Sunday, September 14, 2014

You're the Worst, Please Cuddle Me (my day with cranky toddlers)

Sometimes my children find me appealing as wearing socks. Translation, the worst ever.
Lately they've been drawn to me like all the 'please don't eat that' floor food under the table.

It started last night over dinner. In sporadic preparation over four hours, I pieced together a nice pasta dish of roasted zucchini, baked chicken and roasted tomatoes with fresh basil and oregano. Or if you are under four then just noodles, thank you very much.

Lenayah ate three bowls of noodles (yay) but with every.single.noodle she would ask me 'what's that mama?'. response 'it's a noodle'. reaction 'oh....can I eat it?'. response 'yes'.  It went on so long that I was cleaning up the dishes and reassuring her that they were all noodles and she didn't have to ask me each time. She was horrified I would suggest such a thing and continued on her questioning with more shrill persistence.

I love the toddler stage for so many reasons but the perpetual interrogation is like sauntering along a beautiful path with a rock in your shoe. And the shoe is duct taped and super glued to your foot.

Wherever I am going/thinking of going/just went.....
Anything I am eating/cooking/wearing/applying/standing on/staring blankly at.....They want to be part of and if access is denied then cue the smattering of undesirable emotions that we get to sit and talk about.

Conor has been back to work since Wednesday. Usually its the last, and not the fifth day, that their 'I'm a toddler and life is bitchin' DNA cells mutate into 'put me back into the womb and play another Dora show' cells.

Usually we would jump into the stroller for a walk to the park but today I did something I have never done. I took all three kids into town, on purpose, just because, to get out of the house. Like every other mom, I was trying to reopen the door to carefree and happy with some distraction and adventure...and chocolate chip cookies.

It didn't work.

Lunch was spent rocking a baby in a seat on the table and consoling to two toddlers who wouldn't let go of my legs but hated all the decisions I make with the fervour of scorned fifteen year old drama queen.

So while Levi is waiting another five minutes to ask to be released from Quiet Time in his room and the other two are napping, it's just me....and the food dehydrator whirring. So I will smush all of the selfish luxuries of solitude into these next four and a half minutes...... now off to google weird shit til I find the end of the internet.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

SCARY MOMMY!! 9 Reasons Pregnant Ladies Make Stellar Wingmen

Check this off my blogging bucket list! Ok, first I have to make a list. Rest assured this would be numero uno on the list.

Find me over at SCARY MOMMY (capital letters emote my enthusiasm) talking about keeping your resident preggo as part of the social scenery. Why?! Here's some reasons....

Monday, September 8, 2014

Holding a full house and showing all our cards {Life as a family of five}

With one change in a family, everything changes. Change is a wind that comes bustling up, tossing everyone up into the sky. We all land in a new spot.  With the addition of a new baby into our family, everyone is taking on new roles....

Levi maintains his previous role of 'Commentator of All Mundane Daily Events'. He has also added some more impressive titles to his resume: Assistant to the Diaper Changer; Tiny Toe Inspector; THE Fastest; Nap Striker; which goes hand in hand with Afternoon Train Wreck. Levi has always been gentle with babies, and to see him kiss and coo at Dawson makes me smile in a way that my face has never moved before. He has moved from Big Brother to Biggest Brother and he is showing Lenayah the ropes. 

Lenayah has been promoted from Squeaky Wheel to Sea Monster. Though she can flex between the two like a saloon door, she now leans to the side of sea monster. Meaning she silently and sneakily lurks around the house and then pops up unexpectedly to noisily menace the nearest brother or bystander.  She has followed her older brother's suit and loves on her new baby bro, but with some mauling and grabbing. There is a high chance she may think he is cross between a piece of furniture, a puppy dog and robotic baby doll. 

Conor took a few weeks off after Dawson's birth, he did ALL of the things. From menu planning, to diaper changes, to bedtimes, to 'lie to me and tell me these bags bring out the colour in my eyes'. Yet, now that I am up through the night I realize he is also our resident White Noise Machine, broaching close to possible sleep apnea territory. I was nervous about adding another baby, after the difficulty we had together with number two - but we seem to have hit an ebb and flow this time around. We are slow learners but the dance of co-parenting is getting less clunky. 

As for me, I've been plunked back into some old roles that I am enjoying in a new way. Going from one to two kids was like being hit by a bus, for some reason adding a third one has been more gentle and treasured. Maybe because I know it's the last time, maybe because he's still so new and sleeps a ton during the day. Either way, I do old things with more fervour now - like drinking coffee, cherishing some stolen moments alone, getting all the kids out of the house, day drinking and of course, an old specialty of mine: lactating. Yes, some of us are blessed with modelesque looks, some of us with brains that can multiply numbers by nine, me - I lactate. 

Dawson is one month old now. Other than some tongue tie issues he is a mellow little trooper. He puts up with two siblings who have no sense of personal space or decibel levels. Though he's yet to show me a bit of who he is, for now he is 'the Adorable Reason I Don't Sleep'. 

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