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1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Since I have nothing exciting to share today, I thought I would recount the birth story of Gabe. Hopefully to be followed at a not-so-distant time in the future by the birth story of Nick. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Pigpen and I were married on October 30th, 2004. It was a beautiful ceremony at the main post church on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Ft.&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Meade&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I wore my mother’s wedding dress (altered to fit). I went with a fall color scheme of red, orange, and yellow. My friend Jen and Pigpen’s sister were my bridesmaids. They wore simple floor-length red dresses. The best man was Pigpen’s brother and his other attendant was my brother. I used fake flowers for the bouquets, and still have mine to this day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;We honeymooned for a week in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, it was beautiful and magical, and everything a honeymoon should be. I discovered I was pregnant three weeks later – which happened to be a few days after my 23rd birthday. Of course the timing couldn’t have been worse, even if we had agreed to a let’s see what happens approach to having a baby. So Gabe was definitely planned, I just wasn’t expecting him so soon. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;You see, in June I had reenlisted for three years with a two-year guaranteed assignment in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Colorado&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Pigpen and I had planned to do the time apart until he got out in January. We would have spent every holiday weekend available together and used our leave for additional time. We would have made it work. We had just sold our townhouse in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Maryland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; and I had scheduled the date for the movers to come pick up our stuff. We were about to sign a contract for a townhouse in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Colorado&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;And I was pregnant. That changed everything. I had no desire to be alone in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Colorado&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; AND pregnant. There was no guarantee that Pigpen would be able to make it in time for the birth, and then I would be dealing with a newborn mainly by myself. So we tried to get him an assignment out there, with little success. So instead I chose to leave the Army and stay in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Maryland&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigpen was so excited about the baby that he actually tried to plan me a surprise baby shower. His mom and sister drove up for it. His mom had made a diaper cake and planned games. Unfortunately all my friends sucked and none of them showed up (most of them missed my wedding too, hmmm…), although a couple friends of Pigpen’s came. It was very sweet and I really appreciated the thought and effort.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I then had to find a regular job, hopefully one in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, because that’s where Pigpen is from. Also, his mother has always been a stay-at-home mom and wanted to be the only one to watch the new baby. Which is how I ended up in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Northern Virginia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The military hospital I was using for my OB was in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bethesda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, which was about a 45-minute drive from our apartment. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I did not end up starting my new job until three weeks before I was due, which of course I made sure was known before I was hired. That was interesting. Here I am, 37 weeks pregnant and starting a new job. I stayed with my in-laws while Pigpen was up in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Maryland&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; cleaning up our apartment before our move to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;. We moved the week before Gabe was due and spent the weekend prior getting his room set up. I was so worried we wouldn’t have everything set up in time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The theme for his room was the Original Pooh and the furniture was purchased from J.C. Penney. My MIL made a number of items for his room, including a cover for his Boppy, extra sheets, and a diaper stacker. I can still picture his room in my mind. The mirrored doors that ran the length of one wall. The big window with his rocking chair sitting in front of it. His dresser and changing table were right next to each other, and his crib was right by the door. His bassinet was kept under the window in our bedroom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The ladies I worked with were very sweet and actually planned a baby shower for me on August 2nd, about a week before my August 6th due date.Unfortunately, my baby boy decided that he didn’t want to wait until the 6th and I started having contractions around 3:00 pm on the 1st. It was funny; all the ladies were so disappointed that there wouldn’t be cake. Also, Pigpen was currently at our company headquarters signing the paperwork for his new job. It wasn’t ideal, since it was a shift work job, which included nights and weekends. However, the pay was good, and well, he needed a job, since he had just been med boarded from the military.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;He had dropped me off at work that morning, so he raced over to my office to pick me up, and I insisted he go back and finish signing the paperwork, since that would be one less thing to worry about and the contractions had only just started. Afterwards we grabbed a bite to eat at Wendy’s. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I was up most of the night with the contractions, often pacing. I got to see what the mucus plug looks like (ewwww). I also called the hospital a couple times. Finally around 5 in the morning we drove to the hospital. There was an express exit near our apartment, which was open in the direction we needed to head. However, Pigpen was so worried about getting to the hospital in time that he was speeding, and of course we got pulled over. Luckily the officer was nice and let us go with a warning, since I was in labor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The contractions were super painful at this point and all I wanted was to be checked in and given drugs. I am not the natural type. Pain? No thank you. They examined me as soon as I got settled into a birthing room, and told me that I was already 9cm dilated, was I sure I wanted an epidural? I said, yes, of course, as long as there is time to give it to me. Thankfully there was, since Gabe was delivered about two hours later at 7:04 a.m. via forceps. Apparently he had gotten the cord caught around his neck halfway out, so they used forceps to pull him out. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;His arrival coincided with shift change, so his distress prompted my room to be filled with two shifts worth of doctors and nurses. My hoohaw was on display for everyone to see. Although I didn’t really care because my baby was in distress, and dammit I want to see my baby. Pigpen was not able to cut the cord because he was taken to be examined as soon as he was out to ensure he was all right. He weighed in at 6 lbs, 13.9 oz and was 19 inches long.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;All I wanted was my baby, and of course he needed to be fully examined. I was so anxious, I hadn’t had much experience with babies and suddenly my baby is here, and was he all right? It was much longer before I finally got to hold him. We tried breastfeeding, but that was a frustrating process. He got supplemented with formula a lot during our three-day stay. He also was taken to the NICU a few times to be examined since he was diagnosed with a heart murmur, which he still has. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Those first few weeks and months flew by so quickly. It took so long to heal from the delivery. I did not receive an episiotomy, and due to the method of delivery, I ended up with a third degree tare. I remember shortly after we came home from the hospital, maybe a day or two later, Pigpen forced me to take a walk. We only walked out of our apartment complex to the corner, and yet it was so painful. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The first few weeks were great, because he was on leave from the military, and hadn’t started his new job yet. So we were home together. It was after that, when I was still on maternity leave, and often alone with Gabe that things got harder. Or when Pigpen was working nights and weekends and I was working during the week. I was so tired and Gabe would often cry for hours on end and nothing I would do would get him to stop. In the evenings I would often call my MIL to come over to help me. Because I was alone. And desperate for him to stop crying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Breastfeeding didn’t work out very well for us. We didn’t bond well to begin with, and getting a latch was always difficult. So he was partially formula-fed pretty much from day one. Also, my job at the time, didn’t really have a place for me to pump while at work. I mean, there was a health office in the basement that had a couple rooms, but I worked on the fourth floor, on the opposite side of the building. So I only pumped once a day at lunch. Also, I had a Playtex pump, that didn’t seem to be powerful enough to get much milk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I continued nursing Gabe in the mornings before I dropped him off at my MIL’s and in the evenings before I he went to bed. I also managed to pump about three ounces at lunch. However, by six months he was officially uninterested, preferring a bottle or pacifier to suck on over me. He adored his pacifier from the moment the nurses first gave him one at the hospital. In his newborn picture his lips are pursed and his eyes are staring off to the side because we removed his pacifier right before the photo was taken and he’s staring at it, waiting to get it back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;We moved from our apartment to a townhouse a few months after Gabe was born. The months flew by so quickly with Gabe. I remember that he was a pumpkin for his first Halloween, at the advanced age of three months. We went over to my MIL's, while she gave out candy. I don't remember exactly when he learned to sit up or pull himself to standing, but I do remember that his first word was "ba" (ball). I remember that he loved to zoom around with a little push cart that assisted him with walking. His first step occurred on the August 6th, which was the Sunday after his first birthday party and I have it on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first birthday party was at my MIL's on August 5th. The theme was Curious George, because he loves monkeys. I made the carrot cake and frost recipe from What to Expect the First Year. The guest list was small, with only three children in attendence - my MIL's neighbor's grandchild who is a month and a half younger, my coworkers daughter, and his 2nd cousin. I made the mistake of trying to open gifts at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started gym classes at 13 months, and made some good friends in those classes, we still hang out with them to this day. I loved those early gym classes, with Pigpen and I both in the room with him. It's one of the things I regret we can't do for Nick. Gabe's first gym class was traumatic - he spent most of the time crying and clinging to Pigpen or me. However, the second went much better and he quickly grew to love going. Shortly after that we moved from the townhouse we were renting to an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 18 months, he figured out how to climb out of his crib, but not how to do it without falling. We choose to convert his crib to a toddler bed, which made bedtime so much more difficult, since he could now get out of bed to voice his complaints. Had I known about those cool mesh crib nets that you can put over top of cribs, I think I would have opted for that over the toddler bed, but hindsight is 20/20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His 2nd birthday party was at a moon bounce place, which we had discovered when we attended the birthday party of one of his friends from gym class. The theme was again Curious George. His cake was from Costco, although my MIL also made him a cake. We invited most of the children from his gym class, as well as his cousin. It was a great party. We did not open the gifts at the party, having learned by attending other parties, that it wasn't what people did at parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of fun things during his third year, despite me being all pregnant with Nick. We went to the National Zoo and the local petting zoo a couple of times. We also moved again, this time from an apartment to another townhouse. His 3rd birthday part was held at the Little Gym. During the previous year he had discovered Playhouse Disney, so the theme he choose was Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Again we chose to purchase his cake from Costco. His close friends attended, as well as the daughters of one of my coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started blogging a few months after his 3rd birthday, so most of the stories that come afterwards are held in this blog. I'm trying so hard to capture my memories, so that I have them in years to come. Many are very foggy already, and he's not even four. I don't want to forget. That's why I started blogging. That's why I'm working so hard to get a handle on our pictures. Because I always want to be able to remember.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-4908309484223074389?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/4908309484223074389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/06/birth-story-part-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4908309484223074389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4908309484223074389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/06/birth-story-part-1.html' title='Birth Story: Part 1'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-2211239588283644125</id><published>2009-06-12T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:50:44.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicknames'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pigpen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear infection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabe'/><title type='text'>I Was Warned</title><content type='html'>Today was Gabe's big show for his sports class. He did such a great job. It was adorable. There were six kids present today, and no suprise, they were all little boys. They had practiced an intro where they each came running in, walked across a balance beam, and then threw a Frisbee into a *donut*. Gabe did a really good job of listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the intro, they got a few minutes of free time while the instructors set up the stations. On the big red mat, they showed off their sports skills, and on the other side of the room they showed off their bar skills. Gabe was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skills they had practiced this session t-ball, hockey, and golf. First they threw a ball overhand, then they caught it underhand, then they hit it. Next they hit a ball into a net with a hockey stick. Finally they hit a golf ball under half a donut into a hole. On the other side, he did a bar routine which involved switching grips on the bar and a couple of different hangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he whole class was wonderful. He was adorable. He was so excited to have Pigpen and I there. It was very sweet. I really enjoyed watching his class, and I loved how excited he was. It made me so very happy. I adore him. My beautiful baby boy, he's almost 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabe finds Nick's eating habits very amusing. The other night we were eating Thai food (I made macaroni and cheese, PB&amp;amp;Js, and chopped strawberries for the boys). Nick was very interested in both the rice and the Pad Thai noodles. Gabe made the comment that "Nick's a little garbage disposal, he eats anything." I laughed. I'm sure it's something he's heard his grandma say, but it's still so cute to hear it coming from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight Pigpen and I had a date. We went after work to the &lt;a href="http://restontaste.wordpress.com/"&gt;Taste of Reston&lt;/a&gt; at the Reston Town Center. There was a ton of great food, plus a lot of cool things at the booths. I think I got four or five Frisbees for the boys. Also there was wine, good wine. And strawberries dipped in melted chocolate from the Melting Pot. It was wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked up and down, enjoying our food. Also, we went in a few of the stores to browse, which I always enjoy. We didn't buy anything at the town centre, but followed it up with a trip to Target. Where we most certainly did buy a few things, including some more t-shirts for the boys. I really have a thing for cute cheap t-shirts for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple weeks ago, Nick had a cold that kept lingering, so we took him to his pediatrician where he was diagnosed with an ear infection. We followed the course of antibiotics, but afterwards it still seemed like his ear was bothering him, but he's also getting a couple new teeth in, so we just figured that was the issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend he came down with another cold, and over the past week he has developed a rash all over his chest, also a few random splotches on his arms and legs. So after we picked up the boys from my MIL's this evening, we took Nick to our local urgent care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctor told us the rash wasn't anything to worry about, but we need to keep an eye on the splotches. If they develop white *heads*, he could have chicken pox. She also checked out his ears, and determined that he still had an ear infection. So we got a higher dosage of antibiotics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor baby, teething, an ear infection, and a rash. Plus both the boys were up past their bedtime. However, I am really glad we took him in. We know what to look for with his rash, and also can hopefully get rid of his ear infection this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I am not looking forward to the future contents of his diapers. At least I was warned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-2211239588283644125?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/2211239588283644125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-warned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/2211239588283644125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/2211239588283644125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-warned.html' title='I Was Warned'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-7312405909916712427</id><published>2009-06-11T09:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:39:37.799-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabe'/><title type='text'>Class Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I totally can’t get rid of this cold. It’s been a week and I don’t even feel marginally better. I am all sniffly and hacking and phlegmy. It’s awful. I’m also cold all the time. Unless I’m like directly in the sun. And then I’m not cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I suppose if I’m not feeling better by Monday, I might have to schedule a dreaded doctor’s appointment. I really hate scheduling a doctor’s appointment. That’s probably why my local urgent care has a better record on me than my doctor does. However, I also don’t want to still be sick when we go to the beach, and if I have an actual infection, I might want to get started on an antibiotic course sooner rather than later.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;:::&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night was Nick’s last gym class of the spring session. They practiced some of their big skills they’ve been working on, which related to rolls. First they did a forward roll on the balance beam. Then they did a forward roll down a wedge followed by a reverse roll over something they call a hot dog. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nick loves to do rolls and eagerly ran to be the first one to do both. However, that was his only desire to participate. While he does like the bells for the intro, he didn’t want to participate in the warm up. Nor did he want to have anything to do with the Air Track. Gabe, unfortunately, was very eager and dived on with little regard for all the small children, a few who still can’t walk. I felt bad for him when he had to be removed so that the babies could crawl around. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since we needed to have time for the certificates, balls and bubbles were combined, which Nick thought was the greatest thing ever. He couldn’t decide what he wanted to do. Chase bubbles? Play with balls? I’m so confused. Before the closing circle, the teacher gave out certificates for the children and had them each pose on a large block mat with their arms raised for “ta-da” for pictures.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I enjoy gym class, and miss the ability for Pigpen and I to both attend, like we did with Gabe. Next week starts summer session, which will be at the same time and with the same age group. Only with a different instructor. However, she is our favorite instructor, so that will be good. In the fall, Nick will move up a class and we will start going on Saturdays instead, since we feel that 6:15 on a weeknight is too late for class.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gabe will not be taking a gym class this summer. Instead he will be doing &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Vacation&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bible&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; at the church he attends with my MIL. In addition he will also do a three-day “camp” at the gym. He was signed up for his sports class at the gym originally, but ended up being the only child signed up for the time slot, so it got canceled. His usually time slot will be back in the fall. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;:::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We looked at a couple rental house on Tuesday, and while we realize they won’t be available when we’re ready to move, we were trying to get an idea of the size and features they had. We may not even move, but we are thinking about. Unfortunately neither house was in the boundaries for the elementary school we want Gabe to attend.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’re finding out that to get Gabe into this school gives us a surprisingly small selection of house to choose from. I suppose he doesn’t have to go to this school, but one of his friends is going to go there, and if we’re planning to stay in this community and will need to move into a house eventually, why not try to ensure he’s in the same school?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first house we looked at wasn’t bad, and would have been fine if it had either had a third bathroom upstairs or a finished basement. When we move into a house my MIL is moving in with us and we would like her to have her own bathroom. The master suite always has its own (at least in new homes around here) and so a bathroom for the boys and a separate bathroom for her is desirable. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The second house was beautiful, but a little more than we wanted to spend on a rental. And again, not in the boundaries for the elementary school. It had four bedrooms with 3 baths upstairs, plus a large finished basement with a bedroom and a bath. Also, I’m not so sure about taking care of a house that size. I realize that I won’t always be balancing work, parenting young children, and school, but I struggle to take care of our townhouse, even with it being cleaned every other week. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not sure what the right answer is. I don’t know if we should try to move into a rental house this summer or stay put and wait until next summer and maybe try to buy something. I just worry that we won’t be ready to buy next summer, which means Gabe will definitely be going to a different elementary school. And I don’t know if that really matters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-7312405909916712427?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/7312405909916712427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/06/class-act.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/7312405909916712427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/7312405909916712427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/06/class-act.html' title='Class Act'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-5826429641114560725</id><published>2009-06-08T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:56:16.404-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temper tantrums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D.C.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parent friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedtime stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cold Stone Creamery'/><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="preview"&gt; &lt;div style="display: block;" id="previewbody"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sniffle, snort, glrrck, hack, sniff. Excuse me, sorry. Seems I managed to come down with a bit of a cold this weekend. Between the sniffling and the coughing and the mucus and the sore throat I feel awful. Also, the chills and body aches in the evening. That’s an added bonus. And yet, I still made it to work today. I even came back after dropping my friend off at the airport. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Of course, I have like no vacation days, and am planning to take a beach trip at the end of the month, so I really didn’t have much choice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;:::&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;My weekend passed by way too quickly, as they usually do. I picked my friend up Thursday morning and dropped her off at my house so she could nap before returning to work for a little bit. I then took a few hours of leave and left early to grab lunch with Pigpen since we won’t have much time alone together this weekend. We had Red Robin, which involved a delicious salad. And lest you think I was being *good*, lunch also included a Rookie Magic shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked up the boys so I could go straight home and see my friend. As Pigpen remarked many times, we are very different. We always have been, and yet we were very good friends. It was so nice to see her. I’m so glad she came. We ordered pizza from Papa John’s and also picked up some sushi. I know, what a combination, but it was good. The boys just ate pizza. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;On Friday, we had breakfast at Bob Evans and then caught the metro from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vienna&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to D.C. It is amazing how long it can take to look through one museum, and we didn’t even see all of it. Our choice was the National Museum of American History, which is amazing. We spent the longest amount of time looking at the War exhibit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;We got downtown about 10:30. We didn’t pause until almost 1:00 when we finally decided it was time for lunch. Lunch was ridiculously overpriced and we split both a sandwich and a bag of chips. We finished up with the science exhibit. I was particularly entertained by the large display they had on the evolution of birth control pills and the controversies that surround them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Once we were done with the museum we stopped in one of the gift shops where I picked up a magnet and postcard of President Obama for Gabe. Then we went to look at the Washington and Lincoln monuments. It took us two hours to get from the museum, see both monuments, and get back to the metro. The &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lincoln&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; monument is very cool, and I managed to get a completely clear shot of the entire statue. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The only thing that sucked about our day downtown was the rain. It wasn’t really raining hard, so it didn’t hinder our sight-seeing, but the drizzle was annoying. However, it did limit the amount of tourists that were outside. Unfortunately a number of schools decided it was a great day for a field trip, so the museum was very crowded.