when their comments are longer than your blog! Ha! You know I’m kidding, right? Some of my friends (i.e., Alisa, a.ka. Belle) admit that there is no way they could possibly even read an entire blog of mine. Toooooo long.
I have eight minutes until my self-imposed midnight bedtime, so I’ll see what I can do.
First of all, my babies are growing up. And I am okay with this. In fact, I am even rejoicing a little (while savoring each moment of baby/childhood of course). Did I blog already about Nina’s aversion to sippy cups? Well, I tried one at 6 months. She wasn’t thrilled but took a few sips. Tried it a couple more times then got tired of the hassle. Five months later…if I tried to give her a cup instead of a bottle, she’d launch it across the room. After she thieved a capri sun (drink in a bag) from Ava and drank the whole thing, I got the brilliant idea to buy sippy cups with straws. Going just fine, then two days ago she found an old sippy cup under Ava’s bed (no mold, just water) and started drinking out of it. She hasn’t had a bottle since. If all of motherhood were this simple… (I know one thing. When the time comes, she’s potty-training herself. I wash my hands of that whole process.)
I took Ava and Nina to the grocery today after Livi got on the bus. Ava begged to ride in the cart that has a car in front. For the first time ever, I let her. There were two seats, so Nina got to ride too. Oh my word. They were in heaven. Nina looked so grown up! I got more attention than I’ve ever gotten in my life at Kroger. Nina acted like she was a homecoming queen, waving to people from her parade float.
We have 2 little neighbor boys–Gavin (2) on one side of us, two doors down and Daniel (20 mos.) on the other side, two doors down. They like to play with Ava while Livi’s at school. A new family with a 13-month-old boy moved in next door this weekend, and Gavin’s baby brother Dermott (which Gabe likes to use as a pseudo-swear word–Dermott!!) was born 2 days ago, so my girls are now outnumbered by little men. They don’t mind. Dermott was born at home, and when we took cookies over tonight, he and his mommy answered the door. Squealing little black-haired darling, his mama full of energy. Wow. Had not one single feeling of “Oh, I wish I wasn’t done having babies…” (btw, I used to think people who had home births were wacko. Now, I think they’re fabulous. I try not to act like it, but deep down inside, I’m obscenely proud of myself for going natural after two epidurals. Heehee.)
Either, I’m a really fast typer (typist?), or it’s past my bedtime. I have lots more on my mind…I may blog again in the morn. 🙂
Love and hugs!