting really well and really quickly to feedback from students. Harry is also no longer sitting next to another adult all day (and he was never by himself or anything like that, but his table cluster included one of the kids with an aid I think in part because Harry needed another adult to give him direction), and he's not even the closest table cluster to the teacher's desk anymore, signs that he is making progress
There's no real ending to this post because we're still in the middle of everything, but I'll keep you posted. Get it-- posted?
Monday, February 25, 2013
Life right now
Cooper has discovered his love of hide and go seek. He is a pretty good hider, sometimes, and a really bad seeker. If he has not found a hiding spot before I am done counting, he simply freezes wherever he is and tries to be unobtrusive.
He is also totally into writing in my pregnancy journal, which SCORE because I do not have a snowball's chance in hell of filling it up before the baby is born. I have already addressed this sorry state of affairs in the journal, assuring my unborn daughter that I will finish the journal after she is born and write to her about her first few weeks on this planet. Right? Because I will have WAY MORE TIME after baby #4 arrives, obvs. Also, Harry's class has to share family traditions during their unit on the olden days (further cementing in his little head, I am afraid, that Ben I grew up in the olden days). He was going to do his two holidays (Christmas and Hanukkah), but I pulled out the other 3 baby journals (my "Dear Baby" books I call them), and Harry flipped through trying to read my messy handwriting and delighting in the tiny footprints at the very end of each book (I always have the nurse do the newborn prints in that book as opposed to their actual baby books, but I am bringing #4's baby book, too, and hopefully her feet will be inky enough for 2 sets of prints). So now, he is going to bring my Dear Baby books instead. HOW SWEET IS THAT?? Also also, I reread the end of Cooper's with his twee footprints and the birth story I wrote hours after his birth, and according to me, I was 6.5 cm dilated at 11:30 and and ready to push at 12:15. And Cooper was born at 12:40. Holy shit-- no wonder that hurt.
Harry took this picture of fireman Cooper during our interminable teacher development day off school on Friday.
Ben made a delicious cake with whipped cream and pudding frosting. He liked it, too.
Harry wore this Halloween costume when he was 2.
Here we all are this morning. You know what this picture clearly needs? One more baby. Um.
Cooper totally has a future as Harry's roadie. Harry, by the way, also has a real guitar and is taking lessons. Beautiful music.
Jack was rocking out to the theme from Dinosaur Train
Yup. More kids.
Anticipating the arrival of a new family member makes me really want to hang on to our routines. I remember feeling this way before we had Cooper. The mundane gets poetic, and I am simultaneously anxious and nostalgic.
On days that Ben works, Cooper and I seldom get dressed before 2. We send the big boys off to school with a post-breakfast snack and 30 minutes of physical activity before drop off. Then we come back home, and he has a snack (he loves goldfish crackers-- calls them sish-- and hates Annie's Bunnies) while I have a huge cup of water and eat the ice cubes. We go downstairs, and he roams and plays with all of the toys while I do a little work or read a book and absentmindedly play with him. We vacuum up his snack and clean up the downstairs and put away the laundry right before it's time to get Jack, who comes home just in time for lunch. We have lunch, and then Jack gets to watch TV, and Cooper is thrilled to go down for his nap (seriously-- he wriggles like a puppy when he hears it's time for night night-- that kid loves a 3 hour midday siesta), and I work out while watching Baby Story and clean up lunch and get dressed and join Jack on the couch. I will miss these days, even though I know we'll find a new rhythm.
He is also totally into writing in my pregnancy journal, which SCORE because I do not have a snowball's chance in hell of filling it up before the baby is born. I have already addressed this sorry state of affairs in the journal, assuring my unborn daughter that I will finish the journal after she is born and write to her about her first few weeks on this planet. Right? Because I will have WAY MORE TIME after baby #4 arrives, obvs. Also, Harry's class has to share family traditions during their unit on the olden days (further cementing in his little head, I am afraid, that Ben I grew up in the olden days). He was going to do his two holidays (Christmas and Hanukkah), but I pulled out the other 3 baby journals (my "Dear Baby" books I call them), and Harry flipped through trying to read my messy handwriting and delighting in the tiny footprints at the very end of each book (I always have the nurse do the newborn prints in that book as opposed to their actual baby books, but I am bringing #4's baby book, too, and hopefully her feet will be inky enough for 2 sets of prints). So now, he is going to bring my Dear Baby books instead. HOW SWEET IS THAT?? Also also, I reread the end of Cooper's with his twee footprints and the birth story I wrote hours after his birth, and according to me, I was 6.5 cm dilated at 11:30 and and ready to push at 12:15. And Cooper was born at 12:40. Holy shit-- no wonder that hurt.
Harry took this picture of fireman Cooper during our interminable teacher development day off school on Friday.
Ben made a delicious cake with whipped cream and pudding frosting. He liked it, too.
Harry wore this Halloween costume when he was 2.
Here we all are this morning. You know what this picture clearly needs? One more baby. Um.
Cooper totally has a future as Harry's roadie. Harry, by the way, also has a real guitar and is taking lessons. Beautiful music.
Jack was rocking out to the theme from Dinosaur Train
Yup. More kids.
On days that Ben works, Cooper and I seldom get dressed before 2. We send the big boys off to school with a post-breakfast snack and 30 minutes of physical activity before drop off. Then we come back home, and he has a snack (he loves goldfish crackers-- calls them sish-- and hates Annie's Bunnies) while I have a huge cup of water and eat the ice cubes. We go downstairs, and he roams and plays with all of the toys while I do a little work or read a book and absentmindedly play with him. We vacuum up his snack and clean up the downstairs and put away the laundry right before it's time to get Jack, who comes home just in time for lunch. We have lunch, and then Jack gets to watch TV, and Cooper is thrilled to go down for his nap (seriously-- he wriggles like a puppy when he hears it's time for night night-- that kid loves a 3 hour midday siesta), and I work out while watching Baby Story and clean up lunch and get dressed and join Jack on the couch. I will miss these days, even though I know we'll find a new rhythm.
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