I'm amused

By my little monkey, who spent most of our last grocery trip squatting backwards in the cart like this.


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I'm in love

With the two of them, and all their little secrets and rituals. It makes me so happy when I catch little moments like this.


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Wild Goose Chase

The children of mixed-religion marriages often end up with some mighty interesting religious-ish traditions. 

When I was growing up, my folks didn't want me to miss out on decorating for holidays, but we didn't do anything for Christmas.  So, when my birthday would roll around (soon, people, soon), they would lug  the utility ladder out of the garage and plaster it with crepe paper.  We called it the birthday ladder.  It was wild and colorful and festive, and there was room on each of the rungs for presents!  I'm sure my friends all thought we were nuts... but we were.  So nothing lost there.

This year, on our way to JMT's parents' house for Easter dinner, we stopped at Confluence Park to look for geese.  Emma has been particulary fixated on geese lately... in that slightly creepy way that only a two year old can be... so we thought it would be a fun way to spend some time together as a family.  Wouldn't you know it, though, the area that is usually filled goose-shoulder to goose-shoulder with fowl was a ghost town.  Not a goose to be seen (but plenty of evidence that they'd been there).  So, we embarked on a literal wild goose chase around Columbus.  In the end, we settled on some ornery ducks in the pond at Schiller Park.  It turns out the geese were all hanging out by the horseshoe at OSU.  JMT found them today while he was out running.

As I think about the type of traditions that I want for my kids to look back upon fondly, I hope that the Easter Goose Chase becomes part of the memories they conjure.  Next year, we'll know to check out campus on our way to Grandma and Papa's house.  And who knows, maybe this is the year for us to start a birthday ladder?

Not so sweet

Leo waking up a dozen times in the night in teething pain and me having a 13+ hour day at work the next day.


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So sweet

That Emma has discovered how cozy cuddling in mommy's bed can be.

E: "this you spot?" (patting pillow)



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Random things

Random things…

Leo is amazing. At 10 months old, there is nowhere he can’t get to. He’s not walking, technically, but standing and scooting and pushing things all around. He says Mama. He plays peekaboo and claps his hands. He’s almost always smiling. And that smile is no longer toothless. He has three teeth and another on the way.


Leo is a fearless and voracious eater. We may never finish off the last of the baby food, because as soon as he learned how awesome it is to eat real food, he dove into it wholeheartedly. To date, he has never turned his nose up at anything. Except mama… right now he is on an intermittent nursing strike that is frustrating and occasionally maddening to me. It began after a painful blood draw. He doesn’t seem to want to spend much time snuggling with me since then… I think he’s voicing his protest in the only way he knows how.

Emma is a goofy and talkative delight. Her verbal skills are no longer measured in number of words, but in complexity of sentences and creativity of ideas. She has mastered shapes and colors and is counting to 10 (usually in order, but frequently skipping three). The other day, she told us that Leo is white. Surprised and curious about her racial awareness, we began asking her about what color other members of the family are.

Us: What color is Emma?
Emma: White.
Us: What color is mommy?
Emma: White.
Us: What color is Rance?


Emma: Black.
Us: What color is Babycat?


Emma: Umm… Brown.
Us: What color is Wiley?


Emma: Mean.

Spot on.




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Don't let me forget

That this is the weekend Leo learned to crawl. Oh, and that his first word is "mama" and he says it most enthusiastically when he's chomping on vegetables.



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Mommy, I all done crying now.

Says my big girl at the end of a rough tantrum staged during the drive home from work/daycare. Followed by a sniff and calm observation that her "bace" (face) was wet. What a girl.



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Gummy Bear

Each of our babies has a distinctive personality--a light in their eyes that tells a little bit about who they are and what kind of trouble they'll be getting into in the future.

Emma was our little imp.




See the way she looks like she just might spring off my lap and go hide a pot of gold?

And Leo is nothing if not our sweet Gummy Bear (same jammies):



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A sad, sad story

I rarely discuss politics with friends and family. My leftist ways are certain to rub someone the wrong way, and I'm not typically confrontational enough to want to argue our differences. But the way things are going back in my not-really-hometown of Colorado Springs is just wrong, and I don't care who hears me say it. Since my move to Ohio, I've had a hard time explaining "where I come from" to people in the context of my local government work. When I describe the way the City of Colorado Springs is self-destructing due to its funding woes, I think people tend to think I'm misoverestimating. This article landed on my desk today in the most recent issue of Governing magazine (Don't you go thinking I don't read interesting stuff!!). It describes the situation there nearly perfectly, and I hope that it does so in a way that won't incite partisan tomfoolery--and instead might lead to some meaningful and productive dialogue.

Here's hoping.

Colorado Springs' Do-It-Yourself Government

Denial

I refuse to accept that this pain in my ribcage is a flare up of the old costchondritis. Refuse. I must have gotten punched in a barfight when I wasn't paying attention.

Yes, that must be it.


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Cup-tastrophe!

Sometimes when you have two kids under two, and two parents who work full-time outside the home, this happens.

The funny bit is—the sink was completely empty, polished and disinfected Wednesday afternoon. This photo was taken Friday morning before 8.

