They are the best and worst part of my life right now.
Half the time I'm running around like crazy after the two year old while hauling around the three month old the other half the time I really think I am going crazy as I deal with temper tantrums and poopy diapers.
And then there are those moments (in my life I have a lot more than I deserve) when a little hands grab mine, a little voice tells me she loves me, or a little boy flashes me a heart melting smile. In these moments I can't help but find my sanity and recharge. I'm willing and ready to take on another day of this crazy thing called motherhood.
Now, I can't believe that through all the whining and diapers and library trips and snow escapades that I haven't made time for my little blog. I am so upset with myself, because these special times go by way too fast and I need to be able to remember all of the things my little creatures do and say. So, I've set a goal to be better at doing exactly that.
So here goes.
Baby Jet.
Jet is now three months old. He is a handful to say the least. He is very particular about things such as: he likes to be held and his holder must be standing up and ensure that the boy's face is out to the world, he also likes to sleep with his face smothered in my body or a blanket (don't worry I won't let him suffocate), and he hates to be swaddled but can't sleep well unswaddled. I spend the majority of my day trying to make him happy. He won't use a binky (surprise, surprise) and has decided that only my breast will do to comfort him. So basically there are a lot of times that I can't do anything to comfort him and he just wants to cry. This breaks my heart. I love him. And he loves me. That smile he gives me every morning and every time I throw a "hi" his way could just throw me to the moon. He sleeps like a champion and has basically since we brought him home from the hospital. I put him to bed around 8 or 8:30 and he goes right to sleep. He wakes up at 4am to eat and then is up at 7am. Speaking of eating, he also eats like a champion. He hasn't been using bottles much so he would rather not take them but will if he has to. He is still eating every two to three hours during the day. He is totally my little buddy and goes everywhere with me. It may or may not have to do with the fact that he is breast feeding and is a horrible baby for anyone else who watches him including his dad, so I don't like leaving him. He has recently found his toes. He loves to play with them but doesn't eat them like little Ellie did. He prefers to eat his fingers instead. Did I mention his temper? I better not because it might keep me from having any more kids in the future. He looks a lot like me at times and other times he is all Leon. I think that means he must be a good mix. His blue eyes are to die for (just like Daddy's and Ellie's). He is a really long baby and at his last appointment was measuring about 25 1/2 inches I think he weighed 12.6 pounds too. Kind of tall and skinny. I guess I don't produce chubby babies. I must have skim breast milk.
Then there is Ellie.
Oh Ellie. Ellie is now almost two and a half. She is the most precious little girl you ever did see. I am so in love with little Ellie it is not even funny. She loves looking beautiful. In fact, I have figured out if you tell her something is beautiful you likely can get her to wear or do it. She wears a beautiful dress everyday. Her favorite is this red velvet like dress that her Nana gave her. I put it on her for Thanksgiving dinner and three months later she has hardly taken it off. I have to sneak it in the laundry and sometimes hide it so it can be washed. She yells at Holli and says with her little fists on her waist and her waist bend forward so her face sticks in yours, "Holli do not put my dress in the laundry!". It is super rude, but super funny. I'm working on being nicer about that with her. It is known in our home as her "beautiful dress". When she thinks she looks beautiful she will close her eyes and lift one of her shoulders up and give you this adorable smile. She loves to dance in her beautiful dresses, but got her mamas rhythm so she mostly just twirls around. Along with her beautiful dress you will most likely find her wearing a princess crown and putting on red lipstick. I. hate. red lipstick. She wears it way too much and it gets all over everything. ugh. But I can only say no to her so many times.
Ellie also loves her bean. This is her pink blanket that her Mimi made for her. This blanket has basically gone everywhere her little body has gone the past two years. She sleeps with it every night and thinks that it just holds the moon. I tell her to put a jacket on to go outside and she tells me that all she needs is her bean. Or we will be walking outside and she will proclaim that it is "super freezing, I need my bean". I love that bean and red dress. I think I will keep them forever.
Ellie is quite the talker these days. I have full on conversations with her that include a lot of funny things and a lot of sass. She will say the ABCs and count to 15 for you. In fact, she sings the ABCs when Jet is crying to try and calm him down. It works pretty well. She is very stubborn and will sometimes spend 10 minutes in time out before she will put her coat on to go outside. Mostly she refuses to put a coat on because it will hide her beautiful dress. She is constantly making me both laugh and cry haha. She can throw some wicked tantrums and then the next minute tell ask me if I remember when I said I love you to her and gave her a bunch of kisses. Haha she knows exactly how to push my buttons and melt my heart. She loves her Daddy. They have kind of this magical relationship that is very special and I hope never goes away.
Elle is now sleeping in her own bed (until she sneaks in with us in the middle of the night), going potty on the big girl toilet, and loving being a big girl.
She still doesn't eat very well but is doing better. She is also just tall and skinny. She was in the 75%tile for height and 30%tile for weight at her two year old appointment. But I'm sure she has grown since then. She is looking taller and taller everyday. And that red dress will soon need leggings.
My kids are growing up way too fast and I wish there were a button to stop time. I am so grateful for the opportunity to raise them and kiss their sweet faces every day.
I can't wait to take them to London in three months. We will have a jolly ol time. We love and miss you all.
Love,
Us