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;::: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;After the museums we came home and I helped get the boys fed and ready for bed. Pigpen picked up Ruby Tuesday’s for dinner. The book I ordered and wanted to read Gabe is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Giving-Tree-40th-Anniversary-Book/dp/0060586753/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1244568721&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Giving Tree&lt;/a&gt;. It surprised me that we didn’t already have a copy, but it has now become Gabe’s favorite story. I’ve read it every night since he first heard it on Thursday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;After the boys were in bed, we went driving while Pigpen stayed home to be with the boys and do homework. I showed her a bunch of the neighborhoods in the area while we talked. Before we came home we stopped and got some ice cream from Cold Stone Creamery. I made the mistake of trying their new butterscotch pudding flavor, and I thought it was way too sweet. I think I’ll stick to their basic flavors next time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;:::&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Saturday morning Pigpen had to go into work for an hour so we went to the playground for a little bit, and then the mall for a little shopping. I ended up with a really cute &lt;a href="http://oldnavy.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=14295&amp;amp;vid=1&amp;amp;pid=634315&amp;amp;scid=634315102"&gt;polo&lt;/a&gt; in dark blue with a dragon fly graphic from Old Navy. My friend picked up a skirt from H&amp;amp;M. As a reward for being so good while we shopped, we took the boys on the Merry-Go-Round (yes, the Dulles Town Centre has both a Merry-Go-Round and a train with a *conductor* that drives around the mall). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;They both had a good time. Nick loved riding the horse as it went up and down. Gabe really wanted to ride in the *cup* that you can turn in circles, but I there were older kids already in the cup and I didn’t want us to be separated. He still enjoyed riding the horse.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;After the mall we met Pigpen for lunch at Moby Dick’s, which is an awesome Mediterranean restaurant. The flat bread with their cucumber yogurt sauce is excellent and all their meat is so tender. Also rice, lots of rice. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;In the afternoon we went to our community’s carnival. This is the third year that we’ve gone. They’ve upgraded since the first year I went. They now accept credit cards and have an ATM at in the carnival. That’s nice since it was a pain to show up without cash (okay, I should have known better, but I spaced) and have to go someplace else to get some so that Gabe could have a snack and go on some rides. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Gabe has had a great time every year. We met up with our friends about hour after we got there. Gabe had already gone on a few rides, as well as the moon bounces (we got him the unlimited ride bracelet). Once they arrived the three kids (Gabe and their two girls) stopped at a few of the child-friendly booths, went on a few more rides, and then we went to get snacks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Originally Gabe’s last soccer practice was supposed to be today, but it had rained so much the last few days that the fields were really muddy, so they cancelled all practices despite the warm weather we had on Saturday. His last practice will now be next Saturday. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;After we were finished with the carnival we went to Bertucci’s for dinner, which was very good. In addition to the typical kid’s menus with color crayons, they also have real dough for the kids to play with that can be made into shapes and then baked. Gabe thought that was really cool, and was more than happy to eat the results. Bread usually goes over well. Nick, as usual, wanted to try everything. He particularly liked the rigatoni noodles because they were round and hollow so he could stick them on his fingers. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;:::&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;On Sunday we went to see Up with our friends rather than go to the Aquarium. Just like with Monsters Vs. Aliens, I missed the end of the movie because Nick was too restless. Instead I spent that time following Nick as he walked up and down the hallway. Pigpen took him out for about 10-15 during the first part of the movie and then I spent the rest of the time trying to entertain him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;What I did see of the movie I enjoyed a lot. Although, I agree with all the comments I’ve heard that it really wasn’t appropriate for the preschool set. This is, of course, the ages of the children that we had in attendance (14 mo, 2.5 years, 3.5 years, 4). It was a beautiful movie, and wonderful in 3D, but the themes were very adult, and some of the scenes were a little scary for small children. It was not nearly as delightful as WALL-E. Next summer we will get Toy Story 3, which I think will be a great movie watching experience. The kids will be older and it’s a movie about toys. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;:::&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;After the movie Pigpen and I took Gabe and Nick for a drive so that Nick could sleep and Gabe could hopefully calm down after the high he’s been on all weekend. It also involved a stop at the grocery store. Nick did sleep, and stayed asleep the whole time, unfortunately, Gabe did not spend the time chilling, and instead chose to have a major freaking tantrum. OMG, it was the tantrum that would not end! It lasted like three hours! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Finally he calmed after a bath, and then ate dinner in his PJs. He was agreeable for stories and went to sleep relatively easily. I’m sure he was exhausted. Between having a guest, the carnival, the movie, and the tantrum, I’m sure he was worn out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Once the boys were in bed we played Scattergories, which is a favorite game of mine. So easy to play, yet entertaining. Perhaps I’m just easily entertained. Then again, I am a parent, I find amusement in the antics of small children. I had tea (with honey and whiskey) and a blueberry muffin filled with cream cheese as a snack… so tasty. Pastries stuffed with cream cheese, so good. A particular favorite is the pumpkin ones that Starbucks has in the fall and winter… mmmmm (and you wonder why I have a hard time sticking to a diet). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;:::&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I had a great time with my friend this weekend and was sad to see her leave. It was nice having someone who new me in high school and still liked me. I just worried that she didn’t have a good time. Other than Friday we really didn’t get a chance to just hang out and talk with out the boys. Like we used to. We used to spend hours driving around just talking about nothing. And everything. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Our lives are very different these days. Not that we were ever that similar. It just seems more glaring now that we’ve become adults. Now that our differences have shown up in our life paths. Still, I really enjoyed her company. I’ve missed having friends. I’ve missed having her as a friend. It’s been almost nine years, really. I saw her briefly on one trip home while in the military, but that was it since we graduated.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I hope we can stay in touch. I wish the time difference didn’t make things so difficult. Trying to find time to connect on the phone is challenging. Three hours can make a huge difference. Still, there is e-mail… even if it’s not the same.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-5826429641114560725?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/5826429641114560725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/06/whirlwind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/5826429641114560725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/5826429641114560725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/06/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-5134967801030956870</id><published>2009-06-02T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:46:11.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbecue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parent friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insecurities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabe'/><title type='text'>Young at Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes I think that I must be the only women my age with small children. Because the parents of all my friends are much older than me, heck they’re older than Pigpen too, who has five years on me as it is. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It seems that everybody I know that has children around the same ages as mine is at least in their mid-thirties, in some cases their late thirties. I guess they established their careers first, or something. It just makes me feel so young. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like this weekend we went to a barbecue at a friend’s house. They have a daughter who just turned four and another daughter who will be three in October. They graduated college before I even started high school. I mean, what do I even have to talk to them about besides our children? I’m a product of the eighties, and for them those are their teen years. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not like I don’t have a decent career, even with two children. I make a decent salary and so does Pigpen. Yes, I haven’t finished my degree yet, but I’m working on it. And sometimes it really sucks. Small children, plus work, plus school, doesn’t leave much time for anything else. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just feel really young. I *know* there are women my age with small children. My SIL is the same age, although she is just now pregnant with her first. And two of my good friends from high school have or are about to have children. It’s just no one I hang out with is my age. It’s a little lonely sometimes. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s also hard to remember at times, that we are much younger than some of our parent friends and that we didn’t spend years as DINKs (dual-income, no kids). We got married and had a baby a little more than nine months later. I was 23 for goodness sake! Much too young to have a baby, yet there he was. So we don’t have as much disposable income. We haven’t bought a house yet. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;:::&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the end of the month we’re going to go on our first vacation with children. We’re planning to spend four glorious days in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Ocean&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It will also be our first vacation with friends. I’m a little nervous. They keep much different hours than we do (their children sleep until eight or nine, can you imagine?). They also are able to afford a lot more than we are, so I’m also worried that they won’t like the hotel we’re staying in. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I mean a party or a barbecue is one thing, but a whole beach weekend? Yikes! Very nervous. And yours truly is not the best conversationalist. I get so shy and tongue-tied and second guess everything I say. The running commentary in my head usually includes classic lines such as “OMG, that was so stupid,” “Idiot”, and “I can’t believe you just said that.” Good times. Such a supportive self-monologue I’ve got going there. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;:::&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In other news, my best friend from high school is coming to visit me this weekend. Not only is she visiting, but she’s also staying in what passes for a guest room in our townhouse. There’s a twin bed, that’s fairly comfortable. And there will be sheets. Also a half bath. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unfortunately the room also has our broken computer (which sometimes works), that sits on a beautiful Pottery Barn desk, the only piece of Pottery Barn furniture that we own. My treadmill is stored there. As well as all our movies, and assorted other items that we wanted out of the rest of the house, but haven’t done anything else with. I have two nights to attempt to tidy it up a bit.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm really looking forward to her visit. It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other. I really hope she has a good time. I mean, she doesn’t have kids, so I hope a whole weekend around them doesn’t drive her nuts. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Friday, I’m taking the day off work and we’re going to go down to DC and look around, mainly at the museums. Saturday is Gabe’s last soccer practice, so there’s that, and then we’re going to go see Up in 3D. There might even be ice cream afterwards. On Sunday, I believe the plan is to drive up to the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Inner&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Harbor&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and go to the Aquarium. A fun, action-packed weekend. I’m going to be exhausted by Monday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-5134967801030956870?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/5134967801030956870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/06/young-at-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/5134967801030956870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/5134967801030956870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/06/young-at-heart.html' title='Young at Heart'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-1316801715695684135</id><published>2009-05-29T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:44:45.445-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jillian michaels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedtime stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabe'/><title type='text'>Private Benjamin</title><content type='html'>When I left work yesterday, it was so humid. The air was so thick you could feel the moisture as you breathed it in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Virginia in the summer (okay, almost summer). Hot and humid. The only place I've spent time in that was worse was South Carolina. And I apologize to anybody who lives in SC and loves it, but dang, that place gets freaking hot and humid in the summer. And don't get me started on the d@mn fire ants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I could be a little bit biased against SC. I mean I am from Seattle, and up until the point when I was shipped off to Basic Training at Fort Jackson I had never left the West Coast, with the exception of a trip to Alberta, Canada when I was 13. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, Cookie in the Army, pretty funny. I imagine that was a pretty amusing thing to watch. I mean I wore BDUs. And I marched. And I shot a rifle. Just picture Private Benjamin and you might be close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Any way a Seattlite in South Carolina in the summer is not a good combination. Especially when it did not involve anything resembling a beach, unless you count the sand pits, which I definately do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another &lt;strike&gt;shameless Amazon plug&lt;/strike&gt;, I mean children's book recommendation. Last night one of the stories I read the boys was &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-So-Choice-Awards-Recipient/dp/0975352881/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1243623439&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love You So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Marianne Richmond, which is a delightful story explaining to a child how much is so much love, and that a parent's love is unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much is 'so'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WAY, WAY MORE than you know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artwork is lovely and the prose is beautiful. Gabe loves to ask questions about all the pictures and what it means for Mommies and Daddies to love their children no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I actually feel almost well-rested. Nick slept through the night. Of course, that means he slept from 7:30 to 5:00, but hey that works for me. I'm ecstatic! I guess this means his cold is completely gone. So yay! Antibiotics rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I did my No More Trouble Zones video again. I love how much stronger I feel when I'm finished with it, even though I hate it while I'm doing it. I always feel so much better after I've completed a workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to be consistent with exercising even though it's difficult sometimes with work, school, the boys, and Pigpen. This is something that's important to me and good for my health. There is always something else I could be doing instead of exercising, but I have to make the time. I have to believe that I'm worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have a hard time believing that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-1316801715695684135?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/1316801715695684135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/06/private-benjamin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/1316801715695684135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/1316801715695684135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/06/private-benjamin.html' title='Private Benjamin'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-4763528867631932123</id><published>2009-05-27T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:21:50.193-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picky eater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jillian michaels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedtime stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vocabulary'/><title type='text'>Someday</title><content type='html'>So Nick's new favorite word is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nack&lt;/span&gt;" followed by pointing at himself - indicating that he wants a snack. Of course, he means he wants a specific snack, and actually means that he wants fruit loops. He did that this morning when I was downstairs making my coffee, and of course I complied. I was rewarded with a giant grin when the requested "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nack&lt;/span&gt;" appeared on the little red chair (there's no point in putting it in a bowl, he would just proceed to dump it everywhere).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a very unsuccessful food night. Nick, who normally is an excellent eater, wasn't interested in eating anything that wasn't a a Fruit Loop. And Gabe, despite requesting a Voila! Meal (we like the &lt;a href="http://www.voilawednesdays.com/varieties/garlicChicken.aspx"&gt;Garlic Chicken&lt;/a&gt;) refused to eat most of it. He doesn't eat vegetables, although we keep trying. Tonight we asked him to eat one little sliced carrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would have thought we were trying to poison him the way he reacted! He spent almost 15 minutes in a meltdown over eating one lousy carrot. Then he refused to eat some of the curly noodles because they had little bits of broccoli on them. Finally the chicken, which he had claimed he would eat, resulted in another tantrum. He spent so long having tantrums that he lost out on the chance to watch a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DVR'd&lt;/span&gt; TV show before it was time to get ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned before, I love story time with the boys. Last night I read a Bob the Builder story, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Night, Grover&lt;/span&gt;. If you have never ready &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Someday-Alison-McGhee/dp/1416928111/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1243435847&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Someday&lt;/a&gt; before, I highly recommend it. It's guaranteed to make me tear up every time I read it, despite being about a little girl. The story is basically a mother talking to her little girl, and some of the things she will experience as she grows up. Here are a couple of the lines from the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day I counted your fingers and kissed each one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someday your eyes will be filled with a joy so deep that they shine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is written by Alison &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McGhee&lt;/span&gt;, who also writes the charming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Little-Boy-Alison-McGhee/dp/141695872X/ref=pd_sim_b_2"&gt;Little Boy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the boys went to bed last night, I worked out for the second night in a row. Go me! Last night I did Jillian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Michaels&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jillian-Michaels-More-Trouble-Zones/dp/B001NFNFMQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1243436840&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;No More Trouble Zones&lt;/a&gt; and I was sweating like crazy by the end of it. My legs are quite sore this morning. I love Jillian's videos. I think she's a great trainer, and I would jump at the opportunity to have a personal training session with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to finish losing weight by this summer so I actually look decent in a swimsuit. We're planning a beach trip at the end of June and I hope to make good progress by then. My goal is to work out every night, even if it is just a long walk or a yoga video. I'm not sure how successful I will be, especially since I do have school to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-4763528867631932123?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/4763528867631932123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/05/someday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4763528867631932123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4763528867631932123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/05/someday.html' title='Someday'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-3859109528893473321</id><published>2009-05-26T09:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:15:11.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;We decided to return from the country yesterday afternoon, rather than today like originally planned. Mainly because of homework. I was having trouble concentrating and Pigpen's computer decided to stop working. So was came back early, although Gabe stayed up there with my MIL. She dropped him off a couple hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We had a nice time. Shortly after we got up there on Saturday, Pigpen put the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;charcoal&lt;/span&gt; grill together and grilled burgers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt; for lunch. We also had baked beans (canned) and roasted veggies (potatoes, onions, and carrots). It was very good. I had a little difficulty eating the hot dog, due to my mouth still not being 100%, but enjoyed it none the less. Afterwards, I helped Gabe roast marshmallows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Saturday evening we went out to dinner at Pizza Hut. Gabe is fascinated with ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;ting in at a pizza place, so whenever we go to the country house we always take him o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ut &lt;/span&gt;to dinner there. This time, in addition to ordering a Pepperoni pizza (a favorite with the men in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Cookie family), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;we also tried on of their new pastas - the Chicken Alfredo. It wasn't bad. Certainly not as good as the commercials make it out to be, but not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;After dinner we went back the country house and got the boys ready for bed. Nick was resistant to sleep, since his routine was messed with, so we took him for a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; ride into the town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Strasburg&lt;/span&gt;. There's a little ice cream shack in the main part of town that is absolutely fabulous. I had a blueberry delight sundae, which consisted of freshly made soft s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;erve&lt;/span&gt; vanilla ice cream, cheese cake, and lots of blueberry topping. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. So go. Pigpen went with a blueberry shake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I worked on a little homework after we got back, which is hard when you don't have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; connection and realize that you don't have all the information you need. Luckily my paper wasn't due until Sunday. Poor, Pigpen, he had tried to download AOL so he could use a dial-up connection if necessary and it totally hosed his computer. He spent all evening trying to get it to work with no success. In fact, it's still not working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;On Sunday we went for a hike in the woods after breakfast. My in-laws have about eight acres with a creek that ends in a lake, although the lake was built by their neighbors and for the most part, isn't on their property. Pigpen and I talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;ed about the possibility of moving from the suburbs and building up here, but it's probably not feasible. More than likely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;we will just expand and upgrade the house my in-laws have to make it more pleasant for weekend trips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6WqIVSJbyU/Shs_2q0xtbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_NVPuVlmzU8/s1600-h/DSC_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After we returned from our walk, we went for a drive so the Nick could take a nap and Gabe could chill and watch an episode or two of Go, Diego, Go in the car. We went and found all the local schools and stopped at the elementary school so Gabe could play on the playground, which he enjoyed. After our drive, we all ate lunch and then Pigpen and I got ready to drive back home. Nick stayed awake for most of the drive, and was still awake when we reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gainesville&lt;/span&gt;. We needed to go grocery shopping, and decided to stop at the Super Target there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Target Nick fell asleep for the rest of the ride. When we got home Pigpen and I unpacked the car and tried to tidy up around the house. Pigpen also tried to get his computer to work with little success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday evening we decided to go to Outback for dinner, which was delicious. I even had a drink - a blueberry martini, which was excellent. We ordered Nick macaroni and cheese, which did not use elbow noodles, so Nick wasn't too sure about. However, he loved the bread and everything that Pigpen and I were eating. The weather was beautiful, so we also went for a short walk around the block when we got home from dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Panera&lt;/span&gt; Bread for breakfast, stopped to get me Starbucks, and then went for a drive so that Nick could take a nap. I love going for drives, it's one of the few opportunities for Pigpen and I to talk. We came to the conclusion, like we usually do, that we are never leaving our current neighborhood, and will eventually buy a house here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick woke up as soon as we got home and decided that he could not get out of the car without a pair of my sunglasses. He looked very cute, and silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, I need to finish my homework, so I better end this post so I'm not up too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="statcounter"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-3859109528893473321?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/3859109528893473321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/3859109528893473321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/3859109528893473321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-6481023355314649579</id><published>2009-05-22T21:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:27:06.229-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pigpen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabe'/><title type='text'>Out of Town</title><content type='html'>I am actually doing something for Memorial Day Weekend. Go me! We're going out of town this weekend. Unfortunately it is no where exciting. We're heading up to my in-laws house in the Shenandoah Valley. They have about eight acres up there with a house. Gabe loves it. He actually headed up there today with my MIL. