It has a baby wipe zipper pocket. How awesome is that!
So, any takers?
I still hold fast to my claim that Hunter's true first word was snack. Every time he goes to someone else's house he goes up to them and says "naa", his version of saying snack. he will follow me around the house asking for snacks if I don't feed him a decent meal. So, in attempt to preserve my sanity I feed him 3 packets of oatmeal for breakfast each day. That usually takes care of he needing to eat continually during the day.
He is very easily distracted by food, whenever I need him to come upstairs or go downstairs when he doesn't want to I tell him I have food for him and he scurries to do my bidding. I try to always follow through, but man, he can be stubborn. At least this one mention of food will take care of any lingering desire to disobey me. Like I said, he takes after me.
In the few minutes I spent trying to finish up yesterday's blog post my dear, sweet monster of a little boy found Madison's chalk and wrote all over the wall of the landing midway up our stairs. No big deal, right? Chalk should be easy to get off. It would be, except in our case our home builder did not believe that painting the walls correctly was their responsibility (or so I have concluded, it's the one thing about our house that ticks me off). Our walls were painted, not with primer, but with watered down flat paint. Basically it is drywall, so as a result, anytime I have needed to wipe down the walls the paint comes off and I am left with whatever the texture is made of. So now in order to get rid of the chalk I will have to paint over it, but I'm figuring that the chalk would bleed through the flat paint they gave us instead of covering the mess. So, looks like it will stay as is until we have our entire home painted correctly using a primer.
What made it even worse was that Madison did not come and tell me what had happened right away. Why? Because just a few days ago we gave her a talking to about the fact that she cannot use her chalk when Hunter is awake and it should always be kept on a shelf he cannot reach, or else her chalk and chalkboard would be taken away. She got a towel and put water and soap on it to try and hide the mess. The result is smeared orange, green and blue chalk on my wall.
Oh, the joys of parenting....now I have to decide if I am willing to go through with my promise of taking away her chalkboard. I'm one of those mom's that works really hard at not threatening something I am not willing to follow through on, sometimes I hate being the mean parent all the time. Why couldn't she just followed the rules?
Some memorable things about her:
When she was hungry she would make her "O" face (see first picture on the posting) and start bobbing her head around looking for food. It was so adorable.
Most newborns sneeze alot, she did as well, but whenever she would sneeze two times in a row she would follow it with a sigh. She didn't sigh when she sneezed once, only when she did it twice in a row. My heart would melt any time she did that. It lasted almost 6 months before she stopped sighing. I was so sad when she did. I wish I had known my camera would take videos so I could have recorded it!
For the first few weeks of her life she would only sleep if she could hear a heartbeat, so she slept on one of our chests for a while. It made it hard to sleep at night for us, but it was so fun to cuddle with her.
***I know the date on this post is off, it has taken me several days to finish it up. I don't know how to adjust the date, I'm not sure you can......
I found one preschool here that takes 2 year-olds, I don't know why, but she claims she LOVES the 2 year-olds. He loves going and gets so excited when it is a school day. He goes for 2 hours, so 2 days a week I get about an hour and a half all to myself. As most mothers can attest, the opportunity to go to the grocery store, or Target, or wherever by myself is pure heaven. I love my children to death, but shopping is stressful with them!
Anyway, the little monster only says about 10 or so words (mommy, daddy, more, sippy, night-night, poo-poo, owie, eat, hair, no, and mine) so I wasn't sure how he would do, but his teacher says he does really well. She said he has really good coordination for his age and he understands everything you say to him. He follows directions really well and does pretty well with the other kids. His class is 2 and 3 year-olds so the older kids love to pick him up and carry him around. She says they treat him like a doll sometimes. I told her that he is used to it, that is what his sister does all the time. Apparently, he just lets them carry him and doesn't complain at all. Like I said, he is used to it.....
I took this picture on the 2nd day of class when he made this hat. He loved it, all day long he wore it and didn't want to take it off. He ended up learning the word hat as a result and just had so much fun wearing it. By that night he had torn it up, of course, but I love this picture.
Before Ryan and I decided we wanted another baby Madison started getting obsessed with having a baby sister. Just as we were trying to figure out when we wanted to get pregnant, or at least try to get pregnant, Madison let us know that every night she prayed to Jesus for a baby sister.
As she told us that we looked to each other and I asked her, "Why a baby sister?" She replied that she already had a baby brother and now she wanted a sister. I asked her if another brother would be ok and she said "yes, but then that's it, no more brothers." Heck, it's not like I have any control over it.....
To be fair to Madison, though, I really believed that she would get what she wanted. Why? Because she KNEW Hunter was a boy. I was positive I was having another girl, but she told me it was a boy because she wanted a brother. She was right.
I have never been accurate on the sex of our children. I was so certain that Madison was a boy that I took a yellow outfit to the hospital and didn't wash any of the pink clothes that had tags on them just in case I had to return them. Apparently mothers intuition is yet another myth in my life.
Ryan and I are overjoyed for a few different reasons, we really did want another girl. First, I really think girls should have a sister. I had 5 and I am so grateful for each of them. There is no way they can be replaced in my life. Second, the thought of two boys in a row terrified me. I am hoping that by having Hunter surrounded by females that he won't be quite as rambunctious. Two boys in a row are WAY too rambunctious for this girl who was raised with all sisters. I will be more than happy to have a boy for my 4th, but thankfully this one is a girl.
By the way, I am aware that my delusions run deep when it comes to boys but one can hope, right? Hunter is already way more rambunctious than his sister. He is all boy-he runs everywhere (when he isn't demanding to be carried-the little monster), he throws EVERYTHING (anything and everything is a projectile missile), he has already perfected grunting and lack of communication skills (he's 2 and says 12 words but understands everything I say-at least he's not stupid), he loves wrestling, not to mention the fact that the kid ALWAY has bumps and bruises on him, usually matching bruises on each side of his forehead (see photo above, he had matching head bruises and some scrape under his nose-thankfully I had taken their Christmas pictures 2 days before). I know there is only so much I can do, but the thought of two in a row sent me into panic mode. Thank goodness for little girls.