You know, I actually say, "This is not negotiable" or "This is not up for debate" when it comes to things like carseats.
It's absolutely hiliarious to hear it coming out of a 2 year old's mouth later on.
I feel horrific today... I've got a horrible headache and I'm swollen up and looking horrible. Even my face is swollen now.
Yick. I'm also having some body-image issues, and a very difficult time reconciling what I see in the mirror with the *fact* that I am definately smaller than I was after either of my previous births. It's probably hormones, because everything makes me want to cry...
BooBah is finally starting to understand that Bella is a person. She's been giving nice, gentle kisses to Bella, and she's been talking quietly around her. I think that the extra loveloves are helping-- Mike and I are both making an effort to give BooBah extra loveloves, because she really seems to need them. We don't want her to be "out of the loop" as it were, or to become "the middle child." So today, she walked up to me, put her arms around my neck and gave me a nice hug.
Then she started talking, "Mommy loves you. Daddy loves you. BeanBean loves you." After a moment she stopped, looked at me and said, "BeanBean loves me
. Daddy loves me
And on and on-- it was so, so sweet!
I'm not sure how big she is, but BooBah seems to be growing in a big way. She's getting to be quite solid! She doesn't look at all "petite" anymore, very average-sized, and if she keeps growing at this clip she might end up positively large!
It's very impressive! I'll find out for sure how big she is on Friday, when she sees the nephrologist (what the hell was I thinking, making an appointment for the 7th of April when I was due on the 20th?!), but I'm guessing that she's at least 25 pounds. She's getting to be a tank!
I was looking at her and admiring the perfect toddler proportions of her babyness; right now she looks *exactly* the way that I think nearly-two-year-olds ought to look, instead of like a miniature 10-year-old, which is how BeanBean looked.
BizzyBug, my niece, was medium-sized at 18 months and nice and big by 2, so BooBah may follow in her footsteps.
It got cold here last night-- this morning there was actually snow on the ground. Freaking snow! It was 70 degrees last week! I had to take Bella with me to WIC this morning, and I couldn't find anything warm to put on her-- I have no super-tiny winter clothing at all, only typical small new baby winter clothing.
Crazy stuff. I ended up wrapping her in blankets and carrying her around in the fleece pouch (I'm so glad I bought that from you, Julie!), wearing clothing that was way, way too big for her super-mininess.
I know that I ought to go into the storage closet and dig through the winter clothing for the winter baby things (like those blanket bags you can put on teensy people) but I don't have the energy... I barely have the energy to do anything.
I keep forcing myself to do things and then passing out; the energy required to, say, use the bathroom, wash my pump & paraphanalia, warm some milk, get some water, feed Bella, pump, change my nursing pads and put the milk in the freezer is enough to wipe me out for the rest of the day... and of course, it's not something you can do once a day, you have to do it over and over and over again.
At any rate, tomorrow I will make my first attempt at leaving the house with all three kids-- Bella has her first WCC, BooBah needs to have her blood drawn before she sees the nephrologist and BeanBean needs a haircut so that I can (hopefully) snap some cute pictures of him and the girls Saturday at the IL's, and maybe come up with some that are cute enough to buy from Shutterfly, rather than foolishly trying to drag the five of us to a portrait studio which is so not going to happen.
My sister promised BeanBean that she'd take him to get his hair shaped up (this is apparently a thing for them to do together now.
) so he's looking forward to it just because he gets to spend time with his aunt. My other sister left for Australia the other day; she'll be gone for at least two months, so it's unlikely that the kids will be spending the night with their cousins terribly often because mom has a hard enough time watching the girls on her own. Then again, when he's there with the girls and mom, BeanBean is a pretty easy guy. He and BizzyBug occasionally butt heads because they're at such similar devlopmental stages and therefore enjoy the same toys and games, but neither is fabulous at taking turns... but other than that, they do very well together.
ChibiChibi asked me if, now that Bella is here, I would be taking her home soon.
Poor kid wants desperately for me to adopt her.
I'd love to bring her, I'm sure she'd be a great help, but with me feeling like crap on a stick right now, I don't think she'd have a very good time... she'd spend all of her energy playing in the backyard with BeanBean and keeping him out of Mike's hair while he does housework.
Bella really needs to grow quickly. I've decided that I loathe the fingerfeeder in the middle of the night more than the pain of her teensy weensy mouth latching on, so I actually put her to the breast last night rather than get out of bed. It hurt like hell, she's still not really big enough, but I put her on the left side so the milk was just flying out and I know she got plenty before she fell asleep from the work. That's the other issue with her nursing-- it's so much work for her that she gets tired long before she's full. I know this, because often when I put her to the breast she'll fall asleep, but when I change her pants (and thus wake her up) I'll give her the fingerfeeder and she'll take up to 60 cc of milk.