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pigpen and I will go up tomorrow with Nick. We both had a bunch of homework to work on, and we haven't had time this week to get anything ready for us since we'll be gone the whole weekend. If we get lucky we might even get a bonus date on Sunday. And of course, we will take Gabe to Pizza Hut, where we, the novelty, actually sit down in the restaurant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick was really cute this evening, even though it was obvious he missed Gabe. His new favorite treat has become Fruit Loops. And he know where we keep them. So any time we go to the pantry he comes running up hoping he'll be given some. He's also learned how to say snacks, or as he says it "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nack&lt;/span&gt;", which is super cute. So if you ask him if he wants a snack his face will light up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;expectation&lt;/span&gt; of receiving Fruit Loops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also is fully aware of his name, and the names of many other objects, even if he can't say them. If you ask him where's Nick, he will point to himself. He can also identify most of his body parts when asked. You ask him and he'll point the right part, and then giggle, which means I end up giggling too. It's very cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We called Gabe tonight at his bedtime and we're told that he had ROASTED MARSHMALLOWS! And do we want to roast marshmallows too when we come up tomorrow? It was very cute. I miss him when he's not around. He's growing up so quickly. I mean in another year we have to register him for kindergarten. Kindergarten! How did he get to be so big? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I am still in pain from the darn wisdom teeth removal. Eating anything solid is still difficult, although certainly better than it was. It gets worse if I don't medicate regularly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? I didn't think it was supposed to hurt this much for this long. If I'm not feeling significantly better by Monday, I better call the oral surgeon and get them rechecked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once they heal I can finally go in for my dental check up. It will only be three months past due. I had an appointment scheduled for the end of March and when they called me up to remind me I canceled because I wasn't going to show up still in possession of my wisdom teeth. I didn't want to have to explain to my dentist why I still had them when she had given me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;referral&lt;/span&gt; six months ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I think it is time to go to bed. Like I meant to do half an hour ago. Nick will be up multiple times and then get up for good too early. And then we have to pack and then drive up to the country house. I will be fortified with caffeine... ah caffeine, what would I do without you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-6481023355314649579?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/6481023355314649579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-of-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/6481023355314649579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/6481023355314649579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-of-town.html' title='Out of Town'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-4962792154725163757</id><published>2009-05-18T12:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:11:57.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIL'/><title type='text'>A Real Pain in the Mouth</title><content type='html'>So, I had my last two wisdom teeth removed on Friday. My mouth is still sore from it, especially the right side. Pigpen went to work for a few hours and then took the rest of the day off to take care of me. I decided to be sedated for the procedure, since I was fully aware for my upper two when they were removed in high school and found it excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the first appointment of the day, and then went home to take a nap. Pigpen went out and picked me up some lunch - Taco Bell's pintos 'n cheese, yummy...  and then we caught up on some of the season finales from the week. It was nice to just chill at home with him minus the boys. We're really trying to make an effort to spend more time alone together, without cutting in too much to our limited time with Gabe and Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend wasn't the best weekend for me to be out of commission; although I did my best to muddle through. Gabe had soccer on Saturday, followed by a picnic for whole league. Plus, one of his friends had her birthday party on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MIL went with Pigpen to soccer practice to help out with Gabe and watch Nick while I took a nap. I did go with them to the picnic, but it started to rain, so I stayed in the car with Nick, while Pigpen quickly took Gabe out there to see what that had set up for food and activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was from Moes, which is not one of our favorite Mexican places, and we had to pay for it, so Pigpen didn't get any. They did have some of the players from D.C. United there to sign autographs, so Gabe did get at least one player's autograph on a poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party on Sunday was nice. It was located at one of those moon bounce places, and most of Gabe's friends were there, so he had a great time. Nick really enjoyed it too. Especially the slides, which he kept asking Pigpen to take him on. Unfortunately, you had to crawl through some really small opening's and climb up this makeshift ladder to get to the top. It got to be very tiring for Pigpen to do that while carrying a 23 lb baby. Nick wanted to go down by himself, so I was always at the bottom waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe had the most fun playing with one of his friend's older brother, This is the nine-year-old we went to the movies with a couple weeks ago. The especially enjoyed playing on the pirate ship; at least that's what I think it was supposed to be. I didn't pay much attention to what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to bounce with Nick a bit, but due to the pain in my mouth, it started to make me nauseous. Luckily Nick enjoyed playing with the balls they had out as much as going on the moon bounces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for the kids, we only got an hour on the equipment before it was time for pizza, cake, and goodie bags. Poor Gabe, he really wanted to go back down and bounce some more. I wish we had room for one of those little moon bounces at our townhouse. Nick wasn't feeling well, so he didn't eat much pizza or cake. Gabe was more than happy to eat the frosting off of the slice of cake that Nick didn't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that does not happen at parties here is the opening of gifts. I remember that being one of the big things at birthday parties when I was little. But nobody does around here. Is this now common every where? Or just here in Northern Virginia? We opened gifts once at Gabe's first birthday party, which was at my MIL's, but by the time his next party rolled around we had been to enough parties to know that it just wasn't something people did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-4962792154725163757?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/4962792154725163757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/05/real-pain-in-mouth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4962792154725163757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4962792154725163757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/05/real-pain-in-mouth.html' title='A Real Pain in the Mouth'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-1342977001513186575</id><published>2009-05-12T09:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:44:22.696-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIL'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I had a really nice Mother's Day. After we got up (way too early, as usual), Pigpen brought the boys downstairs while I finished getting dressed for the morning. He had the boys both sign their car to me, which was really cute. Both of their scribbles, and then Pigpen signed their names, it was sweet. Gabe has almost mastered his G, so Pigpen just added the rest of his name to Gabe's almost G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigpen then went out to get me Starbucks, and returned with roses as well. I love roses! So that was really sweet. Nick was fascinated by them, and wanted one to play with. While I wouldn't let him play with one by himself, I did take one out and let him smell and touch it, which really made him smile. Have I mentioned how incredibly cute Nick's smile is, with his five little teeth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had breakfast made for me - scrambled eggs with cheese, sausage, and waffles. The waffles were originally bought for Gabe (they're organic Sesame Street themed mini waffles), but he decided he didn't like them. I think they're pretty good, and so does Nick. My little Nick will eat just about anything. Sometimes I worry that's why he gets so many stomach aches - he eats too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I worry that Gabe doesn't eat enough. I often think that's one of the main things mothers do. Worry, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally Gabe goes to church with my MIL on Sundays, but she was out of town for her brother's 50th wedding anniversary, so he just chilled at home with us. He did, however, go over to spend the night with her. Pigpen and I figured that would be a good Mother's Day present for her, since she really isn't getting anything tangible for Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already chipped in for her plane ticket to Alaska to visit my SIL (my BIL's wife) when she has the baby. It also covered her recent birthday and her Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to drop off Gabe, we stopped to pick up Outback for dinner, which is always a favorite. They recently redid their menu, so instead of crab cakes, they now have these humongous crab stuffed shrimp, which were fabulous. Although I will miss the crab cakes - they were one of my favorite items. I also had prime rib and mashed potatoes, both of which were very good. To be expected, they were also well-liked by Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a really nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-1342977001513186575?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/1342977001513186575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/1342977001513186575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/1342977001513186575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-926980358435351880</id><published>2009-05-03T20:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:18:14.577-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><title type='text'>Movie Weekend</title><content type='html'>Every month Pigpen and I have been making an effort to go on  a date. We've been alternating between a nice restaurant and a movie. Last month we went to the Melting Pot, which was awesome. This month, as in Friday, we went to the see the opening of Wolverine. It was really good. I've been a fan of the X-Men since I was a child, so I've enjoyed all the movies in the franchise, just not all the casting choices (I'm still bitter about Rogue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie theater we went to is part of a nice town center for one of the local communities and has a lot of little restaurants attached. We had a quick dinner at the Asian restaurant there, which we have never tried before. It wasn't bad, but it was no Hunan's, which is our favorite little Chinese restaurant. We caught the last matinee show, so the theater wasn't that full. There is a high school up the street, and we were early enough that most of the high school crowd was just getting to the theater as we were leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't spoil the movie for those that haven't seen it, but it was definitely more about the action than the story. A lot of holes, for those who have only seen the previous movies and have never read the comics, were filled in. The dialogue seemed like nothing more than a way to get from one action scene to the next, but at least the action was good. The Easter egg after the credits hinted at what the next movie will be about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see another movie this weekend, as well. Two movies in one weekend is a rare occurrence, especially with kids. We met up with some friends to finally see Monsters vs. Aliens, which Gabe has been asking to see since he got his first toy tie-in from McDonalds (darn you, successful marketing ploy). I missed the last half hour because Nick started to get fussy. Also, the theater was really full. The movie has been out for a while, but we saw it on the 3D screen, and the weather was bad, so a lot of people had the same idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we went to Cold Stone for ice cream. Gabe had more fun playing with his friends than eating his strawberry ice cream with sprinkles. Our friends have two little boys, one is almost five, and the other is nine. Gabe really likes them both. I'm glad he had a good time. I do worry about him not socializing enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-926980358435351880?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/926980358435351880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/05/movie-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/926980358435351880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/926980358435351880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/05/movie-weekend.html' title='Movie Weekend'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-1342413790782358593</id><published>2009-04-27T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:45:25.426-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumdum lollipops'/><title type='text'>First Haircut</title><content type='html'>Today Nick got his first haircut. It was traumatic to say the least. I felt bad, since we didn't actually go to the salon to get Nick's hair cut. We went to finally get Gabe's cut, since it was getting quite long and becoming a mop. Also, lots of people had been commenting on the length of his hair. We had yet to cut it, because Gabe kept insisting he wanted to grow it long, and Pigpen wanted to respect his wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason Gabe agreed to have his head shaved today (he looks adorable with a buzz cut) is because Pigpen said he would shave his hair if Gabe shaved his. We decided to also get Nick's cut, since we were there and his bangs were starting to fall in his eyes. Nick's hair did not get shaved, just cleaned up around the edges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, of course, was the hard part for the stylist. Nick was crying and shaking so hard because the strange lady with the clippers and scissors scared him. She had difficulty getting it even, especially in the back. I felt so bad for Nick and the stylist. He was just so upset. Gabe was the same way for quite a while when it came to getting his hair cut. Dumdum lollipops helped him get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those lollipops are something stylists and barbers are required to have. My grandpa, who recently passed away, always had those lollipops in his barber shop. Also, at his house. I really think they make a big difference in how a child responds to a haircut. Unfortunately, Nick is still too little for lollipops, even though he would happily have had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigpen cleaned up the back of Nick's hair when we got home, but otherwise it looked really good. We have family pictures coming up in June, and I wanted to get the big haircuts out the way early, although we will will probably have both cleaned up before then. Pigpen, of course, was not happy about cutting all his hair off again (not that it was that long to begin with), but he'd do anything for Gabe, and that made Gabe very happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-1342413790782358593?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/1342413790782358593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/1342413790782358593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/1342413790782358593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-haircut.html' title='First Haircut'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-6249008252109055064</id><published>2009-04-18T20:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:46:47.737-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bottles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car rides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one-year-old'/><title type='text'>Soccer Starts</title><content type='html'>Gabe started soccer today, which is something I was a little apprehensive about. Even with Pigpen as the coach. Gabe has problems listening and following directions, which is something that is required to succeed in learning how to play soccer. Also, Pigpen had to pay attention  to all the kids on the field, and I had to pay attention to Nick, so who was paying attention to Gabe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did find the soccer coach provided by the county fascinating. All the U4 teams have a coach from a soccer academy based out of Maryland. These coaches are the ones actually teaching the kids soccer skills. Pigpen is really just there to help corral the kids. Any ways, the coach for our team this season is a cute perky blond, who also happens to be Canadian, not that that has any relevance. Gabe refused to talk to her, even though he like her, which is common with people he doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's actually doing what he's supposed to be doing on the field he's not bad, but he often is not doing what he's supposed to be doing. He's running off the field for water or not paying attention or lagging behind everyone else. When I was able to pay attention, rather than placate an irritated Nick, I was able to encourage him to participate beyond what Pigpen was doing on the the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I spent most of my time placating an irritated Nick who didn't understand why he couldn't play with the balls on the field, and oh hey look rocks, let's see how they taste, hey I'm hungry, I want milk, no a snack, no milk... yep, really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards Pigpen and I put the boys in the car for a much delayed nap for Nick and, eventually,  a nap for Gabe too. It usually takes Gabe forever to fall asleep on car rides, and he usually only does so after much protesting, even if he really needs it. I enjoy going for drives in the afternoons. The boys sleep and Pigpen and I drive around neighborhoods and talk about houses and [maybe] more children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-6249008252109055064?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/6249008252109055064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/04/soccer-starts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/6249008252109055064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/6249008252109055064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/04/soccer-starts.html' title='Soccer Starts'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-7006462142890610510</id><published>2009-04-15T20:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:49:21.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bottles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flossing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teething'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluoride toothpaste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brushing'/><title type='text'>First Dentist Appointment</title><content type='html'>Today Nick had his first dental appointment. And he has a grand total of four teeth. Four! And he is almost 13 months. He did very well, although he was a little leery of having a strangers put their fingers in his mouth. They did not take any x-rays, probably becuase he is so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually more painful for Gabe, since he had to sit and wait for so long and was not able to really do anything. He did, however, get Nick's "prize". Normally he chooses to get the token so he can get something out of the little prize machines, but today he chose to pick something out of the treasure chest. His pick was  a miniature container of playdoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told to use a tiny dab of fluoride toothpaste on Nick's toothbrush. Also, we are to start using it for Gabe. We had been told previously not to use it for babies, and also not to use it if they were still swallowing their toothpaste, but our dentist told us that guidelines regarding fluoride toothpaste and children had recently changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe is getting really good at brushing his own teeth, and flossing, although he dies need a little help for his back teeth. He is growing up so quickly, and he is able to do so many things on his own, even if he would prefer to have Pigpen or my MIL or me do it for him. It's so hard to accept that he is no longer a baby. My baby has been replaced by a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick still isn't huge on having his teeth brushed, although he does like to play with the tooth brush on his own. I had been brushing his teeth at bath time, like we do with Gabe. However, since he does get a bottle of milk before bed, our dentist wants us to brush his teeth after he finishes his bottle, and then no more milk at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-7006462142890610510?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/7006462142890610510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-dentist-appointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/7006462142890610510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/7006462142890610510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-dentist-appointment.html' title='First Dentist Appointment'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-6995135365708102633</id><published>2009-04-13T09:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:51:05.393-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonalds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston Market'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eggs'/><title type='text'>Hunting Eggs</title><content type='html'>We have reached the last first for Nick. His first Easter, which being in April, came after his first birthday. He loved it. We put most of his eggs in his Easter basket (mostly filled with Fisher Price Little People or Sesame Street characters, but a few had money). He also got a couple of stuffed animals, a couple small age-appropriate and a light up duck, which he thought was great. Although, I think he was more interested in the eggs than their contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to eggs, Gabe also got jelly beans and M&amp;amp;Ms. Most of his eggs had Matchbox cars in them, which he really liked, as we have never bought him cars before. We've been pretty strict about following the age recommendations on toys. His favorite car was the Lightening McQueen car. He loved hunting around our house for the eggs and then eagerly opening them to see what they contained. He had such a good time! I loved watching him; it just drove home one of the greatest joys of the holiday - the exuberant joy that can only be displayed by a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Gabe hunted for eggs we had breakfast - Pigpen picked up McDonalds. Afterwards we got Gabe ready for church. He goes with my MIL every Sunday, and he really is enjoying it. Eventually, once we are settled, Pigpen and I plan to find a church that we all can go to . However, we are not there yet. Right now, I am just glad that Gabe has the opportunity to go and wants to go. If he did not want to go, we certainly would not make him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to my MIL's for a late lunch and more Easter egg hunting. We picked up Boston Market for everybody on the way over, so that my MIL wouldn't have to cook, although she did make a bunch of deviled eggs, because Pigpen loves them. Some of the eggs were from cracked eggs that Gabe had decorated earlier in the week. He was so proud of his eggs. He picked out his decorating kit this year - Marvel Superheroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigpen and I helped hide the eggs in the backyard - all these eggs had money in them. Nick even "helped" look, although it was more coaching from Mommy on where to look, than Nick actually finding eggs. He enjoyed it though. Gabe had so much fun. After he found all his eggs, he wanted to hide them again and have us look for them. We got a lot of great pictures, even some cute family ones. Although when they will ever make it into an album, I'm not sure, but at least I have them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-6995135365708102633?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/6995135365708102633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/04/hunting-eggs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/6995135365708102633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/6995135365708102633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/04/hunting-eggs.html' title='Hunting Eggs'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-6960571946496331873</id><published>2009-03-31T09:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:51:47.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesame Beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIL'/><title type='text'>Party Animal</title><content type='html'>On Saturday we celebrated Nick's first birthday with a party at The Little Gym. It was a really nice party. The theme, as you know, was Sesame Beginnings, which seemed to please Nick. Except for the hat. He really didn't like the hat that went with the decorations. The staff on hand for the party did a great job decorating and facilitating the activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of Gabe's friends showed up, so that was great. He had a wonderful time, which helped take away some of the issues with the party being for Nick. The best part was the moon bounce, as it was at Gabe's party last year. Nick was excited to join in on everything too. It was cute, when we played with the bean bags he climbed into the bin and tried to claim them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Elmo cake that my MIL made was wonderful. She did such a great job. Nick LOVED it. We served cake from Costco to everybody else (after all, who would want to eat cake a baby dived their hands into?). I think Nick preferred the pizza to the cake. He really likes pizza. Especially when we offer him a whole slice. He hates to be left out of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad the party went well. Nick got a lot of nice toys (the &lt;a href="http://www.hasbro.com/playskool/default.cfm?page=browse&amp;amp;product_id=13031"&gt;Playskool Busy Basic Ball Popper&lt;/a&gt; is a favorite with both boys). Now we need to start planning Gabe's party. He wants a bowling party, which I think is really cool. We'll probably invite the same small group of people and have a great time at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-6960571946496331873?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/6960571946496331873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/03/party-animal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/6960571946496331873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/6960571946496331873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/03/party-animal.html' title='Party Animal'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-9008900640167096849</id><published>2009-03-24T20:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:52:10.583-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesame Beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIL'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Nick</title><content type='html'>Today is Nick's 1st birthday.  