Apparently we have thirsty kids.

Brown Eyed Girl

For the past 22 months, Emma's true eyecolor has been a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.  She was born with grey-ish, blue-ish eyes, and over time that color morphed into something a little more golden and greeny, but still difficult to define.  Very recently, they are taking on a true brown hue.  I'm so pleased, as JMT's eyes are the color of dark chocolate, and I always hoped our kids would share that trait with him.

Leo's eyes are changing much faster, and look like they will be brown as well.  Unfortunately, there isn't a catchy song title to go with that.

These are some photos from our recent trip to Colorado.  The whole botched family portrait attempt can be viewed here.

How Mama got her groove back

The past few weeks have been trying for JMT and I. He has been involved in a very time consuming and frustrating project at work, and I seem to be spending more nights in work-related meetings than before. The juggling act that this has forced us into has been a hard one to master. Thankfully, being close to our parents has meant that we can enlist their help fairly often. We’ve worked out a routine on the night’s that JMT is on his own, in which one or the other grandma comes over before we arrive home and gets dinner started, and then helps him get the kids fed, bathed and to bed. He still hasn’t had a full night on his own with both kids—something he is very thankful and appreciative about.


While I’ve used my mom’s help on a number of occasions, I’ve been finding an odd sense of satisfaction running the night-time routine on my own on the nights that JMT works late. I’m not as conflicted this time around about striking the balance between working and staying home with the kids—I’ve made peace with being a working mom. But sometimes I miss doing “mom things” like making the family dinner and finger-painting with Emma before bath-time. Owning the nighttime routine from start to finish is like making up for those lost moments. And after those first few weeks of being a mom of two, when I couldn’t fathom juggling two at once with no help, I’ve begun to develop a rhythm.

Here’s how the night goes: Off work between 5 an 5:30. Kids picked up from daycare by 6. Pick up takeout (from a place with a drivethru) on the way home or make a simple dinner (like scrambled eggs and applesauce or pasta with meatsauce). Feed the dogs and let them romp in the yard for a while. Nurse Leo while Emma eats and then scarf down some dinner of my own. Lay Leo down in his crib to be entertained by the musical aquarium while I give Emma a bath. Rock Emma and give her a last cup of milk while we sing our nightly prayers. Then take Leo downstairs for one last round of snacks while I read or watch a little TV. Put Leo down to bed, wash dishes and make the bottles for tomorrow. Then go to bed. Somehow I’m able to do all that and be in bed by 9:30 myself. Strangely, that whole routine takes less time when I’m alone than when JMT is home—I guess because I’m not taking any time for adult conversation or watching our shows.

As much as I miss having him around—and I DO miss having him around!—it’s been nice to find out that I can take care of my family on my own. So much of being a parent is managing and positively channeling anxiety. To not be anxious about whether or not I can manage my family’s nighttime routine is a huge gain in that regard. Not that I’m not plenty anxious about other stuff… like out cross-country plane trip with two kiddos tomorrow… but that’s another story entirely…

In other news, Leo has joined the ranks of the mobile. He can roll from front to back and back to front now, and he can rotate around on the floor a full 360 degrees. Being able to motor around a little bit has made him an even happier baby, and it is a joy to watch him explore his toys with the joy that only a new baby can show.

Shiny Happy People

Yes, Leo, I understand that you’re going to have a complex. Mama doesn’t write about you nearly as much as she did about Emma. But do you know why that is, future jealous son of mine? It’s because you’re such an easy baby! And because my time is stretched so thin that I don’t want to waste minutes that could be spent cuddling you on something so inane as writing about cuddling you.


That’s why I’m writing this while I’m at work.

Leo is 3 months old this week, and at 3 months, he is big, healthy, happy and sweet. He greets me with sunny smiles and coos whenever I lean in for a kiss. That is, when he’s not sleeping. Which he does like a champ (fingers crossed that mentioning this doesn’t jinx us). He regularly sleeps for at least a 6 hour stretch in the night and goes down to sleep remarkably peacefully.

I am not lying about how sweet and wonderful he is when we’re together. But the people at daycare probably think I am—because apparently he’s a different animal there. I’ve already had one parent-teacher conference about his bad attitude. The problem is he’s a mama’s boy. And used to spending time cuddling and cooing with adoring parents and grandparents. At daycare they need him to be more self-sufficient because they have a room full of mama’s boys and girls. I would love for him to be in a home daycare environment where he has more one-on-one time with the caregiver like Emma had at that age, but we just can’t find anything comparable to that here. Until then, we’re working on getting him to enjoy time in the bouncy seat or activity mat without yelling about how much he misses me. I have to say though… of all the problems he could have, I think that being a little too attached to his mama is one that I’m not going to fret about.

Mothering two hasn’t been as hard as I had thought it would be. There’s a lot more takeout at dinnertime, and sometimes the laundry goes from basket to basket without ever having been hung or folded between washings, but the kids are doing great. The greatest challenge to date has been taking both kids to the grocery store. I could fill the screen five times over with the tales of woe and lessons learned from that trip out. But all in all, I’m a happy mother of two happy babies, and I love every minute of it.