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Tuesday, November 27, 2012

5 Months

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18 lbs. 11 oz.
Wears 6-9 month clothes
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Reuben turned 5 months old on Sunday. This past month has been a big month of discovery for him. Here are the latest developments:

  • Grabs his feet.
  • Blows raspberries (and drools everywhere - Lily never even drooled this much).
  • Rolls from back to front. And then gets stuck on his tummy, gets frustrated and cries until Mommy turns him back over.
  • Reaches out for toys and grabs them.
  • Tries to sit up when in a semi reclining position.
  • No longer uses the infant car seat in the stroller but sits up in the stroller like a big boy.
  • Loves it when Mommy whispers sweet nothings in his ear.
  • Wiggles his way out of a tight swaddle like nobody's business.
  • Gets excited and fidgets when you ask him "do you want nursies?"

And then of course there's sleep training. Cry-It-Out (CIO), The Ferber method, No-Cry Sleep Solution, etc., whichever one you choose to go with, you know you have your work cut out for you. We started sleep training Lily a few days shy of 4 months and it was definitely the right time. So when Reuben started resisting going to sleep at night (and nap-time too) at almost 4 months we knew it was time to dust off our earplugs for the endless nights of screaming and crying ahead of us. More seriously, we decided to try a different technique from what we used with Lily (straight Cry-It-Out is NOT my cup of tea which is why we probably gave up halfway through trying it with Lily) to hopefully avoid lots of crying and it worked. By a week and a half he was going to sleep on his own with very minimal fussing. Naps were another story and then one day I was nursing him before his morning nap and Lily called for me from the other room. I went to check on her and when I came back he was passed out in the middle of my bed. Ever since then nap time has been no struggle at all. Well, he has days where he regresses but isn't that just how babies are? One day you think you have them figured out and then the next you're left scratching your head wondering where your "easy" baby disappeared to.

I can't complain too much though. He really is quite a great kid. :)

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Thursday, November 15, 2012

Conversations With My Daughter: Fall Edition

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September 30
Mommy: What do you want for dinner?
Lily: Taco Bell!

September 30
Lily (pointing to a bottle of soap in the bath): That's mine. That's for scrubbing me.

October 4
Mommy: Please stop picking your nose.
Lily: Its got buggies in it.

October 22
Lily: L-Y-Z-9-10 spells Louisa! (One of her aunts)

October 29
Lily: Look Mommy a puckmin!
Mommy: A what?
Lily: A puckmin.
Mommy (chuckling silently to herself knowing she meant 'pumpkin'): Can you say it again? What is it?
Lily (with exasperation): A puck-a-min. I told you!

October 31
Lily (upset because I wouldn't play with her): I'm going to throw this book at you!
Mommy: No you don't. You don't throw things at people, its not nice.
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Lily: Boys do!

November 6
Mommy: I'm going to put Toby (our dog) out on the porch while you eat dinner.
Lily: He's going to go vote.

November 10
Lily (looking at a red wrapper sitting on the coffee table): That's not Lightening McQueen. That's a cheesestick.

November 11
Lily (bemoaning the accidental forced removal of one of her favorite toys' legs): Oh man. Hops is dead.

Meet Hops...who is currently unable to walk no matter how much you wind him up:

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November 13
Lily (eating a frosted pumpkin shaped cookie and getting it all over herself): I'm all puckmined.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Life With Two

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hugs
kisses
naps
nursing breaks
songs sung out of tune
snuggles in bed
crayons in the couch
block towers
dirty dishes
piles of laundry
giggles
tears
backyard adventures
warm sunshine
sand castles
reaching milestones
soft hair
tiny voices
pleading eyes
busy days
relaxing days
full arms
lots of love

Monday, November 12, 2012

West Palm Beach Roadtrip: Part 3 {AKA Clinging Vines & Clinging Children)

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The final day (you can check out part 1 here and part 2 here) of our weekend trip to West Palm Beach last weekend was taken up with visiting Mounts Botanical Garden, our reason for the entire trip.