And while I am saddened by how fast the past year has gone, I am excited that he has reached this milestone. I watch him toddle along with his newly acquired ability to walk and I think back to my new baby who couldn't go anywhere. He's so excited to be able to walk, and yet I miss the wonder that was rolling and crawling and standing. He's growing up so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a party at my in-laws tonight, which was nice. My MIL and Gabe made Nick a little cake with blue-green frosting and then cupcakes for everybody else. We have a nice picture of Nick diving his hands into the frosting, but ultimately becoming bored with being sticky. And of course we had Chinese food for dinner, which is very common for birthday meals. Our favorite place is right up the street from my in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Nick will have his one-year check up and this weekend he will have his party. Pigpen and I finished all the gift bags last weekend, as well as ordered the balloons, so all we should have to do is pick up the balloons and cake and bring everything to the party. The Sesame Beginnings theme is very cute, and certainly more appropriate for Nick than my original choice. I hope he has a good time at his party. After all, you only celebrate your first birthday once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-9008900640167096849?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/9008900640167096849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-nick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/9008900640167096849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/9008900640167096849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-nick.html' title='Happy Birthday, Nick'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-2817263766889300566</id><published>2009-03-19T20:08:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:52:50.941-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one-year-old'/><title type='text'>Would you like cheese with that?</title><content type='html'>Gabe has started a new, very annoying habit - whining about anything and everything that he does not like or agree with or want to do. Even if doing what he is asked will get him something he wants. The entire time I was getting ready for work this morning, he had something to whine about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please take your pajamas off and throw the pull-up away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know how. I don't want to. You do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please put your socks on. Remember the writing goes on the bottom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know how to put the writing on the bottom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't lie down on the bed, I need to make it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it's already made, Mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very long morning. I love him dearly, but was quite happy to drop him off with my MIL and escape to work. An hour of that was more than enough, especially before I had my morning coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe is definitely becoming more defiant. He has had difficulty listening to requests to do or not do things for quite some time now, but he is adding to his repertoire. Everything from whining, to escalated tantrums, to no, to I don't want to are used in an attempt to change our minds or get his own way. It is not helped by an almost-one-year-old who wants to get into everything. Locking up the cabinets really wasn't something we had to do for Gabe. I mean we locked up the dangerous stuff just to be safe, but he really wasn't interested in emptying the contents of drawers and cabinets. Nick, on the other hand, most definitely is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kitchen was a mess this weekend, thanks to Nick, with some help from Gabe, as Pigpen and I attempted to do homework and prepare lunches for the week while the boys played. All of our Tupperware got taken out and spread over the kitchen, add to that some pots and pans, large spoons and spatulas... and it was hard to walk without tripping over something. Still, they had a good time playing, and it allowed us to accomplish things with little interruptions. Unfortunately we never accomplish as much as we would like to on the weekends. Too much to do and too little time to do it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really enjoying watching the friendship blossom between Gabe and Nick as Nick shifts from baby to playmate. Gabe still has his moments where he wants to be left alone by Nick, but mostly he loves having him around. And Nick just adores Gabe, although he does get jealous when Gabe is getting affection and he isn't. Nick loves to be cuddled and to cuddle. He regularly "attacks" Gabe in an attempt to hug him. And every morning as soon as he hears that Gabe is awake, he will go crawling into Gabe's room to attention him. It's wonderful. Their relationship is what Pigpen and I had hopped for, and the biggest reason why we decided to have a second child. We wanted to ensure that Gabe had that relationship. It's also one of the reasons we are so torn on having a third.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-2817263766889300566?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/2817263766889300566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/03/would-you-like-cheese-with-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/2817263766889300566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/2817263766889300566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/03/would-you-like-cheese-with-that.html' title='Would you like cheese with that?'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-4556754166120207307</id><published>2009-03-17T19:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:54:20.806-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c-section'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vocabulary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old friends'/><title type='text'>Facebook Users Anonymous</title><content type='html'>The first step is admitting you have a problem. I am addicted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. I like reading the updates of people's statuses. I like learning about new groups. I love how many old friends that I've connected with. And don't get me started on the apps and games. Plus it is another way to connect with Pigpen, which is nice, since our lives are so busy. However, I have a habit of spending way too much time logged in, which is an issue when I have homework due.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm not on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, I am being amazed by the advancing abilities of my children. Nick is almost walking. He's taking a few tentative steps on his own, but nothing that can really be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;considered&lt;/span&gt; walking. He still prefers crawling over anything, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; with the very amusing bear crawl. His pointing ability has improved, we can usually figure out what he is referring to within a couple of guesses if he's pointing to something that is not nearby. And then there is his vocabulary. He can say hi, hello, bye, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;buh&lt;/span&gt;-bye, mama, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt;, dog, ball, that, there, and yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe is doing amazing things too; however, at three and a half his learning is not at the rapid pace of a baby. He is able to mostly get dressed on his own. He's great with the computer, he needs a little assistance to turn it on and to open applications, but once he's in a  game he has great control of the mouse and knows what to do to play the game. The educational games we have for him are really helping his vocabulary, as well as his ability to recognize words. His ability to say words that he used to struggle with are also improving. He's getting so big, but I still see him as a baby, and while I know it is important to ensure that he says words correctly, like noodle instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;noo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;noo&lt;/span&gt;, it's hard not to feel a little sad when his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;babyisms&lt;/span&gt; disappear. The doubling of a word's first syllable was very common for Gabe when he was learning to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a week Nick will be one, and that makes me very sad too. Of course, I am excited by this milestone he is achieving, but I wish it hadn't arrived so quickly. It doesn't feel as though it has been a year. It seems like just yesterday I was in the hospital waiting to deliver him before being rushed in for an emergency c-section instead of the scheduled induction. And the long hours I had to endure while I waited to finally be able to hold my baby. He's changed so much in the past year, and we've learned a lot about who he is. I know there are many more wonderful years ahead, but this will be his only first. In the next year he will shift from being a baby to being a toddler. And as much as I look forward to watching him grow, I wish I could have a little more time with my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-4556754166120207307?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/4556754166120207307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/03/facebook-users-anonymous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4556754166120207307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4556754166120207307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/03/facebook-users-anonymous.html' title='Facebook Users Anonymous'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-4644151557633433117</id><published>2009-03-03T13:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:55:04.865-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eleven-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesame Beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picky eater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIL'/><title type='text'>Work It</title><content type='html'>Nick's balance has been rapidly improving; he no longer stands up only to fall on his bottom. He can now stand for extended periods and even stay standing when set down on his feet. He's also improved his ability to cruise around using furniture or toys with handles and wheels. He has also started to do the funniest thing when crawling. In the past week he has started bear crawling. So about half the time instead of crawling on his hands and knees, he'll crawl with his feet flat on the floor and his bottom up in the air. It is really cute, and shows how anxious he is to be walking, he's just not quite there yet with his confidence in his balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe is also doing great. He is really improving his ability to dress himself and put on his own shoes. He still needs a little help making sure things are the right way, and then struggles with buttons, zippers and shoes that have straps or ties, but he is getting much better. His eating at meal-times is also improving. Pigpen, my MIL, and I are all making an effort to cut down on his snacking between meals so he will eat more of the healthy items offered. We are also trying to introduce new foods that are similar to ones he already likes, in an effort to add variety to his diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invitations for Nick's 1st Birthday Party should be going out by the end of the week. We just need to print off the address of his party to put it in all the invitations. Oddly enough there was no place for location on them. Just a line for who the party was for, the date, the time, and how to RSVP. We still need to buy the supplies for the cake, but we have all the decorations and party favors. Pigpen bought those when he bought the invitations. The Elmo cake will be for Nick and I think we are just going to order a Costco sheet cake for everybody else. Costco makes great cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend Pigpen and I joined a local gym. He has wanted a place where he can play racquetball and find people to play basketball with, as well as a swimming pool and weights, so this seemed like a great option for him. They also have a spa, cafe, and on-site childcare with good hours. Plus, they offer children's swim classes for a reasonable additional cost, which is less than what we were paying at the nearest rec center for Gabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the near-term it won't be that conveinent for me to use, but I am planning to try and get to a class most Saturdays. Eventually we will live closer to the gym, since it is near where we want to buy a house, and I can use it more often. Gabe seemed to like the childcare. We let him stay while we went on the tour of the gym and he was. In fact, he would have been happy to stay longer. I'm glad he is having a better time being away from Pigpen, my MIL, and me. He has a habit of being very shy with strangers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-4644151557633433117?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/4644151557633433117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/03/work-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4644151557633433117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4644151557633433117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/03/work-it.html' title='Work It'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-5660039669119567374</id><published>2009-02-27T07:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:55:44.374-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eleven-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iFit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teething'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jillian michaels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Shred'/><title type='text'>Now if only he would change himself</title><content type='html'>Nick has become very adept at point at things he wants or wants to see. He also is able the say there or that (more like de and da, but we know what he means). So I was very amused this morning when he woke up to have him point to his changing table and say de as soon as I picked him up. He didn't fuss the entire time that he was being changed and as soon as I had taken off the wet diaper and wiped him down his mood was instantly playful. Then again, Nick has never liked having a wet or messy diaper, so it really shouldn't come as a surprise that he would tell me he wanted to be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick still does not have his two front teeth, despite the pain they have been causing him and the fact that you can feel the ridges right above his gums. He really is taking his sweet time getting his teeth. Eleven months and still only two teeth. However, I do think he will be walking soon. He is a champ at standing on his own, and is a speed demon when given a cart to walk with, so it is really just a matter of confidence. Although he might very well skip walking and go straight to running just so he can keep up with Gabe. His gym class instructor is amazed at how well he can stand and bend and stand back up without falling over. Nick really enjoys gym class and loves to participate in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe is also really enjoying his sports class. It seems to be a much better fit for him than his gym class was. So I'm glad we made the decision to sign him up and keep that class over the gym class. Hopefully the team sports and the skills will help him when he starts soccer again this spring. Plus he'll be older and Pigpen will be coaching. I think all three combined will help make soccer a better experience for him this time around. I really want both my boys to play sports and enjoy it, even though that was never something that I liked or was good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing better with my workouts in the morning. Nick has been sleeping better, and while it is hard to feel motivated at four in the morning, I figure that since I'm already awake I might as well go work out and be done with it for the day. I have one more week of both level 1 of my iFit workouts and level 3 of 30 Day Shred. The following week I move up to level 2 of my iFit workouts, which will now be 30-45 minutes and Jillian Michaels' No More Trouble Zones, which is a 45-minute workout. So I will alternate between the two. Hopefully I can continue to tone, my stomach is still a big problem area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-5660039669119567374?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/5660039669119567374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-if-only-he-would-change-himself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/5660039669119567374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/5660039669119567374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-if-only-he-would-change-himself.html' title='Now if only he would change himself'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-8052875183081024207</id><published>2009-02-16T10:50:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:56:30.431-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teething'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eleven-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other-in-law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picky eater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ten-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Shred'/><title type='text'>Two Front Teeth</title><content type='html'>This weekend was nice. My MIL watched the boys while Pigpen and I went out to dinner on Valentine's Day. We went to a Japanese steakhouse for dinner, and then followed it with sundaes from McDonald's :) It was nice. I got a blue tooth headset for my phone, which I have been needing. I got Pigpen a dozen chocolate covered strawberries and a heart-shaped cookie from the boys. Gabe stayed the night at my MIL's, so he could go to Sunday school with her in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we went bowling with some friends of ours, who have a son who's about a six or so months older than Gabe. I'm trying to remember when his birthday is. Any way. The kids had a good time, and so did we. We played two sets. I didn't break a hundred either time, but then, I never claimed to be any good at bowling. It was really nice to get Gabe together with someone his age, and to socialize. We don't do it that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nick is in the process of getting both his top front teeth, which will bring his grand total to four. Four teeth at eleven months. And he is not happy about it. He's up every hour to hour and a half at night to complain about it. In other words, I'm really tired. I'm not sure what to do, other than comfort him. He's not interested in any medicine at night. No Orajel or baby Tylenol, and gets rather offended if I try to give him anything. During the day he i s more than happy to take something, but not at night. This is something he shares with his brother. Gabe is also very resistant to taking any kind of medicine at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I discovered that Nick's diaper had leaked at about 2 AM. Luckily, it didn't get his bed wet, but his pajamas had to be changed. He was not happy about that. My only consolation is that he is not taking long to get back to sleep when he wakes in discomfort. I just hope those teeth hurry up and break through. The one on the right is almost through; you can feel the ridges right under the gums. I don't remember teething being as painful with Gabe as it seems to be for Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the number of times that Nick had me up last night, and the difficulty I had getting Gabe back to sleep when he woke up around 3:30 AM (he has a hard time just about every morning when Pigpen leaves for work), I still got up and worked out this morning. I missed all of last week due to the stomach bug, so I needed to make sure I didn't start off the week by missing a day. I was tired, but felt good when I was finished. Tomorrow is my last day on level 2 of the 30 Day Shred. On Thursday I will move up to level 3. I can hardly wait, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I spoke with my MIL this morning I was happy to hear that both boys had eaten well for breakfast. Gabe has always been a sporadic eater, so it's nice to hear when he actually eats enough to fill him up. And Nick has had trouble shaking that stomach bug, plus the teething. He didn't eat much this weekend, and really wasn't interested in bottles of any sort. All he seemed to want to do was nurse, which was hard, since I am starting the weaning process, so my milk supply is reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other [sad] news, Pigpen's puppy, a beautiful pure-bred Chihuahua, passed away this morning due to kidney failure. Although, he was not really a puppy, since he was almost 10 years old. He  has been living with my in-laws for the past couple years since we haven't exactly lived places that were animal-friendly. Plus we work all day. My MIL was very attached to him, so she's pretty sad. And Pigpen got him when he was about six months old, so of course he's pretty sad about it too, that was his puppy. And poor Gabe. Try explaining to a three-year-old where their pet went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-8052875183081024207?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/8052875183081024207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-front-teeth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/8052875183081024207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/8052875183081024207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-front-teeth.html' title='Two Front Teeth'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-5067040031133890167</id><published>2009-02-13T12:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:57:13.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iFit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ten-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Stomach Bugs</title><content type='html'>I've been dealing with a stomach virus for the past week. First Gabe got it, then Nick (who still hasn't gotten over it) and then me. Gabe only threw up once and then seemed to be over it. In fact, his appetite has been pretty good the past week. Nick, however, has thrown up multiple times. Four times in the course of 24 hours last Sunday. The fourth time was in the middle of the night and it got everywhere - even in my hair. Ew! Plus, his appetite has been weak, and he's normally a great eater. He's also been extra cranky and clingy, again not like him. I feel so bad for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up succumbing Tuesday morning. I managed to work two half days Tuesday and Wednesday, but then came both days and napped. It seemed to help. I  didn't throw up, but My stomach hurt and I didn't have much of an appetite. I was still a little iffy yesterday, but I am doing much better today. Thank goodness. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and I am looking forward to going out on a date with Pigpen. The last thing I want to be is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I wasn't feeling well Wednesday, I stayed home with Gabe while Pigpen took Nick to gym class. I have wanted Pigpen to take Nick any way, just to interact with him there and see how much Nick likes it, so this ended up being the perfect opportunity. And Gabe and I had a nice time together, as  well. I so seldom get alone time with him. He usually prefers anybody but me. He was very cooperative and we enjoyed our story time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigpen said Nick impressed his teacher with his ability to stand, crouch down and pick something up, and stand back up without falling over. It's a recently acquired skill. Nick has been working on standing independently over the last few weeks, but keeping his balance while picking up something has only developed over the last week. I love watching my boys learn new skills; it just feels like they are growing up so fast. Nick's new skill in the class was flipping over one of the bars, which he enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of gym class, we decided last Saturday to drop Gabe's gym class. He will still do his sports class on Fridays, but will stop his Saturday gym class. We spoke with the lead teacher, who instructs both classes, and she agrees that this is a good decisions. Gabe pays much better attention in his sports class, which is comprised of mainly boys, unlike his gym class, which is comprised of mainly girls. His Saturdays won't be empty for long - he starts soccer again in March. Pigpen should be coaching, so hopefully, it will go better this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying a nice break from school. My statistics class ended on Monday, so I have a short break before my next class starts. Thankfully, it has nothing to do with math. This week has been bad for exercise, what with Nick and me being sick all week. Hopefully next week will be better so I can pick my routine back up. I'm below my prepregnancy weight, but still not at my lowest weight, so more work to be done. I've been enjoying my workouts, and while I'm not a morning person (nothing will ever convince me that I should be), I do feel better when I start my day with a workout, especially my iFit treadmill workouts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-5067040031133890167?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/5067040031133890167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/02/stomach-bugs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/5067040031133890167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/5067040031133890167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/02/stomach-bugs.html' title='Stomach Bugs'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-7417973550172979487</id><published>2009-02-05T11:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:57:26.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iFit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teething'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Shred'/><title type='text'>Sick and Tired</title><content type='html'>My boys are both sick with something, so their dispositions haven't been the best. Gabriel hasn't wanted the eat the last couple days, and even threw up what little he did eat on Tuesday - that was fun to clean up, since he was still at the dinner table when it happened. Nick is about to get his two top front teeth, has a head cold, and his stomach is bothering him. He was very cranky last night. Plus Pigpen is not feeling well, also a head cold, and called in sick to work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither child wanted to sleep last night, and both have been up since about a quarter to five. Pigpen had Gabriel, and I took care of Nick. On top of it, Nick was extra clingy this morning, which made getting ready for work difficult. He was fine if I was holding him, or if Gabe was playing with him, otherwise he wanted to get into things or be held. I'm really loving obsession with electrical cords, particularly his strong desire to put them in his mouth. It's great, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am very tired, and not just because the boys didn't sleep well last night. I also adjusted my work schedule this week, so instead of getting in close to 8, I'm going in at 7. And I'm now working out in the mornings instead of the evenings, so I'm getting up at 4:30 and working out for an hour. This morning I was able to get my iFit workout in, but had to quit after the warm up of 30 Day Shred because Nick was being extra fussy and only wanted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped Nick would sleep better last night because he had gym class, but no such luck. However, he did greatly enjoy his class. He practiced walking (still not there on his own) both on the floor and the balance beam, and he did forward and backward rolls over something referred to as a "hot dog". He still adores the balls and is curious about the bubbles - he was more aggressive last night in his pursuit of them. I am so glad he likes it. It has been beneficial for Gabriel and I hope it is for him. Gabriel was home with Daddy, and enjoyed being in our bed with him and watching Curious George, which he choose over having Daddy read him a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chance to talk to Gabriel's gym and sports class teacher during Nick's class last night, and was glad I did, since I have little idea how he acts in his sports class, since my MIL takes him during the week, and only observational knowledge from his gym class on Saturdays. She said he actually is doing really well in his sport class and is much better at listening and paying attention than he is in his gym class. He's really enjoying it. Right now they are learning hockey, which they started last week, and after only one session I can see that he's getting it. He has a hockey set at my MIL's and I got to see him practice with it and I though he did really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I am in my last week of my current class. Statistics is driving me crazy. The workload is much heavier than I have had in any of my previous courses, so I'm really struggling to get it all done. Still, I have been working hear, and it's reflected in my grade, which is nice. After this class is over I get a three week break before I start my next one. Not that I'll be relaxing. There are a number of things that I need to use those "free" evenings to accomplish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-7417973550172979487?