Overgramming and loving it. This Week in the Life project is my jam, you guys. I confess: I was about 75% sure my enthusiasm would’ve petered out and I would’ve abandoned it by now, but that’s not the case. I’m definitely not as snap-happy as I was on Monday (and besides, how many pictures of yourself drinking coffee do you really need?) but I’m still going strong. I’m enjoying the challenge of finding new ways to get good pictures of our daily life. Given the crappy natural light in this house and an always-on-the-move toddler, that can be difficult, but I really like what I’ve captured so far.
Plumbing the depths of my own patience with Natalie. I love this child fiercely and I would lie down in front of a bus for her, but good god, lately I’m sorely tempted to do just that. You win; I give up. Ev-er-y-thing is a battle. Brushing teeth. Changing her diaper. Picking up her toys. Eating dinner. Even something as simple as sitting at the mother loving table. Giving her choices is absolutely the best strategy but it’s harrrrrrrd. It usually goes like this: “We need to change your diaper. Would you like to walk to your room or shall I carry you? Ok, I see you’re choosing for me to carry you.” [Insert incoherent screaming and crying as I haul a flailing toddler to her room. Repeat for every possible scenario all day long.] On the plus side I’m going to get hella ripped from doing this, since half the time I’m wearing Olivia when I have to enforce these choices. That’s a workout.
Otherwise loving Natalie at two years old. Yes, she is stubborn and you will never, EVER win a power struggle with her. But when she’s not acting like that, she’s the sweetest kid and I just want to hug her so hard she gets absorbed into my skin (please tell me I’m not the only mom that feels like that). She attaches herself to my leg pretty much hourly and chirps, “Hi Mom!” If I’m sitting on the floor, she throws her arms around me from behind while shouting, “Hugs! Hugs!” Her affection isn’t reserved for Will and me, either, oh no. Beckham is her best bud and she greets him every time she sees him with a wave and a SUPER enthusiastic “HEWWO BEBBUM!” Two is challenging but it’s also heart-burstingly amazing.
Sleeping quite a bit. Olivia’s quest to become the Best Baby Ever through loooong stretches of sleep at night is going quite well.
Wogging. Aka walk/jogging. I started the Couch to 5k running program about a week and a half ago and even though I’m not going fast or far, I’m loving it. I missed running so much at the end of pregnancy, and I know there are women who do it, but it just wasn’t for me at that point. Now I’ve got my eye on a local 5k in October for my triumphant return to the racing scene (read: I like getting participation medals) and I’m very excited for the weather to cool down just a teensy bit so I can get out and run more regularly.
Reluctantly buying some new clothes. I’m at that awkward point where I definitely can’t wear any of my pre-pregnancy clothes that have an actual zipper and button and waistband (so, all of my shorts and pants), and many of my shirts are kind of iffy, but most of the maternity stuff just looks ridiculous. Especially the full-panel shorts, since I have no bump to keep them up anymore. So it is with great reticence that I’m buying a few things to see me through the next couple of months until my old clothes fit again.
Envying the rest of my family. The whole crew (my extended family, not Will and the girls) is flying to NH tomorrow for my cousin’s wedding, and I’m very sad to miss it. It just wasn’t in the cards for us right now, though, since Will used up all his time off after Olivia was born, and no WAY was I flying with a toddler and a newborn by myself. So we’ll be sending our love and well-wishes from afar and going to bed at 9 p.m. while everyone else gets their party on.
And that’s a wrap for this week! What have you been up to?