Monday, November 19, 2012

Just Us

 
This was such a lovely night. Just us watching the stars in a sleeping bag on the trampoline. Khage didn't take a nap that day so to our surprise he zonked right out. No fight, no fuss. We both took a turn holding him while he slept, what a precious moment to steal with a toddler. In between my hormonal ups and downs I am trying to do my best to savor these last five months that we will have together, just us being a small family of three. I look forward to what ever this new baby brings to this family, but I will forever be grateful for the time that our family was just us and Khage. 

Friday, November 16, 2012

Mah'mellows

We are at it again. Potty time round two three or four, I'm starting to loose track. And I cant really remember why it has failed so many times or why we continue to even try, I don't care about diapers. Changing em...buying em'...I don't fret over it. The way I see it is this: no matter what I'm wiping a butt at least with a diaper I get to sit down.

Today he woke up committed to this cause. At 6ish we were awakened by him yelling for candy from the toilet in our bathroom. He rarely has any pee accidents since we introduced the reward system, a candy for every time he even sits on the potty and tinkles. He has taken full advantage of our kindness... I swear by the end of the day he has consumed almost a whole pack of starbursts and he used this method to polish off his Halloween candy as well.

The dreaded Number Two. That is what is holding us back. He doesn't necessarily poop in his undies he just saves them for when he's diapered up during his naps. I couldn't help but feel like he was playing us for fools. But then today happened and I realized we are finally going somewhere with this, and just like that the Mommy becomes the master.

I like to call this stage of potty training: Marshmallows.
Khage likes to call it mah'mellows.

Forget candy; its wrapped, usually of a hard or chewy consistency, so were looking at at least a minute before its consumed. Instant gratification, now that's a motivator and I plan to exploit it.

He actually got out of his bed during nap yelling potty while he raced down the hallway to find a toilet. At first I wasn't the least bit excited, a nap disturbance for pee pa'lease. But then I heard it... then smelt it... he pooped. And the minute he was done he asked for his precious little mah'mellows. So worth the two bucks.



 
After a while he was not okay with me and my camera robbing him of his privacy. But anger quickly faded into pure high fructose corn syrup happiness, and all was right again.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

13 Weeks.

 
I think this was just about the roughest few months of my life thus far. Nothing really gets me down as far as pain... ya I think based upon me getting myself into this situation again, I pretty much forgot the pain involved in child birth. But stomach cramps and constant bloating are not exactly my kinda Sunday driving. And most people who know me know its not a good idea to mess with my food intake, but you, oh you ballsy little thing you don't seem to fear the repercussions at all. But once your outside the protection of my uterus you will quickly learn the ways my little spawn.
We heard your heart beat the other day, as mentioned above, and it was music to my ears. I don't take doctor appointments too seriously so that was your first one. Yes, the first time I talked to my midwife, the very person who will aid me into bringing you into this world, just heard about you a few days into my second trimester. I'm not worried about my Mother of the Year Award, I lay it on pretty thick with my newborns so you will learn to adore me.
Khagey cant wait to meet you. He hasn't told me so but I can see it in his eyes. He calls you baby and touches my tummy sometimes. I don't have the heart to tell him your way lower then my belly button, he uses it has a microphone device to reach you. Hes gonna be an amazing big brother to you I just know it. He doesn't make for an especially good playmate to others but something tells me he's really gonna rise to the occasion with you.
Please give me some kind of hint as to what you are. I need to know. I'm on the verge of scheduling an appointment with a fortune teller, its driving my completely nuts. Today I think your a girl. Khage said sister when we asked him and lately hes been a pretty decent magic eight ball, so I'm going with it. My heart still says boy though, but your energy feels kinda soft and dainty. Do you see how confused I am. Just swim up and tap on my belly button, one for boy and two for girl. Thanks so much.
And also I love you you little attitudinal fetus.
Happy cooking.


Friday, November 2, 2012

My Second Halloween Costume


When Khage was born I said "I want him to be a boy that loves trains." I also said I want him to learn German and be in the chess club. Obviously I want to create a whole new breed of cool, but that is not what we are discussing here today. Instead, we are talking about Khage's Halloween costume. He was a train conductor, and to a mother who is completely into forcing trains onto her son I couldn't have been more thrilled. He looked so handsome strutting around in his little outfit, it took all of me not to instagram it weeks before the big reveal on Halloween day. And because it seemed to him to be similar to his everyday attire; pants, shirt, shoes and a hat, he didn't mind it too much. (Although the bandanna did take some getting used to).
Interestingly enough this outfit was never meant to be a Halloween costume, it was given to him by Pompa and Gnama for his birthday last year and has been hanging out in his closet anxiously waiting for him to grow three inches. We just lucked out when we stumbled upon it and it happened to fit perfectly. That was a close call because the intended Elmo costume didn't go over so well with this kid. And because Halloween isn't complete without a photo shoot we took a few shots at a local train museum. Well a few shots started out as 100 pictures but I will only make you look at ten, I weeded out all the ones with closed eyes and globs of snot for your viewing pleasure. If you have a memory like me post baby, then you may recall a snot nose impeding on our photo shoot last year too, if you don't remember click here.
 
 
Aww seeing little kids cry is so sad... but darn doesn't it make for an adorable picture.
Don't worry yourself too much, seconds later he was perfectly happy and throwing back fruit snacks.
 
 I love the picture above, I got him mid "choo choo" 
 I think this one is my favorite. Squinty eyes are always a good sign, they are usual backed by good true belly laughs.