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/7417973550172979487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-and-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/7417973550172979487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/7417973550172979487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and Tired'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-2786273251726274834</id><published>2009-01-27T14:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:57:45.464-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowball fights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iFit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ten-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Shred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIL'/><title type='text'>Let it Snow!</title><content type='html'>The greater D.C. area is finally getting its first snowstorm of the winter. Gabriel was ecstatic. He loves snow. Nick wasn't sure what to think. Although I'm worried about both of them being outside in this weather with the bad colds they're coming down with. Nick had such a hard time sleeping because of it. Which means I also didn't sleep much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad for Gabe this morning. I don't like driving in the snow, even the short distance from my house to my MIL's, but I had to this morning. Gabe kept trying to ask me questions and I had to keep asking him to be quiet so I could concentrate on driving. I know he was just excited about the snow, but I needed to focus on the road. I think it hurt his feelings, which wasn't my intent, I just didn't want to lose focus and slip on the road. Perhaps I might have asked him to be quiet a little more harshly than I intended after the 3rd or 4th question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like snow, I think it's very pretty - to look at. Driving in it and walking in it, even just being in it, isn't high on my list. Although, when I do have the time I don't mind playing in it. When the boys get a little older and we have a decent back yard, I can see having a great time building snowmen and having snowball fights. Right now I have neither the time nor the backyard to pursue fun in the snow, plus they are really too little to be fully enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My workouts are still going well. I should certainly be in bikini shape by this summer, although I'm not sure that I will have any reason to wear a bikini. I moved up to level 2 on the 30 Day Shred, and ouch! It is much harder than level 1. I couldn't quite do the explosive cardio moves the whole time, but I figure if I do a few each time and gradually do it for longer by the time I've completed 10 days of level 2 I should be able to do them for the full time. That, along with my treadmill work outs should help ensure that the weight keeps coming off. I really like the iFit cards, and even though I'm only on level one of the cards, a 10% incline at 3.5 mph is still hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-2786273251726274834?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/2786273251726274834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/2786273251726274834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/2786273251726274834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow!'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-8640677485186289062</id><published>2009-01-24T22:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:57:57.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old friends'/><title type='text'>Blast From the Past</title><content type='html'>So I finally joined Facebook. I had been resisting, but I thought maybe it wouldn't hurt to just peek, see who is on there. It can be addictive. I've found a number of really good friends from high school that I haven't talked to in years. It's weird, too. My last memories of my high school friends are as teenagers, from the perspective of a teenager. We lived with our parents. And now, some of us our parents. And married. And we have real jobs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I was so hesitant to join the networking site. I guess I was just worried about having the time to keep up with it, but really, it's nice to talk to old friends. There was a reason we were friends in high school, so it's not unrealistic to think that we could be friends almost 10 years later (wow, has it really been that long?). My life is so consumed by my family and my job and my degree, that having an easy way to stay in touch and catch up is nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's also nice to remember that I am still my own person outside of my role as a mother. Sometimes I forget that I am more than just Gabriel and Nick's mom. That's another reason I really enjoy when Pigpen and I go out on kids-free "dates". We get to connect and talk and remember why we fell in love and had children in the first place. Next Saturday we are going on a date and I'm really looking forward to it. We're going to a Japanese Steakhouse, which is always fun, and we'll still be home at a decent hour to put the babies to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-8640677485186289062?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/8640677485186289062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/blast-from-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/8640677485186289062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/8640677485186289062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast From the Past'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-577343008284994975</id><published>2009-01-22T21:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:58:58.311-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iFit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jillian michaels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ten-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Shred'/><title type='text'>Feel the Burn</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Nick started his first gym class and he loved it! He was the youngest baby there, being 4 days shy of 10-months, so I wasn't concerned that he was one of only two or three that were not yet walking. The age range for the class is 10 to 19 months, so there can be a huge difference in skills. One of the little girls in his class, who is only 11 months, has been walking since 9 months, and she is TINY, much smaller than Nick. She looked so cute toddling around, although it just doesn't seem possible for a baby that tiny to be walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick loved that he had so much space to crawl and so many things to climb. He especially liked hanging from the bar and working on his upper-body strength (with Mommy holding onto his bottom) as we played peek-a-boo with the bar. He did very well maintaining his grip on the bar. Overall, I think his favorite activity was crawling around on the parachute. He loved being pulled around in a circle and bounced up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing he really wasn't interested in doing was walking. In the warm-up we were supposed to assist our children in walking, if they were not doing it on their own yet. Nick refused to participate and instead just crawled for the warm-up. He did like the clapping part and the pounding of the mat. Also the bells, he was very mad that he had to give the bell back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And poor Gabe... He insisted on coming with Nick to class, which meant Pigpen came too, not understanding that he wouldn't be allowed in the gym to play. Not understanding that it was just or Nick, not for him and Nick. I felt bad for him, although we did try to explain and convince him that he would have more fun at home with Daddy. Luckily he has his sports skills class tomorrow afternoon and his regular gym class Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing fairly well with my own workout time. I'm managing to be consistent - 5 days a week for about an hour. Although this is only my third week of even having a workout routine. Tonight I did 30 Day Shred and Jillian's weight training portion on the Biggest Loser Power Sculpt. I am also staying within my calorie goal on &lt;a href="http://www.thedailyplate.com/"&gt;TheDailyPlate&lt;/a&gt;. That site is really useful, even without paying to upgrade to gold. I should be able to easily meet the goal weight I set for Nick's first birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many nights that I just want to skip working out, but I remind myself that not only is it important for losing weight and getting toned, it's also important for my health. I also remind myself that if I work really hard M-F, that I can take it easy on the weekends. Tomorrow night I do another iFit workout and then 30 Day Shred again. I'm on day 10 of Shred. I don't do it everyday, so on Monday I will finally start Level 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working hard during the week also gives me more time on the weekends to tackle my statistics homework. This class is making my head hurt. The amount of work required and formulas to understand makes me feel like I'm going cross-eyed. I'm about half-way through the class and then I have a short break before I start my next class - a non-math management course. Thank goodness! I am convinced that should never pursue any profession that involves math. I'm too stubborn not to do well in the course, but it is taking much more time and energy then I usually devote to my studies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-577343008284994975?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/577343008284994975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/feel-burn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/577343008284994975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/577343008284994975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/feel-burn.html' title='Feel the Burn'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-1064070143608139453</id><published>2009-01-20T20:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:38:44.607-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nine-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesame Beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym class'/><title type='text'>The Obama Dance</title><content type='html'>"That my President" and "That Barack Obama" are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gabriel's&lt;/span&gt; two favorite sentences and they are uttered whenever he sees a picture of President Obama in the newspaper or on TV. We even have the children's book titled &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Barack-Jonah-Winter/dp/0061703923/ref=pd_bbs_8?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1232502183&amp;amp;sr=8-8"&gt;Barack&lt;/a&gt;, which he loves to have me read. He has buttons, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;place mats&lt;/span&gt;, and decorations. Today, he created an Obama dance, which involved running around singing Barack Obama. It was cute. He watched the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Inauguration&lt;/span&gt; with my MIL and loved it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is adorable and amazing. I am so proud to live in a country where my child can get that excited about the leader of our country and have no understanding that even last century this would never have been possible. I am filled with hope and excitement at the possibilities of this new Presidency. I watched the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Inauguration&lt;/span&gt; at work and felt my eyes well up during parts of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; speech. It was wonderful to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't have a good transition, but I do want to write about Nick's expanding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vocabulary&lt;/span&gt;. Not only can he say hi and wave. He can also say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DaDa&lt;/span&gt; (in reference to Daddy), Do (in reference to Dog) and bye with a wave. It is very cute. He can also understand short commands and identify a picture of both a dog and a cat in a book. He can also identify Elmo. This weekend I put on Sesame Beginnings for him this weekend, and as soon as he saw Elmo he stopped what he was doing to say hi and wave at Elmo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe how quickly the last year has gone. Tomorrow Nick starts his first gym class, and I'm sure he will be more than ready to go, as he showed during Gabriel's class on Saturday. Both my boys are beautiful and amazing and I feel so lucky to be their mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-1064070143608139453?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/1064070143608139453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/obama-dance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/1064070143608139453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/1064070143608139453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/obama-dance.html' title='The Obama Dance'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-2189963695798526664</id><published>2009-01-17T19:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:59:46.905-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nine-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHOP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psych'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschooler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pumpkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ten-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Pancakes with a Strawberry on Top</title><content type='html'>Today was Gabriel's last gym class of fall session. Although, his next class starts next Saturday, today they put on a big show to show off all the skills and routines that they have been working on through out the fall session. This is Gabe's first non-parent/child class and he's doing really well, but it was nice to able to go inside the gym and see close-up what he has been learning. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, before the show we picked up Pigpen's parents, so that they could see the show as well, and went to IHOP as a special treat for breakfast. It was a long morning, as both Pigpen and I were exhausted because neither of the boys had slept well last night. Plus, Gabriel's class starts at 10 a.m., which meant we had to pick up Pigpen's parents by 8 a.m. so that we would have enough time to eat breakfast before the show. Plus, I wanted coffee from Starbucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was happy, IHOP still had their pumpkin pancake special, and I love just about anything pumpkin flavored. I also had Starbucks, so all was good. The show was very cute. They had even practiced an entrance that involved running into the room jumping on a spring board and then doing a forward roll down a wedge before standing at the front of the room on a dot. Gabe had a bit of a hard time listening, but I think it was because so many people were in the room. He did very well on the skills they were exhibiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick was ready to go. As soon as you put him on the floor he would take off. He was eager to explore. Luckily his first class starts this coming Wednesday. It's for 10-19 months, which is the age range we started Gabriel. Although Gabriel had just turned one, and Nick will be a few days shy of 10 months. It's an evening class, so Wednesdays will be rushed for me. I will get off work at 4, come home and grab something to eat and then rush Nick to his class at 5:30. However, it is worth it, and I know he will enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I suppose I should go. I have so much homework to do, and I really want to watch last night's episode of Psych. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-2189963695798526664?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/2189963695798526664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/pancakes-with-strawberry-on-top.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/2189963695798526664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/2189963695798526664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/pancakes-with-strawberry-on-top.html' title='Pancakes with a Strawberry on Top'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-8805164003667112604</id><published>2009-01-13T14:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:00:15.143-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biggest loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iFit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teething'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jillian michaels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Shred'/><title type='text'>Sleeping Beauty</title><content type='html'>Last Friday we started sleep training Nick. In other words, we are trying to get him to go to sleep on his own, rather than being nursed to sleep. He's allowed to have one more feeding - usually around 10:30 pm - and then for any other night wakings we're supposed to have him go back to sleep on his own. Bedtime works beautifully. We usually only have to go into Nick's room once or twice before he goes to sleep on his own. It's the other wakings that are the issue. He is still getting up at 10:30, 1:30 or 2:00, and 5:00 before getting up for good at about 6:15. And I usually fall asleep for 2 hours or so in the big green chair in his room during his last feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to start eliminating wakings, starting with the middle of the night one (1:30ish). That is more challenging than it sounds. Not only do I dislike hearing Nick cry,  it is even more painful in the middle of the night when I am tired. Plus there is the added dilemma of not wanting Nick's crying to wake up Gabriel, which is especially hard since their rooms are right next door to each other. Still, it has to be done. Nick needs to be sleeping through the night, not just for his health, but for my sanity. I really am done with being tired all the time. Not that I don't love cuddling a snuggly baby, I just would prefer to do it when we're not both supposed to be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of sleep training is why I did not work out last Friday, so I missed one of my three iFit treadmill workouts and my third day of 30 Day Shred. I am making up for it this week by doing four treadmill workouts and four days of 30 Day Shred. My break will be Wednesday, and I will do Biggest Winner: Cardio Kickboxing and the stretch segment from Slim in 6. Cardio Kickboxing is another Jillian Michaels' video and it is a good workout, if a little boring. I really want to be consistent and a work out a minimum of five days a week. If I can add another day or two of working out on the weekends, so much the better, if not, oh well, at least I got my five days in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch a lot of TV, there are only a handful of shows I watch, and there are almost all shows that Pigpen watches with me. Usually we catch up on the weekends, since we typically don't have time during the week. However, The Biggest Loser is one of the shows that I watch when it comes on, otherwise I won't catch up with it on TiVo, and usually without Pigpen. My dilemma is that tonight is the premier of American Idol, and they will be up against each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am curious to see American Idol, especially with the changes they have made this season, and the auditions are usually entertaining, but I love The Biggest Loser. What to watch? I could flip between the two shows, but I also have to work on homework, which I usually focus on during commercial breaks. So what to choose? I find The Biggest Lower motivating, so I will probably choose to watch it over American Idol. I know I could TiVo American Idol, but doubt I will find the time to watch it when I have other shows to watch this weekend. Oh well, I will be fine without following the stories of this season's crop of Idol wannabes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I forgot to mention - Nick now has two teeth. His second front tooth broke through a couple days after his first tooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-8805164003667112604?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/8805164003667112604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleeping-beauty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/8805164003667112604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/8805164003667112604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleeping-beauty.html' title='Sleeping Beauty'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-5318007815557819005</id><published>2009-01-12T14:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:00:48.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Einstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesame Beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday cakes'/><title type='text'>Sesame Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Pigpen and I are starting to plan Nick's first birthday party, and it just makes me think how fast this past year has gone.  How can he be almost one? I was just pregnant. And yet, I'm not and he's growing and learning and changing...  It makes me sad sometimes. Especially since I'm not the type of person who can capture it in baby books and scrap books. Mostly it's in my head or in pictures, none of which have made it into a picture book. Also, whenever I reflect on the past year I hear the song Seasons of Love from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rent&lt;/span&gt; in my head, which really is fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally wanted to do Baby Einstein as the theme and had researched how to make the Caterpillar into a cake. I found some great ones &lt;a href="http://www.coolest-birthday-cakes.com/baby-einstein-caterpillar-cakes.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. However, after talking it over with Pigpen and taking into account Nick's fondness for Elmo, we have decided to do a Sesame Beginnings theme. We're going to purchase the main cake from Costco, which makes excellent cakes, BTW. Nick's smash cake will be homemade and made to look like &lt;a href="http://www.wilton.com/shapedpan/Elmo-Face-Cake-Pan"&gt;Elmo&lt;/a&gt; - I can't wait to see him dive into an Elmo cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party is going to take place at the Little Gym. Since we plan to invite children of varying ages, we decided to not attempt a party at home since our home isn't particularly large and spring weather is unpredictable. Nick starts classes the week after next and we hope to invite a couple of the babies that are in class with him. We didn't start going until after Gabriel turned one, so I didn't have that option for him. I know birthday parties for babies are supposed to small, but I also want it to be memorable and for Gabriel to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday parties were always so important when I was growing up and I want them to be important to my children. I want them to have good memories not about the gifts, but about the event. The celebration of their birth and how important they are to their family. Pigpen and I both feel so lucky to have them and want to ensure that they have wonderful memories of their childhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-5318007815557819005?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/5318007815557819005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/sesame-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/5318007815557819005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/5318007815557819005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/sesame-beginnings.html' title='Sesame Beginnings'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-7888710403356727642</id><published>2009-01-07T20:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:01:10.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nine-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teething'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='check-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jillian michaels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Shred'/><title type='text'>At Last, A Tooth!</title><content type='html'>Today was Nick's 9-month check up and clever baby that he is, decided it was a good time to show off his first tooth. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Nick has a tooth! I'm not sure when exactly it poked through, either overnight or this morning, but it just appeared, so that's good. At 9 and a half months he is no longer toothless. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for his other check up statistics he is 29.5 in, which means he is officially too long for his infant carrier, which has a maximum height limit of 29 in. So we were instructed by the pediatrician to get a new one asap. Since my MIL will also need a new one, we will get two of them this weekend. He is also Just shy of 19 lbs, weighing in at 18 lbs 15 and 3/4 oz. His height puts him just shy of the 90&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile and his weight puts him in the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile, which is a decrease from where he was at his last check up - in the 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile for weight, although height and head circumference (25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) have stayed on course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He did not need any shots today, which pleased Gabriel, who didn't want them to hurt his baby. He did have to have a little blood drawn - just a toe prick - for an iron test, which bothered Gabriel, but Nick was more interested in the band aid they applied afterwards and didn't cry at all. He was happy to show off just how energetic he is, and all his skills - sitting, crawling, pulling himself up, clapping. He got good marks, which is always nice to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am doing well, so far, with my workouts this week. I have done 30 Day Shred twice, workout 1 and 2 of my Jillian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Michaels&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;iFit&lt;/span&gt; cards, and level 1 and 2 of Biggest Loser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cardio&lt;/span&gt; Max. Hopefully it makes a difference in my weight. I have also managed to stay right around my calorie count on The Daily Plate, so between the two...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School started up yesterday, so I will again have very little time. I am now taking RES342 through University of Phoenix. However, blogging  as a break from homework, is an easy transition since everything is online. This course looks like it is going to be a heavy workload, and of course, team assignments are always my highlight, what with people not participating, not understanding the assignment, or waiting until the last minute to turn in their portions, it makes it an adventure... but I suppose that is part of life, which I guess is a good thing to learn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I better go finish my homework for the night. Plus Nick will probably wake up soon. We are now trying to sleep train him at the doctor's suggestion, so this next wake up will be his last feeding of the night, then well, have you ever heard a banshee scream? Yeah, it will be a little like that when Nick doesn't get his way, i.e. Mommy as a pacifier. Sigh, oh well, it has to be done. We all need to sleep more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-7888710403356727642?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/7888710403356727642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-last-tooth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/7888710403356727642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/7888710403356727642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-last-tooth.html' title='At Last, A Tooth!'