Santa Time

We took both kids to see Santa a couple of weeks ago. Roo kept saying that she was "a little bit scared" so I was assuming that the picture would be of a baby and hysterical little girl. But then Roo saw that Santa had candy canes. Apparently candy takes priority over fear.



Both kids were great and Roo had a chance to tell Santa that she really wanted a bike. He guessed a pink bike with a basket and bell. She immediately corrected him and said "no, no Santa. A ORANGE bike with a PINK basket." My kid is, if nothing else, specific with her requests. So Friday we will know, has Roo been a good enough girl to get the bike of her dreams? Probably.

Big Boy

Cal still has his reflux and since he will officially be 3 months old on Christmas Eve, I am hoping that it eases up soon. Until then we are still visiting the doctor for medication adjustments. We just went last week and the little bugger is 15.6 pounds. Bigger than his Sister was at this age and she was well above average. I guess we grow 'em big.

I am still holding onto hope for a future football scholarship. We shall see...

Fun with Reflux- Cont'd

So, I last left off with today's wardrobe changes. Three to be exact, before I even got downstairs. I know for a fact that he has been changed two more times since. So that is five outfits for today and it is not even one o'clock.

Our lives will continue to be vomit-ful, with no end in sight. His doc says it will be a month or two before we see any real improvement. Until then we will use rice cereal in his bottles, keep giving him Zantac and keep doing laundry. Lots and lots of laundry.

Fun with Reflux

Yep, baby Calvie has reflux. For all of you out there that have experienced this daily challenge with a newborn you understand what a pain it can be. For those of you that haven't experienced I hope you don't ever have to.

Cal isn't as bad as other babies I have known. He doesn't cry hysterically or freak out when he throws up, which makes the whole thing more of a laundry problem than anything else. This morning he went throu

So Many Questions

I remember the days I sat and stared at Roo just waiting for her first word. I now take that all back and wish she could be quiet for 5 minutes so I could think. Horrible to say as a parent, but totally true.

Her latest habit is that when we are in the car and music is playing she asks three essential questions:

1. What song is this Mommy?
2. Who sings it Mommy?
3. Is it a boy or a girl? (pronounced gurl)

Last week we were in the car and she asked all three questions to which I replied with the song's title, artist and gender. Then Roo threw me for a loop by asking, "is she a little gurl Mommy?" To which I replied, "no, she is a big girl, a big Mommy." NOTE: "A big Mommy" in Roo's world these days translates to "adult." Then I made the mistake of saying, "well, maybe she is not a big Mommy, she is just an adult." At that point I opened Pandora's box of questions.

The conversation then went a little like this:
Roo: "I am an adult."
Me: "No honey, you are a kid."
Roo: "No Mommy, I am an adult."
Me: "Really? Do you have a job?"
Roo: "Yep."
Me: "Really? What do you do?"
Roo: "Work."
Me: "What kind of work?"
Roo: "I work on my pink computer." (her Vtech pink computer)
Me: "OK. Well, do you drive?"
Roo: "Yep. Stop driving Mommy and I will show you."
Me: "I don't think your feet can reach the pedals."
Roo: "Yes they can! Let me show you."
Me" "How about later? I need to get you to school"
Roo: "OK Mom, but one day I will drive and you will sit in the backseat, OK?"

I guess she is right, that can totally happen. Visions of Driving Miss Daisy were in my head the rest of the day. She sure is cute, but she sure asks a lot of questions.

Frustration & Chaos

In an effort to try to stay more connected with my blog, I am going to try to write something every week. Since I am not a full time stay at home Mom, that means my updates will not always be about my kids. So, if you are reading this because you just want kid updates feel free to skim through any commentary that focuses on me. Regardless of what I end up writing it will ultimately somehow tie back to the kids, because after all, I am their Mom.

Today I find myself at a client meeting at 7:30 AM (had to leave the house at 5). The truth is that I should not even be here. I am on my 8th week of a maternity leave stint that (let's be honest) I didn't really get. Who goes to work after only having had a baby 8 weeks ago? Me. Do I like it? No. Am I mad and disappointed? Yes. Am I the main income earner for my family? Yes. Therefore I find myself in NJ at a client meeting.

The person I should feel really bad for is my husband. Although we have our nanny showing up around 8:30, my absence still requires him to feed the baby before the crack of dawn while also trying to get three year old Roo up and ready for school. Whining will take place, lunch will need to be packed, breakfast made, outfits picked out and they will need to be out the door for preschool by 8 AM. All before the nanny arrives. The first 2-3 hours of our day is usually the toughest and now my poor hubby has to do it all on his own. Another reason to be frustrated about being at work today.

So, it is what it is. I will drink as much caffeine as possible so that I can stay awake and sound intelligent because I have to. I will pump prior to my meeting in the public bathroom since am trying to continue to breast feed my kid because that is what I am supposed to do. Then once my meeting is over I will rush home to see my kiddos and give them a great big hug because I want to.

A Long Time

It's been nine months. A LONG nine months and a lot has happened. The biggest thing of course is the birth of Roo's little brother, baby Calvie. Our newest edition arrived the evening of September 24th and life has been complete chaos since. You know when they say it is twice as hard with two kids? They lied. It is WAY harder than that. Regardless, we are enjoying ourselves and our new expanded family. Welcome Cal!