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-4971660387164431124</id><published>2009-01-06T08:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:01:47.927-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nine-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biggest loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iFit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jillian michaels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>Wedding and Workouts</title><content type='html'>It's Tuesday, and I returned from Seattle early Friday (via a red-eye, ouch), so I have no excuse for why I haven't posted. So I will now write my synopsis of the wedding. It was beautiful and my brother looked so happy. And isn't that what is important? That he's happy? The ceremony was short, but it was nice because it included specific comments about why they loved each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride's dress was gorgeous and the bridesmaid dresses were very pretty, I loved the color - a purple called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lapis&lt;/span&gt;. And did you know that Men's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wearhouse&lt;/span&gt; is tied to David's Bridal? I didn't either, but the Groom's vests and ties were the exact same shade as the dresses. The reception took place in the lobby outside the chapel. The church is the one the bride has gone to her whole life and it is huge. Poor Nick. He was fine until Pigpen and I walked in to the chapel and then he started crying because he wanted one of us, rather than my mother, to hold him. I felt so bad, it had been a long few days for him. My mom's friend took him outside the chapel for the service and I felt really bad for her. He SCREAMED the entire time she had him. In his defense he had never met her before, but I know it must have been difficult for her, plus she missed the ceremony. It was really really sweet of her to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice time at the reception. Three of my mom's siblings came (she's one of six, and two do not live in the area) and I was finally able to introduce them to Pigpen. I know, we've been together for five and half years and they had never met him. We spent much of the reception at our table playing this convoluted movie title game, which was fun. They cake was lovely, very simple - three tiers with purple flowers, white cake, butter cream frosting and I believe raspberry filling. The best man and the maid of honor were the only ones to toast. I really enjoyed the best man's toast - he and my brother have been best friends since 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade (they're 24 now) and it was both funny and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to other topics I started my Jillian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Michaels&lt;/span&gt; workout routine last night. I did one of the 20-minute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iFit&lt;/span&gt; routines on my treadmill (BTW, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;iFit&lt;/span&gt; cards only work with Nordic Track treadmills) and then I did Level 1 of her 30 Day Shred video, which was a good work out but not too hard for someone who is still a little out of shape. It did not feel as hard as her Biggest Winner videos. It took me a long time to decide to buy 30 Day Shred. I Googled it and read a lot of reviews, which were mostly positive, before I made the purchase and I'm glad I did. It's a nice solid work out, although I do agree with some of the negatives - the big ones for me are no triceps work and no ab stretching, but I can do that on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to work out 5-6 days a week for about 40 minutes. I know I'm only supposed to do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;iFit&lt;/span&gt; routines 3 days a week (each card has 24 work outs, so its an 8 week program if you do it 3 days per week), and I think I'm supposed to do the 30 Day Shred every day. So I'm not sure if I plan to do additional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; on my non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;iFit&lt;/span&gt; days or if I'm going to do some sort of stretching. The &lt;a href="http://www.beachbody.com/product/fitness_programs/slim_in_6.do"&gt;Slim in 6&lt;/a&gt; series has a good 15 minute stretch segment on the videos and my &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lindsay-Fitness-Complete-Pregnancy-4-Pack/dp/B000YA4F2K/ref=sr_1_21?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1231250810&amp;amp;sr=8-21"&gt;Moms into Fitness&lt;/a&gt; has some nice yoga segments, so I might follow it up with one of those. I could also do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pilates&lt;/span&gt; for extra ab work. So many options. I still have about 10 lbs of baby weight to lose and 3o lbs to be where I want to be, which may be unrealistic, but it can't hurt to try as long as I'm eating well and not overworking myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Jillian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Michaels&lt;/span&gt; - the new series of Biggest Loser starts tonight. I am hoping I like these contestants better than the ones from last season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-4971660387164431124?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/4971660387164431124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/weddings-and-workouts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4971660387164431124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4971660387164431124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2009/01/weddings-and-workouts.html' title='Wedding and Workouts'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-181558505498309857</id><published>2009-01-05T14:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:02:08.933-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iFit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yes Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>New Year's Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before?&lt;/p&gt;Finished my Associates Degree the day before I had my second child, and then started my Bachelor's Degree three weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did not keep my New Year's Resolutions - my goal was to lose my baby weight before the New Year, and I did not succeed. However, I have a long list of resolutions for 2009, to include losing the last of my baby weight and getting down to my "ideal" weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a good friend give birth in addition to myself. That was fun... Mr. Nicholas had to have a more traumatic birth then his older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Grandmother passed away after suffering a massive stroke. I miss her a great deal. She had only been retired for three years (she was 81) and had been a nurse since WWII. She was an on-call nurse and raised six children at a time when most women did not work outside of the home. After her initial retirement she became a traveling nurse to see the country. She was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did not step foot outside of the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In 2009 I would like to have time to relax (I know, who am I kidding, two children, school, and work, plus a husband, where would I find the time). Also some girls-nights-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;March 23rd and 24th. March 23rd I completed my Associates Degree and March 24th I delivered Nicholas via c-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would have to say having my second child. Although I also got a raise and a promotion in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not losing all my baby weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a few bad colds, nothing major, although recovering from my c-section was painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Nordic Track iFit capable treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our troops overseas and Barack Obama (whatever your affiliation, he ran a fairly clean campaign, and I personally am I excited for his Presidency).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The media - can't we get unbiased coverage of news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After bills it went to my children (Damn you, Baby Gap!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My new Jillian Michaels iFit cards, my new Coach purse (first designer purse), my baby's birthdays (birth and 3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't really have a specific song - but I think I'll go with Taylor Swift's Our Song or Britney Spears' Womanizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;a) happier or sadder? happier - I have another beautiful baby!&lt;br /&gt;b) thinner or fatter? thinner - I'm no longer pregnant&lt;br /&gt;c) richer or poorer? richer - I did get a raise, as did my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done more of?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Working out while pregnant, also writing in my children's baby books (so bad at that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;19. What do you wish you’d done less of?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stressing about things, especially school, my lack of time to organize pictures and write in baby books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas?&lt;/p&gt;Locally with my husband, children and in-laws. Went to see Yes Man (silly plot, but very very funny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2008?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was already in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;22. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/p&gt;Bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;24. What was the best book you read?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't read any memorable books last year - I only had time for fluff (aka regencies), textbooks and magazines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;25. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;iTunes playlists (okay so I'm a little behind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;26. What did you want and get?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New Coach Purse, Jillian Michael's iFit cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;27. What did you want and not get?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wii and Wii Fit (I actually bought both at one point and returned them due to my lack of time for pretty much anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;28. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My favorite film of this year was probably Yes Man, just because it made me laugh the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went out to Red Lobster for my birthday and I turned 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;/p&gt;New mom (it needed to be easy put on, easy to clean and camouflage my post-pregnancy figure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. What kept you sane?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was most interested in Barack Obama and the Pitt-Jolie Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;34. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;35. Who did you miss?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My family - it's hard living on the other side of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;36. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't really meet anybody new except my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is short and your babies grow up quickly, enjoy them while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Baby lyrics (Britney Spears)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny hands, yes that's you&lt;br /&gt;And all you show, it's simply true&lt;br /&gt;I smell your breath,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how,&lt;br /&gt;I've lived my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;'Cause without you,&lt;br /&gt;How did I get through&lt;br /&gt;All of my days, without you?&lt;br /&gt;Now living with you,&lt;br /&gt;See everything's true&lt;br /&gt;My baby it's you&lt;br /&gt;My baby, my baby, my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no words at all,&lt;br /&gt;So tiny and small&lt;br /&gt;In love I fall,&lt;br /&gt;So deep, so deep&lt;br /&gt;My precious love,&lt;br /&gt;Sent from above&lt;br /&gt;My baby boo,&lt;br /&gt;God I thank you, God I thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause without you,&lt;br /&gt;How did I get through&lt;br /&gt;(How'd I get through)&lt;br /&gt;All of my days, without you?&lt;br /&gt;Now living with you,&lt;br /&gt;See everything's true&lt;br /&gt;My baby it's you&lt;br /&gt;(My baby it's you)&lt;br /&gt;My baby, my baby, my baby &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-181558505498309857?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/181558505498309857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/181558505498309857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/181558505498309857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-quiz.html' title='New Year&apos;s Quiz'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-3372528633029606014</id><published>2008-12-29T08:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:02:35.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nine-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jillian michaels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airplane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>Trains, Planes, and Treadmills</title><content type='html'>Christmas was very nice. The boys got way too many gifts, as usual. They got to open a ton of presents from Santa, Mommy and Daddy, and later, from Grandma and Grandpa (aka MIL and FIL). And of course, Gabriel was more interested in Nick's toys than he was in his own. Toys like music rattles, a squeaky hammer, and little people arctic animals. Of course Gabriel did get playdoh. Lots of playdoh. Way too much playdoh. Not to mention numerous puzzles, books, and games. My mom got him two of the games, the Lady Bug game looks really cute, but I'm not sure about the other one. It looks like it involves way too much effort on my part. But we'll see. However, keeping with tradition it is a bee game, and well my mother loves bees, and Gabriel  is  good with calling her Grandma Bee. My dad got them gifts from a wish list I created at a local educational toy store. It was better this way. The toys are age-appropriate and mommy approved. My brother picked out his his gifts with the help of his fiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and let's not forget the train set from Grandma and Grandpa. It's not the [super expensive] Thomas the Train set, but it is on the same scale. It was a [much cheaper] Target version. We got him a 120-piece set to go with it, that included cars, track, buildings and people. It's very cute. Nick thinks that the pieces are perfect for chewing on. However, my MIL makes sure that there are numerous age-appropriate toys nearby so that she can distract him when needed. He gets rather angry if you take something from him that he wants to play with or chew on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited - For Christmas (from my MIL and FIL, SIL, and husband) I got the Lose Weight and Bootcamp &lt;a href="http://shop.ifit.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/Category_-1_13051_14902_23505_Y"&gt;iFit&lt;/a&gt; cards from Jillian Michaels and am ready to finally not only lose the last of my baby weight, but also get down to my "ideal" weight. I have a NordicTrack Treadmill, that is wonderful, so the cards just make it even more so, since you don't have to think about the speed or inclinde. I also purchased Jillian Michael's 30-day Shred video. I'm not going to start my new routine until next week due to the Seattle trip, but I will post stats and let you know how its going once I get started.  I have high hopes. I just need to make time. Not sure where since Santa didn't bring me that 25th hour of the day like I requested, so I will have to make do with the 24 I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Seattle, Pigpen, Nick, and I leave tomorrow morning. Luckily the we have straight flights, unluckily that means LONG hours spent on an airplane. My MIL is spending the night so that she can drive us to the airport and then take Gabriel to their country house for the week. She'll come back Friday to pick us up from the airport and take Nick home with her, so Pigpen and I can get some sleep after our red-eye. Sounds like so much fun, doesn't it? I mean who doesn't want to travel cross-country with a 9-month-old on their lap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for those that were keeping track Nick is 9-months, 5-days and still has no teeth, not even part of a tooth. None. But he'll eat anything, so he has that going for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-3372528633029606014?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/3372528633029606014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/trains-planes-and-treadmills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/3372528633029606014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/3372528633029606014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/trains-planes-and-treadmills.html' title='Trains, Planes, and Treadmills'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-6284759150863797929</id><published>2008-12-22T13:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:09:48.773-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschooler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eight-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumping'/><title type='text'>Milk and Cookies</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Gabriel and I made frosted, sprinkled, sugar cookies. It's a family tradition, one I remember fondly from when I was growing up and want to continue doing with my family. However, unlike my mother I do not make my dough or my frosting from scratch. The dough was courtesy of Toll House and the frosting was courtesy of Duncan Hines. And you know what? It's still a lot of freaking work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had to divide out the frosting and color it - I went simple only red, green, or white (also known as not colored). Then there's the dough, you still have to use flour so it does not stick and break out the rolling pin if you plan to use cookie cutters. I don't spend a lot of time in the kitchen (mainly because I don't have a lot of time, partly because I have yet to have a decently sized kitchen), so I have a grand total of one baking sheet, which could fix a grand total of 6 cookies. So it took a while to just get the cookies baked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there was the entertainment that was Gabriel frosting and sprinkling the cookies. Also the mess (SPRINKLES EVERYWHERE - I'll be probably still be finding sprinkles at Easter). I'm not a patient person by nature, I've had to really try since becoming a parent. Gabriel tests every shred of patience I am able to muster, and sometimes fail to muster. So cookie decorating was quite a trial, between my lack of patience, and his. Still it was fun, if messy, and he enjoyed it, which was the point, so I guess it was a success. He still needed help with the decorating as he managed to glob frosting on the center and dump way too many sprinkles on each cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the milk, I really I am getting tired of pumping. I like breastfeeding my baby, I really do. Especially our cuddles before bed, but the pumping is getting old. I'm working at a different location this week and don't have my office or the spare office to pump in. So I am having to pump in the locker room, in the basement. The only bench in this locker room is on one side of the room and the only plug is on the other and my cord is not long enough to stretch between the two. However there is a little closet just big enough for me to sit in right next to the plug. So that is what I have resorted to - sitting in the closet on the floor while I pump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to introduce some formula, just so that Nick is used to it when there are times I don't have enough milk pumped for him. I still hope to have him partially breastfed until his 1st birthday, but foresee formula becoming a little more frequent. However he was still completely breastfed up until his 8th month and has had very little formula since then, only the occasional bottle. My job is starting to get more demanding of my time, so if the time comes I don't want to cold turkey breast milk without him being familiar with formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love nursing Nick in the evenings and I will miss it when we stop. He is so warm and cuddly and content when he is nursing. It's hard to believe he's already 9-months. Time has flown by so quickly and before I know it my babies will be graduating high school, and as eager as I am to see what kind of men they grow up to be, I can't help but ache for the babies they will leave behind. Gabriel is already almost 3 and a half and it just breaks my heart to think of how quickly he has grown. That's part of the reason I can't completely rule out a third child, since I am not yet ready to give up my baby days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-6284759150863797929?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/6284759150863797929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/milk-and-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/6284759150863797929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/6284759150863797929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/milk-and-cookies.html' title='Milk and Cookies'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-3634189952107403179</id><published>2008-12-18T22:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:06:45.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother-in-law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschooler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eight-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Morning Observations</title><content type='html'>5:55 Gabriel wakes up and calls for Daddy, who is already at work. After getting no response he then calls for Mommy. Mommy is in bed with Nick, who she brought in with her when he woke up at 3:30. Mommy carefully moves Nick to the middle of the bed and surrounds him with pillows before going to check on Gabriel. Gabriel wants her to sleep on the floor with him. Mommy says no, she is going back to her bed, since she has to get up soon to get ready for work, tells him it's too early to get up, gives him a kiss and goes back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 Mommy's alarm goes off. Mommy hits the snooze button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:05 Gabriel calls for mommy again. Mommy turns off her alarm (clock, not preschooler) and goes to see what Gabriel needs. Again he asks her to sleep with him. Mommy tells him she can't, she has to go get ready for work, but please go back to sleep, it's too early for you to be up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:10 Mommy brushes her teeth, and rinses with mouth wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15 Gabriel comes into the bedroom. Mommy gives up hope that he will sleep or even rest any longer and turns on Playhouse Disney. Usually the TV does not get turned on until 6:30, when Johnny and the Sprites comes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:16 Nick tries to attack Daddy's laptop, which is sitting on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:20 Nick tries again to attack Daddy's laptop. Mommy goes to get him. Realizes he has a smelly diaper, so she changes him and gets him dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:25 Returns to bedroom to try and get ready. Gabriel hops up and tries to launch himself at her, so Mommy gives him a hug and then decides to dress him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 Mommy finally gets dressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:35 Mommy removes Nick from Daddy's laptop yet again (why is that darn thing still down there?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:40 Mommy realizes that doing anything "fancy" with her hair is not happening and pulls it back into a ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:45 Mommy picks up Nick and takes him downstairs with her while she turns on her coffee and brings her lunch and the boys bags (Nick's diaper bag and Gabe's Handy Manny back pack) to the car. Mommy turns on the car so it will be warm when they leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:50 Mommy takes Nick back upstairs and brings Gabriel his banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:55 Mommy finally has on some makeup (concealer and mascara) and puts Nick in car seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 Mommy, Gabriel, and Nick go downstairs. Mommy pours her coffee and everybody goes out to the car. Gabriel gets his shoes and the Christmas lights get turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:05 Mommy pulls out of the driveway. Gabriel asks Mommy (as he does EVERY morning) why we turned the Christmas lights off. Mommy replies because it is morning. Gabriel then states that its still dark out. Mommy replies that we have to leave when its dark out, so we unplug the lights before we leave since we will not be home when its light out. Gabriel then states that those people over there (pointing to whichever random house with lights we happen to be passing) still have their lights on. To which Mommy replies, well they are probably still sleeping (which is what Mommy still really wishes she was doing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:08 Drive by "Secret Squirrel Road" (nickname Mommy gave an alternate route to Grandma's and really wishes she hadn't) and have Gabriel ask why can't we go that way. To which Mommy replies we are leaving early enough that the normal way will be quicker (the normal route is a shorter distance, however if you don't leave at the right time, it gets backed up and takes much longer than the alternate route).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:10 Drive by local farm. Gabriel asks why we can't see the lights on the windmill (which are faint and can only be seen when it is really dark). Mommy replies because it is getting light out. Gabriel then points out that he can see all the other lights at the farm (which is decorated to the nines).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:15 Arrive at Grandma's (a.k.a. Mommy's MIL) and drop off Nick while Grandma gives Gabriel some juice and feeds him some apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:20 Arrive at Gabriel's preschool. Drop all his stuff off in his classroom and get his cheerios and and water cup out of his bag. Also his snack, which Mommy leaves at the front of his cubby and reminds him that he has. Mommy has Gabriel help her fill up his water cup and then they go in the "eating room", which is what Gabriel calls the room where his age groups sits if they arrive before 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:25 Mommy kisses Gabriel goodbye and drives to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:32 Mommy arrives at work - is it time to go home yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-3634189952107403179?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/3634189952107403179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/morning-observations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/3634189952107403179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/3634189952107403179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/morning-observations.html' title='Morning Observations'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-4247069689693098536</id><published>2008-12-17T11:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:03:32.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuddling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eight-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIL'/><title type='text'>Cuddles and Conversation</title><content type='html'>If it were up to me, I would not get out of bed until 10 a.m. on most mornings. That would be followed by a leisurely breakfast consisting of pancakes, eggs, and bacon, and some coffee, preferably a latte from Starbucks. In fact that was pretty close to my routine on the weekends before I had children. Now I am lucky to be in bed past 6:30 a.m. on any given day. So I am probably not the best person for Gabriel to have a conversation with on the way to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MIL's&lt;/span&gt; in the mornings. But I am his only option since Nick hasn't quite mastered the fine are of comprehensible speech. Still, he does try and I do try my best to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of our conversations revolve around Grandma and how she does X,Y, and Z better than Mommy. These conversations ultimately end in, "Well, I'm not Grandma." And sometimes, "Well I'm not Daddy." This may indicate where I stand on Gabriel's list of favorite people. On all probability Grandpa, Nick, his six-year-old female second cousin, his aunt, and my in-law's two Chihuahuas probably rank higher - most of the time. Occasionally he wants me above everybody else, but those times are few and far between. Mostly I just hear about Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning he decided to complain about his car-seat (which he has been since he outgrew his infant carrier) and how it was "scratchy" (it's actually very soft and plush, almost like an easy chair) and how it wasn't like the one in Grandma's van. We also had a conversation about school buses. He wanted to know why the buses had a blinking light on top. I believe my answer was "those lights are to make sure people notice them even when they are not stopped to pick up children because they could stop at any time to pick up children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also usually have to talk about the local farm (or rather local flower-stand/Halloween extravaganza/Christmas tree merchant), as I think it stopped being just a "local farm" years ago. It is currently selling Christmas trees and has just about everything covered in Christmas lights, to include an old rusted truck and their windmill. Yesterday he asked me why the old rusted tractor didn't have lights on it. Oh and why don't the trees have lights on them? And why are the lights over the trees on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire time Gabriel and I are talking or attempting to talk Nick is either talking to his reflection in the mirror on the front of his seat or yelling about being in his car seat and not having anyone entertaining him. Luckily it is only a 10-15 minute drive to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MIL's&lt;/span&gt;, so even if he does decide to yell the whole time, we don't have long before I am at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MIL's&lt;/span&gt; and can get him out. I am rewarded with a nice cuddle when I do. He dislikes his car-seat with a passion and feels betrayed whenever he is put in there especially when I pick him up at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick is a very cuddly baby. I think he would happily sleep a lot more than he does if only he could sleep on me. Last night, for example, he fell asleep on the way home from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MIL's&lt;/span&gt;, and when I went to get him out at dinner time, he promptly buried his face in my shoulder and went back to sleep. He is also more than happy to sleep on me after nursing or with me in the bed in the morning. It's nice sometimes, as I didn't have that with Gabriel. Gabriel was not a cuddly baby, to to say he didn't like to be held, he just didn't like to be cuddled, least of all by me. He was just much to fidgety to be able to cuddle. It was hard at night because often I was his only option, since Pigpen was working nights at the time, and he didn't want me, he wanted Daddy or Grandma, neither of whom was there. I am tired now with Nick, since he still doesn't sleep through the night, but with Gabriel I was exhausted. Nick I can easily get to go back to sleep. I would often spend half the night trying to get Gabriel to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days Gabriel loves to get hugs and kisses and wants either Mommy or Daddy to sleep with him, but no cuddling. He may want to hold your hand or your arm while he's going to sleep, but he doesn't want to be cuddled. He really just wants somebody there. And there are very rare occasions when he sleeps well in our bed, so usually I try to avoid it, since nobody really sleeps well when he sleeps with us. He also likes to sit in my lap during story time, and sometimes when he's watching TV. It's nice, as I like to have him close to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-4247069689693098536?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/4247069689693098536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/cuddles-and-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4247069689693098536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4247069689693098536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/cuddles-and-conversation.html' title='Cuddles and Conversation'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-690201340931165923</id><published>2008-12-17T10:53:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:03:49.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giraffe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschooler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teething'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picky eater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eight-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkeys'/><title type='text'>Progress Report</title><content type='html'>My three-year-old: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is understandable when he speaks 95% of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Uses long phrases when speaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can count to ten, and often to 20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Recognizes most of his letters when asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can identify the letters that words start with, even when looking at just a picture (such as a cat) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Knows all of his colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Knows all of his basic shapes, as well as octagon (thank you Mickey Mouse Club House) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Likes animals, particularly monkeys and cats (but not kittens) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Likes cooking, especially when the result is something sweet, such as cookies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Likes building, either with blocks or "helping" with tools &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Likes playing doctor, and really likes wearing band aids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Likes to play with play doh - particularly his Word World set that can smells fruity and comes with shape molds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Likes to put together puzzles and is pretty good at the large 30 piece puzzles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Likes to play games - the Cranium games for young children are a favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves to read, although he is not able to actually read whole words yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is a very picky eater (meals usually consist some combination of peanut butter either plain or on a bread, macaroni and cheese, plain whole wheat spaghetti noodles, cheerios, animal crackers, corn tortilla chips, plain hamburger without the bun, french fries, pepperoni pizza, bananas, strawberries, grapes, apples, orange juice, chocolate milk, apple juice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My 8-month-old (okay 8 months, 3 weeks):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can sit up (6 months) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Crawl (6 months, 1 week) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pull himself to standing (6 months, 1 week) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Says something that sounds like hi (6 months, 3 weeks) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Says Dada (7 months) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Says Mama (7 months 2 weeks) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Clap (8 months, 2 weeks) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wave (8 months, 2 weeks) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves to cuddle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves to "attack" his older brother (usually involves hair-pulling) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Likes red, particularly red furry things, such as Elmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Likes Giraffes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Likes books, particularly touch and feel books &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is fascinated by electric cords, particularly those attached to laptops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Will eat anything (he has tried to eat pizza, hamburger meat, and pancakes - all courtesy of his big brother who abandoned them within his reach) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Still has no teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-690201340931165923?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/690201340931165923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/progress-report_17.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/690201340931165923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/690201340931165923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/progress-report_17.html' title='Progress Report'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-2084791370661958452</id><published>2008-12-16T10:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:04:21.659-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother-in-law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschooler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eight-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>I'm Getting Better</title><content type='html'>First off, I am starting to feel better. The cold has settled mostly in my sinuses, so the fact that Nick really didn't sleep last night, didn't affect me as much as it would have a couple nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday evening we took Gabriel and Nick to see Elmo Goes Green. It was very cute, with a large cast of characters besides Elmo. The show was about where to plant Elmo's sunflower named Sunny, which had grown too large for its pot. It was very cute, and while I am certainly not a huge fan of Elmo, my children are, especially my baby. There were lots of songs to dance to and the characters would regularly come out into the audience, much to the delight of Gabriel (although he is more of a Playhouse Disney kind of kid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that the show was an hour and a half, Nick was more than happy to stay on my lap the whole time. Sometimes he played with me (also known as bounce on mommy, bat at mommy, grab mommy's face, blow raspberries at mommy, and cuddle mommy), other times he happily munched on cheerios, and others he looked at the stage and giggle at Elmo. He wasn't really interested in what was going on unless Elmo was on stage. We had floor seats and Pigpen sat on the end with Gabriel so that he could make sure he didn't wander too far away. At the very end Gabriel went up to the stage (with Pigpen following) and was able to get hugs from both Cookie Monster (my favorite) and Grover. Nick was too busy being fascinated with the giant Elmo balloons that were sold during intermission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought their pajamas with us, as well as a mini meal and toothbrush for Gabriel, so that we could change them after the show and have them both fall asleep on the way home. I brought a couple of bottles of pumped milk with me so that I could feed Nick while we were driving and then pump after he fell asleep. It worked out well, the show was over at about 6:30, and we were on the road by 7:00, so they we kept them pretty much on schedule for bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime is really important as I try to ensure that the both get as close to 12 hours of sleep at night, minus night wake ups (rare for Gabriel, regular for Nick). Naps are hit or miss. My MIL has a hard time letting either of them fuss for even a second, so usually that results in them not napping. Gabriel gave up his morning naps at 6 months and his afternoon naps at about 18 months. Regardless of my consistency with naps on the weekend with Nick, it will eventual be a futile task, as it is hard to enforce in two days, what goes unenforced the other five. It was the same way with Gabriel. Not that I don't think he still needs a nap. Once we hit the 5 O'clock witching hour... watch out! Not a fun way to spend the evening. As much as I love him, it is hard to keep my patience when he is doing everything he can to test it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Elmo, we still had the fun of getting ready for work on Monday. I also had a lot of homework to do. The fact that I wasn't feeling well did not help my brilliance in responding to my classmates postings. Why, I thought finishing my degree while working full-time, with two small children was a good idea, I don't know. Oh wait, I didn't. Pigpen did. Not that I don't want my degree, I do. I also started taking classes again a year before Nick was born, and thus three months before he was conceived, so my time wasn't as constrained when I started. I even planned Nick's birth around the last day of my last class for my Associates Degree. My class finished on March 23rd. He was born on March 24th (scheduled induction, which ended as an emergency c-section).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long since I have had the opportunity to read a book, but I have a break coming up over the holidays, so hopefully I can get through 1 or 2, plus get caught up on the pile of magazines I have on my nightstand. Although, I do have that trip to Seattle over New Year's for my brother's wedding. So that may curtail my plans to get much reading done before I start classes again.Yes, my brother is getting married on New Year's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, his wedding is on the opposite side of the country from where I live. Yes, I just found out about it the week before Thanksgiving. And yes, both Pigpen and I are in the wedding. Doesn't that sound like fun? However, we are only bringing Nick with us, and staying with my mom. Gabe will stay with my MIL while we're gone. As much as he would like being in a plane, the length of confinement and the quick pace of the time in Seattle, just would unpleasant for him. And really unfair. So we decided to only bring Nick, since he is still nursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigpen's consolation prize for flying on his birthday to Seattle for my brother's wedding with a baby is Jack in the Box - namely an Ultimate Cheeseburger and Mozzarella Sticks. The bonus prize for me is wearing a dress that I have never tried on, and guessed on the measurements, in the wedding. And no, I have not regained my pre-baby figure, so I am not exactly enthused about wearing a bridesmaid dress. But hey, new shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-2084791370661958452?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/2084791370661958452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-getting-better_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/2084791370661958452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/2084791370661958452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-getting-better_17.html' title='I&apos;m Getting Better'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-2611425025414405477</id><published>2008-12-13T21:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:01:07.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>I'm Not Dead</title><content type='html'>So the fates conspired against me on Thursday. Not only did I come down with a very nasty cold courtesy of one darling baby, I also started my first post-pregnancy period. And, since I am still breastfeeding, and thus still on progesterone-only pills, it came complete with cramping and breast tenderness. The sore throat and coughing are so bad, that I am starting to lose my voice. So between the two, I feel like I was hit by a semi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately there is no taking a break to recover for me. I have homework to do and babies to care for. Also Elmo to see. Tomorrow. At 4:30. Yay... In a pre-child world I would spend all day in bed recovering. Unfortunately Gabriel will be up no later than 6:30, and that's on a good day. And Nick will get up no fewer than two times between 10 and 5, also on a good night, and well he has a cold, so probably not going to be a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am debating on whether or not I should go to urgent care in the morning. On the one-hand it is more expensive than just waiting to go to the doctor, and if it's just a cold, there is really nothing they can do for me. On the other hand, it is more convenient than my primary care, and my pharmacy is in the same shopping center, complete with a Starbucks, and it is possible I have an ear infection... Did I mention Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do have an infection of some sort, it would be nice to get antibiotics. I have such fond memories of the bottle of pink-stuff (also known as amoxicillin)that seemed to have a permanent place in our fridge when I was a child. I guess I will see how I feel in the morning and make the decision then. Also, did I mention Starbucks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-2611425025414405477?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/2611425025414405477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/2611425025414405477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/2611425025414405477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m Not Dead'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-3319890705329605681</id><published>2008-12-10T20:54:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:59:33.036-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschooler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eight-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Watching You</title><content type='html'>The relationship that is developing between my boys, is the reason I always wanted to have more than one child. They adore each other. Nick just lights up when he hears Gabe or when he notices that Gabe has entered the room. He will immediately crawl over to Gabe and try to attack him, although I think he is trying to give him a hug and then engage him in play, but he's only eight and a half months old, and well, still working on his fine motor skills. So it really just ends up being him lunging at Gabe and grabbing whatever he can - usually hair. And then giggling, because he's so pleased to be playing with Gabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one of the cutest or saddest, depending upon how you look at it, displays of his adoration of Gabe are when he is staring at Gabe playing in his playroom. Originally the playroom was a place to keep Gabe, and his stuff, contained, even for a moment. Gabe quickly learned how to open the doors to the playroom, so that didn't last long. However, it is now a place to contain Gabe's toys, many of which would be hazardous to a baby. Nick, however, desperately wants to be in the playroom playing with Gabe, and loves to watch him play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-3319890705329605681?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/3319890705329605681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/watching-you_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/3319890705329605681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/3319890705329605681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/watching-you_10.html' title='Watching You'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-4368498385099309642</id><published>2008-12-09T20:37:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:05:17.754-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschooler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eight-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>' Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the gap in posting. I have been really busy lately - between decorating for Christmas and tons of homework. Also, I was sick for part of the weekend, but I'm better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel is so excited about Christmas. In his opinion our outside Christmas lights and our Christmas tree lights should be on all the time. Then again he also thinks sleeping is only for dark time, unless it is like 5 in the morning and dark, then he's not tired anymore. Personally I'd happily sleep in until 10, maybe noon, and take naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tree is covered in ornaments, including small non-breakable ornaments on the lower branches that Gabriel put up. What this means of course is that they are at the perfect level for one small baby child to pull them off the tree and stick them in his mouth, as that is where EVERYTHING must go. Not that he doesn't have plenty of age appropriate toys perfect for putting in his mouth, he does, I assure you, but his toys are not nearly as interesting as those hanging from the Christmas tree. Hence the gate around the tree. So festive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280815274509380258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6WqIVSJbyU/SUk5g2GWqqI/AAAAAAAAABs/nnvuJ85qM_s/s320/DSC_1419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stockings are hung by the chimney (er gas fireplace, no chimney) with care. The Christmas movies are stacked next to the DVD player in the family room. The manger scene is set up (all the inn, and the Three Wise men with their caravan) - very cute, its Fisher Price Little People, which translates into chewing for Nick and noise making to Gabriel (when you press the angel on the manger it plays the tune to Away in the Manger). We also put up a Little People Night Before Christmas set, which consists of the North Pole, an elf, Santa's Sleigh, Santa's toy bag, Santa, and nine miniature reindeer, the ninth of which, is most certainly not Rudolph (no red nose).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also put up my advent calendar, or rather the advent calendar my mother made me when I was little and I inherited. It, however, is by the front door, which is gated off from the living room and playroom. If it were too accessible, it wouldn't last long - between Gabriel consistently wanting to rearrange the ornaments and Nick wanting to chew on the ornaments (see picture of baby with toy in his mouth, above)... so Gabriel can only put up an ornament when I am with him and Nick can't get near it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next trick will be to wrap their presents. We have them all gathered in the basement, along with the wrapping paper, and bows, and name tags, but not one has come anywhere close to being wrapped. I also still need to get a few more little things for Pigpen, to include stocking stuffers. Not that he really understands the value of stocking stuffers. But it is a thing with me, as it was always important when I was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, or I should say Pigpen, have successfully sent out our Christmas cards, as well as the presents for my parents, my brother, and his brother. So that's one thing done. We also have the appointment made and the outfits bought for the boys' Christmas pictures. Although we did take a home picture for the Christmas cards. We have been going to the same place since Gabriel was three-months-old, and I plan to continue until the boys are grown. They are more expensive than other studios, but I am always satisfied with the quality, and they allow us to digitally view our pictures and provide the prints the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280815416641686034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6WqIVSJbyU/SUk5pHlVihI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lAfpKA-pFdw/s320/DSC_1236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-4368498385099309642?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/4368498385099309642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4368498385099309642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4368498385099309642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season_17.html' title='&apos; Tis the Season'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w6WqIVSJbyU/SUk5g2GWqqI/AAAAAAAAABs/nnvuJ85qM_s/s72-c/DSC_1419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-7349280231491916029</id><published>2008-12-02T21:05:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:05:33.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother-in-law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart murmur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschooler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pediatrician'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><title type='text'>If I Only Had a Heart</title><content type='html'>Gabriel had an appointment with a children's cardiologist today. It was very convenient as he comes once a week to our pediatrician's office. Gabriel had a heart murmur at birth, which resulted in many trips to the NICU during our three-day hospital stay. However, we were told that it went away before we left the hospital. A couple months ago, however, he came down a really bad cold with a hacking cough and fever (not pleasant, poor thing, he was having a hard time sleeping). It got really bad over a weekend and a brought him into the local urgent care. The doctor there mentioned that he had a heart murmur and recommended we follow up with our pediatrician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pediatrician said he didn't think it was anything serious, but he recommended that we make an appointment with the cardiologist that visits every week just to be sure. They did both an EKG and an ultrasound and while he does have a heart murmur - three different ones, actually - none of them are serious and will not affect his ability to play sports, should he desire to do so. Gabriel was so good for the appointment. He wouldn't talk to the doctor or his nurse, but he was very cooperative, despite the fact that he had to be very still for long periods (a couple minutes for the EKG, about 15 for the ultrasound). He was rewarded with stickers, which are always a hit. I am glad we got him checked out and even more glad that it was nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also my birthday. Yes, I share the same birthday as Britney Spears, and coincidentally, I am exactly the same age. It was nice. I actually got the new Britney CD from Pigpen (have you heard her Womanizer single, it's pretty catchy). And Gabriel made me cupcakes. Well, he helped my MIL make me cupcakes - chocolate, with chocolate frosting. We dropped him off at my MIL's after his appointment and they made cupcakes. It was so cute, they had me close my eyes when I walked into the house and then they put a party hat on me, Gabriel, and Nick and had me blow out the candles (matches) in two cupcakes while they sang me happy birthday. I also got a present from my mom (pumpkin candy and candle, always a hit), a gift card from my dad, an e-card from my brother, a candle and Burt's Bees products from my SIL, and a nice card from my MIL and FIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go out to dinner tonight, but we are going out in a couple of weeks. Pigpen's birthday is on the 30th. So we're going out to lunch, just the two of us, on the 13th and then that evening we're going out to dinner with his parents. The next day we're going to Elmo Live. I'll have to remember to tell you how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-7349280231491916029?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/7349280231491916029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-only-had-heart_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/7349280231491916029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/7349280231491916029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-only-had-heart_02.html' title='If I Only Had a Heart'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-7678913991141888458</id><published>2008-12-01T21:15:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:06:31.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschooler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedtime stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eight-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Bedtime Stories</title><content type='html'>My favorite part of my boys night time routine has always been bedtime stories, and not because it is the last activity before they go to sleep. Not that I don't enjoy the three hours between their bedtime and mine. I can spend that time exercising, doing homework, maybe relaxing, which usually involve watching TV or reading, sometime in a bath and sometimes with wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. Reading has always been a favorite pastime of mine, so I was eager to share it with my children. I have been reading to Gabriel since I brought him home from the hospital. Gabriel also really enjoys story time. He will even stay up past bedtime sometimes and flip through his books. Not that he can read yet, but he still loves to look at the pictures. Nick also seems to be fascinated by books. And not just to chew on. He loves books that have things to feel, and anything that involves Elmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always read them three books before bed. Two for Gabriel and one for Nick. Gabe loves to sit in my lap while I read him his two stories. During this time Nick is roaming around on the bed. Sometimes he'll play with a toy, sometimes he'll try to attack Gabriel or the book. Other times, if Pigpen has the computer on the bed he'll try to attack that. It's amusing to watch. I compare him to a kitten. He likes to pounce, and he has claws (I'm terrible about not cutting his fingernails, he's so squirmy I don't want to hurt him and I never remember when he's sleeping).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I read Gabriel's stories, then it is Nick's turn to sit on my lap for his story - usually a short board book. This doesn't always work out well, especially if he decides he is so hungry he has to eat right now or else, then it involves a very squirmy, fussy baby. If he is in a good mood, especially if it is a touch and feel book, story time goes well. His current favorite touch and feel book is That's Not My Snowman. Very cute. Gabe loves most stories - Chicka Chicka Boom Boom is always a favorite, as is anything that involves Mickey Mouse Club House, Little Einsteins, Handy Manny, or Curious George.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-7678913991141888458?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/7678913991141888458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/bedtime-stories_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/7678913991141888458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/7678913991141888458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/bedtime-stories_17.html' title='Bedtime Stories'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-6949057588693338344</id><published>2008-11-29T20:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:07:02.444-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother-in-law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschooler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picky eater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eight-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I have always loved Thanksgiving. The food, the family, the release of new movies, and did I mention the food? This year Nick joined us a the dinner table. Nick is very different from Gabriel as a baby. Gabriel has always been a picky eater. Nick is more than happy to eat just about anything he can get his hands on. Thanksgiving was no different - he ate a bigger variety of food than Gabriel, and very possibly more food than Gabriel. He happily ate turkey, sweet potatoes, green beans, mashed potatoes, and cranberry sauce. Gabe ate a little turkey, as long as we referred to it as chicken, two bites of cranberry sauce, some fruit, and acted like he was going to choke to death on the one bite of mashed potatoes (plain) that he was convinced to try. However, we always carry children's nutrition bars, and my MIL is more than happy to feed him other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner Pigpen and I, along with his older sister, went to see Four Christmases, which is the first movie I've seen in the theater that wasn't a children's movie, since... I can't remember. It was okay. Nothing spectacular, and I felt many of the the moments were more painful than funny. I have a hard time liking Vince Vaughn as a romantic lead. Nor did I really like Reese Witherspoon in this role. It just wasn't that funny. Still, there really wasn't anything else in the theater that sounded appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we went back and picked up Nick. Gabriel was staying with my MIL for a couple of nights, because he really enjoys time alone with Grandma. Especially if that includes going to their country house (they have a small house on about 8 acres in the middle of the woods on a very big hill), which it did. Pigpen and I considered going to the local outlet center when they opened at midnight, but then decided that we really didn't need to shop enough to endure all the crazies in the cold late at night. In the end the only shopping we did on Black Friday was at a local toy store, that stocks unique and educational toys, since we still needed some presents for the children of some friends of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually managed to stay in bed until almost 9 on Friday. Not that I was actively sleep that whole time, since Nick still woke up around 6:30 a.m., but he was content to just play with me in bed, occasionally stopping to have a snack. It was very nice. Gabriel always wants to go right downstairs when he gets up, since that means Playhouse Disney shows, breakfast, and his playroom. Nick doesn't need much to be entertained. It's nice to be able to make him laugh with a simple game of peek-a-boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-6949057588693338344?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/6949057588693338344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/6949057588693338344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/6949057588693338344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving_29.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-2920512601326336188</id><published>2008-11-26T08:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:07:35.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giraffe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschooler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eight-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pacifier'/><title type='text'>Giraffes and Monkeys</title><content type='html'>One of the first things Pigpen bought for Gabriel after we found out we were pregnant was a Ty Plush Beanie Monkey. At about 10 months of age Gabriel became attached to it so we bought a back up. The back up monkey has morphed into about 12 monkeys altogether to include 2 blue special baby editions that we picked up at Hallmark. The blue monkey is apparently the king of all the other monkeys. The reason behind purchasing the monkey was that Pigpen likes monkeys. So, I decided that I would pursue Giraffes, which I happen to be rather fond of, for Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily he seems to be agreeable to that fact. We did an animal theme for his nursery and he was always interested in the giraffe on his mobile the most. He likes his Giraffe Ty Plush Beanie, although he has not grown as attached to is as Gabriel grew to his monkeys, but then Nick is only 8-months-old. His newest favorite toy is one of the Little People Giraffes (or both of them, I guess) from the Little People Touch and Feel Noah's Ark. He liked chewing on his Little People Ship Captain and his Little People Touch and Feel Neon Green Baby Triceratops, but his Touch and Feel Giraffes are the best of all for holding (nice skinny necks) and chewing. They now travel everywhere with him. I am pleased, as I have a rather nice collection of giraffes - in a box - that I would be more than happy to share with him at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of putting everything in his mouth, this is still a new concept for me. Of course I read in all the baby magazines and books that babies put everything in their mouths... But Gabriel didn't. He wanted his pacifier, pretty much from day one and that was it, other than say milk, preferably from a bottle as that most resembled his pacifier. Nick, on the other hand, will put ANYTHING into his mouth, toys, fingers, magnets, cords, straps, blankets, tags, you name it and he will probably try to put it in his mouth. Which is why I am more than happy to offer him the entire army of little people toys and animals (that we bought for Gabe who never was really interested) to put into his mouth. And if he still prefers the giraffes above all else, I won't complain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-2920512601326336188?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/2920512601326336188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/11/giraffes-and-monkeys_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/2920512601326336188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/2920512601326336188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/11/giraffes-and-monkeys_26.html' title='Giraffes and Monkeys'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-8496127052669897073</id><published>2008-11-26T07:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:08:28.717-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother-in-law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschooler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Preschool, Take 2</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Pigpen and I decided to stop by the fancy new preschool to register Gabriel. The school is not yet filled up as it just opened this fall, but preschools around here have a habit of getting waiting lists. While our planned start date is somewhere between July and September of next year, we still wanted to ensure that he was guaranteed a spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Gabriel with us as Tuesday is a school day for him, and poor baby, he did not want to leave. Off the lobby is the door for the infant room with a large window where you can see the babies, which fascinated him. They also have a fish tank (with clown fish I was excitedly told) over a mock bridge, also fascinating. But the icing on the cake was their marketplace - which is a cross between a kitchen (with nice toy appliances), cafe (with cute tables and chairs) and grocery store (with bins full things to cook with or eat with) with shopping carts and a cash register. That alone was enough to convince Gabriel he never wanted to leave as he dragged me back there three times to just "look" at the marketplace and Pigpen got dragged back once. I felt so bad as we walked down the hill to his current preschool. He looked so dejected. There is just no comparison between the two facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really wanted to stay at the fancy new preschool, and I really wanted to let him. However, we are paid through December at his current preschool and then he will be with my MIL full-time until probably July. Not that she isn't great with him. They go to the library, they do art projects, they cook, they read, they play games, he has a nice jungle gym in the back yard, we're planning on getting him a child-friendly keyboard with learning games for the computer. He will not be lacking anything except the companionship of other children. And he adores his Grandma. So he will be fine. And hopefully not too far behind the other children his age when he does start full-time (or rather three days a week all day) at the fancy new preschool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-8496127052669897073?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/8496127052669897073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/11/preschool-take-2_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/8496127052669897073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/8496127052669897073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/11/preschool-take-2_26.html' title='Preschool, Take 2'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-7527087614205407154</id><published>2008-11-23T21:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:09:05.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschooler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rude children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym class'/><title type='text'>Gym Class</title><content type='html'>Three-year-olds are self-centered by nature. I get that. I've been living with a three-year old for about four months now. However, someone of the three-year-olds that I have watched interact at Gabriel's gym class are beyond self-centered and bordering the line into bully territory. This past Saturday there was this one girl in particular that had me tempted to go into the gym room and protect my son. Unfortunately, I was by myself and had Nick with me, in a seat right by the door, so getting up to go into the gym room really wasn't an option. I could only watch as this girl was repeatedly (and intentionally) mean to Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you might say that she is only three, so maybe she didn't realize what she was doing, and in many cases I would be tempted to believe that, as my own three-year-old is often mean or rude with out malicious intent. But when you run up behind someone and push them off a balance beam (more than once), and not an oops, I bumped into you push, but a hands up into shoulders with effort push, that's intentional. Luckily the balance beam was a floor one, so he only fell two or three inches, but still, where were her parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately that was not the only thing she did that was rude. At another activity station the kids were supposed to walk across uneven bars (hands on the high bar and feet on the low bar) and numerous times she pushed in front of Gabriel to go first. At one point when he was waiting his turn and was about to start walking across (when she was about halfway across) she walked back the other way to block him from going. Another time she started going right after he started and he decided to just drop off the bars rather than risk anything else she might do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was proud of him for not retaliating, as there were other kids that were getting aggressive, but he just went about trying to do what he was supposed to, although, occasionally having trouble using his listening ears. Gym class is actually really beneficial, and this is his first non-parent child class. He gets to work out some energy during the hour class, learn new skills, and work on his listening. We started Gabriel shortly after his first birthday, and had we thought of it probably would have started him at 10 months. However, we do plan to start Nick at 10 months, which means in January Nick will start his first parent child class. I'm looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-7527087614205407154?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/7527087614205407154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/11/gym-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/7527087614205407154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/7527087614205407154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/11/gym-class.html' title='Gym Class'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-3892484484986323563</id><published>2008-11-20T14:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:09:33.209-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheerios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teething'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eight-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Teething</title><content type='html'>Nick will be eight-months-old on Monday, and still has no teeth. He has a few places where I think a tooth could pop through at any time, but he still remains toothless. I actually thought he was going to get teeth early when he started the excessive drooling at four-months, but that was not the case. He was just going to drool rather than adding teeth. Not that he doesn't want teeth. He is quite determined to chew anything he can, especially if it happens to be food belonging to his older brother left within his reach (a few weeks ago he actually managed to rip a large chunk of hamburger off Gabriel's plain meat patty, I discovered him with one hand on the chair and the other hand holding the meat, he was quite pleased with himself). Most of the time Gabriel is more than happy to oblige him. Many is the time that Pigpen or I have found Nick with his hands on Gabriel's chair with his mouth open like a baby bird, while Gabe feeds him cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not exactly looking forward to his first tooth finally popping through, as I have never been bitten while nursing, and I am not sure it will be a pleasant experience. Gabe and I mutually decided to stop nursing at six-months, shortly before he got his first tooth, although he was mostly bottle fed by that point any ways. Nick is still breastfed, and also likes it for comforting, which I'm sure I shouldn't be doing, but I really don't like him to be crying in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night he woke up around 9:45 p.m., which was about three hours after his last feeding, so I decided to bring him into the bedroom while Pigpen and I attempted to finish watching Bones (does anybody else heart that show as much as I do?), which was a particularly compelling case involving a murder on an airplane that had to be solved before the plane landed in China. Conveniently Booth and Brennan were on board to solve the case. However, Nick really didn't want to eat and the noise from the TV was a huge distraction in getting him to go back to sleep, and his gums were hurting him. We finally gave up on watching Bones (take two tonight) and Pigpen curled him up against his chest and patted his back until finally he was able to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, really, I'm thinking any day now for at least one tooth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-3892484484986323563?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/3892484484986323563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/11/teething_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/3892484484986323563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/3892484484986323563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/11/teething_20.html' title='Teething'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-740316545834808212</id><published>2008-11-20T12:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:10:08.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother-in-law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschooler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Preschool</title><content type='html'>Gabriel does not need to go to preschool. My mother-in-law watches him full-time and provides plenty of educational experiences for him, as well as plenty of playtime. However, Pigpen and I felt that he need to start getting used to being with other kids, learning in a more formal environment, and listening to someone who was not named Mommy, Daddy, or Grandma. We enrolled him for two half-days in a preschool that is close to my office, but have not been overly impressed, although the cost is quite reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, there are many things that have frustrated me to include the large class size, rotating assistant teacher, lack of materials (such as only one computer for twenty students), and reports that he often does not eat get to eat his snack or goes outside without proper gear, despite having it in his cubby. We also don't like the fact that he comes home with way too many random pictures (coloring being the default activity when a child is not participating in an activity) even though all or all but one of the boxes are checked on his daily sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week we toured a facility that is next door to Gabriel's current preschool, and, in fact, is attended by a friend of his. Her mother raves about the school, and I am very impressed both with the curriculum and the facilities, but also the very small class sizes (1:8 for his age group). I go on and on about the absolutely adorable marketplace they have that can be used for any number of skills. Plus all food is provided, to include some very nice practically gourmet lunches. However, it is a lot more expensive than his current school - more than double - and half days are not an option, well, they are, but you still have to pay the same price regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigpen and I don't see the point in keeping Gabriel in a school where we feel are money is wasted, but we can't quite justify the cost of the new school when we are trying to cut cost regardless of how wonderful it is. I am trying to decide if it is best to keep him in his current school and switch him next fall, take him out and enroll in the new school next fall, or enroll in the new school after Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-740316545834808212?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/740316545834808212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/preschool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/740316545834808212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/740316545834808212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/12/preschool.html' title='Preschool'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-7809110173002341013</id><published>2008-11-18T14:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:10:23.620-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschooler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eight-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>The Big Green Chair</title><content type='html'>Gabriel now sleeps through the night and goes to bed with few complaints, although there are the occasional nights where he insists three or four or five times that he has to go to the bathroom, despite having gone before his bath, which occurs right before stories, which occur right before bedtime. Now he still gets up ridiculously early (sometimes as early as 5:30 - on a Saturday!). Still even when he was waking up frequently in the middle of the night he always preferred my husband to me. Which was a great source of irritation at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eight-month old, however, insists that only Mommy will do... at 10:45 and 1:00 and 4:45 and 5:30... as was the case last night. My husband will go in and change him at 10:45 and sometimes at 1:00 and usually, if I stay awake, I am only in there for 10-15 minutes. However, there are many nights where I find myself, three and a half hours later, waking up in the big green rocking chair in Nick's room, with him sound asleep on the Boppy, nuzzled against my chest. While the chair is pretty comfortable, and I do have a blanket, it is still not as warm and cozy as my bed. And despite being asleep for that whole time, it doesn't feel like real sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a habit since Nick was moved into his own room, and I often wonder if it would just be easier to have him in bed with me the whole night, as at least I would be laying down. But with that comes the whole issue of him being in our bed and never getting him out. I never considered it with Gabe until he was about 18 months and sleeping in a toddler bed (how I wish I had learned of the tent tops for cribs before getting him a toddler bed). Once Gabe started sleeping in our bed for part of the night it was quite difficult to get him out and didn't actually happen until a month or so before Nick was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, there are many mornings where I have Pigpen bring Nick in to the bed when he wakes up around two or three or four, especially if I've just recently been sleeping in the big green chair, and let Nick attach himself for however long he pleases and go back to sleep. While my sleep is not as restful as it would be if he went right back into his crib after eating, it is at least laying down. And some nights I will take what I can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-7809110173002341013?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/7809110173002341013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-green-chair_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/7809110173002341013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/7809110173002341013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-green-chair_18.html' title='The Big Green Chair'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-8831415561969057784</id><published>2008-11-17T11:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:10:54.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschooler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picky eater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three-year-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eight-month-old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Knights on White Horses</title><content type='html'>I am frequently amazed at how different it is to do certain things when you have children. Before children Pigpen and I regularly went out to dinner and a movie or went to a dinner show, such as the one at Medieval Times. It was easy, we hopped in the car and we went. It also was usually just us, as we were in that honeymoon phase and didn't require the company of other people. Fast forward three years to this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we decided that we want to take our three-year-old to Medieval Times. However, since I'm still nursing that also meant bringing our [almost] eight-month-old. On top of that we decided we would go with some friends. One couple has a three-year-old and a two-year-old and the other has a five-year-old and a three-year-old. It was a lot of people to try and coordinate, which is a role my husband typically takes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that Nicholas, my baby, would sleep through the show or at least be content in his infant carrier. I also hoped that Gabriel would eat some of the food that came with the cost of admission, which in case you have never been, is really good. Instead we had to get Gabriel a burger (plain, no bun) and fries. Nick, however, was all about sharing Mommy's dinner and eagerly ate chicken and potato, in addition to his cheerios and bottle. He also spent the whole time on my lap, which meant I missed much of the show as I was too busy worrying about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of stuff that you need to go any where with two children is amazing. Especially when it is about an hour to an hour and a half drive to your final destination. And if you forget something you are sure to need it. We had the stroller, two diaper bags (although Gabriel is mostly potty trained), snacks, bottles, changes of clothes, toys, and loveys. Not to mention my pump, so that I could have the joy of pumping in the car to ensure that I didn't miss a session and Nick had fresh milk in case he wanted it during the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys usually go to be between 6:30 and 7:00, which seems early, but I have to be out the door for work by 7:00, so they need to go to sleep early to get enough sleep. Gabriel also is not a napper, so it is his only opportunity for sleep. The show ended about 6:00 and we were on the road by 7:00 after saying goodbye to our friends and making sure both boys ate one last time. In the car we changed both the boys into their pajamas and brushed their teeth so they were free to fall asleep in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exhausting. We got home at about 8:30 and I was ready to go to sleep myself... on a Saturday. I used to stay up and watch Saturday Night live or still be at the movies or even ::gasp:: a bar. Of course, then I could sleep in as late as I wanted. Now I'm lucky if my three-year-old lets us sleep in past 6:30. I wouldn't change it, as I adore my boys, but sometimes I just wish I could get a little more sleep and remember what it was like to be out after dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-8831415561969057784?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/8831415561969057784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/11/knights-on-white-horses_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/8831415561969057784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/8831415561969057784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/11/knights-on-white-horses_17.html' title='Knights on White Horses'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941824591692178657.post-4799488296892686294</id><published>2008-11-14T08:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:11:09.312-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumping'/><title type='text'>Misadventures in Pumping</title><content type='html'>Having a baby that is only breastfed while also working full-time is not the easiest thing to do. However, Nicholas will be 8 months old on the 24th and I have been determined to make it to his first birthday without ever feeding him formula. Yesterday was the first time I have had to rethink that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first five months I was back at work, having taken two months of maternity leave, it was easy to go pump in a nice empty office down the hall from my cubicle. There was a computer in there that I could log on to and still accomplish most of my work while using one of those nice hands-free bustier things that really make me feel like a cow. Recently, however, I changed jobs and now share an office with an older gentleman, who may or may not show up on any given day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my first week he was on leave, which made it easy. I just closed and locked the door and went about pumping milk. However, now that he no longer on leave I am never sure when I can safely close the door and pump. The office I used to use is still available, but it is no longer near where I work. Still, I am determined not to miss a session and headed down there with my pump only to find the door locked and no one who knew the combination to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frustration (and lack of sleep) caused me to burst in to tears. Not really how I want to be seen at work, but there you have it. I was standing outside the locked door while holding my pump with my chest hurting, crying. Not bawling, mind you, just tears rolling down my cheeks. And as I stood there tired and sore and frustrated I contemplated how much easier my life at work would be if I just sent formula over to my mother-in-law's for my baby to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the lack of sleep, Nick still does not sleep through the night and I have issues with letting him cry, so I still get up three or four times a night to go pacify him. However, the last few nights have been especially difficult as he has been waking up around 3 a.m. and not going back to sleep until almost 6 a.m., which coincidentally is the time I have to get up to get ready for work. So I've been extra tired this week, which doesn't help me not cry while at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941824591692178657-4799488296892686294?l=in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/feeds/4799488296892686294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/11/misadventures-in-pumping_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4799488296892686294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941824591692178657/posts/default/4799488296892686294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-the-motherhood.blogspot.com/2008/11/misadventures-in-pumping_14.html' title='Misadventures in Pumping'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