Um, it wasn't the most pleasant visit ever. It started out well. We got to the garden late morning, it was sunny and warm and we were excited to get our plant shopping on. Our first sign of impending doom should have been when Andrew realized that he didn't have enough cash on him and the booth that sold the one plant that he wanted didn't take credit cards. So we had samples of the fruit they were selling and we moved on. It didn't take too long before both kids were crying to eat, be carried or take a nap. I don't think they knew which one they wanted either. They were pretty cranky. Needless to say it was a whirlwind tour of the gardens with Andrew and I alternating carrying a kid in the carrier and pushing another in the stroller.

Oh and by the way, we loved West Palm Beach! Seriously you guys were so out of your way friendly and accommodating. We only got to see a little bit of the city in the 2 days and 2 nights we were there but we got an idea of what it would be like to live there and I gotta say we were rather keen on the whole thing (note: we are not moving to West Palm Beach or anywhere else in the near future...that I am aware of...currently).

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Lily eating a peice of dragon fruit. Contrary to the look on her face she actually liked it.

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On the way home we passed through the sugar cane fields of southern Florida. I never knew they even existed! They go on for miles and miles. You can't see it in the picture but the water along the side of the road had alligators sunning themselves on the sand like every 20 feet or so! They were everywhere. I wish Lily could have seen them...

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Oh, and I also got to see Lake Okeechobee for the first time. Eh.

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Friday, November 09, 2012

West Palm Beach Roadtrip: Part 2 {AKA "I'm Not Peeing in the Hole"}

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Keep reading for an explanation of the title of this post.

So we last left off with a not so great night's sleep Friday night of our trip. Tiny little bed hogs who wake up off and on all night long tend to do that to you.

Saturday morning quickly turned into Saturday afternoon by the time we all ate breakfast, took showers and Reuben had his morning nap.

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Last two pictures taken by Lily

Finally we were off. We hit up John D. MacArthur Beach State Park and it was a perfect day for it. They were having a free Fall Fun Day with activities for kids of all ages such as live music, crafts, animal exhibits, fishing and more.

First we had a picnic lunch.

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Then we walked around looking at the exhibits and animals for a few.

Bees! Lily said she wanted to see the bees because she likes them. And she really does too. As evidenced by this post.

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She likes turtles a lot too.

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Lily was very excited when she heard she'd be able to see a possum (she'd never seen a possum before so I have no idea what she was expecting). We asked where the possum was but a park attendant told us that the possum exhibit was done for the day. So we explained to Lily that the possum had to go home to dinner with his family. It works every time I tell you. No crying whatsoever about not being able to see something she was told she could. She accepts the explanation (or some variation) matter-of-factly with no tears whatsoever. Try it sometime. I promise you, life changing.

Then we walked out to the beach and spent about an hour on the beach soaking up the sun and playing in the surf. Lily loves the ocean, specifically the waves. She kept saying "Ocean's coming! Ocean's coming!" and begging me to lift her above the (pretty much nonexistent because of the sand bar) waves.

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So the title of this post comes from an event that occurred while we were at the beach. Well, it started on our walk to the beach. Lily announced she had to go potty so we quickened our pace and once at the restroom Andrew took her in. They were barely gone for a minute before they came back out and Andrew said "She won't go because its just a hole."

I was like "What?! Its literally just a hole in the floor?!" No wonder she won't go, I wouldn't either.

Then he explained that its a toilet over a large hole like in a port-a-potty.

Ok, well that described things a bit better. But there was no convincing Lily. She said "I not go pee in the hole."

What's a mom to do? We continued on to the beach but I kept asking her if she had to go really bad and she said no. Uh huh. Sure.

After we'd been playing in the water and sand for a bit she has she has to go pee but again she wasn't going in the hole. So her father tells her to go pee in the water. Only she didn't make it all the way into the water.

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Yeeeeah. That happened.

I'm sure we aren't the only parents in history who have fervently checked to make sure no one is watching while their child pees on the sand at the beach. That only makes it a little less embarrassing.

She eventually did go pee on the "hole potty."

That night we had dinner out at Carrabas. Yay for Italian food!

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Tuesday, November 06, 2012

The Results Are In...

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So I'm sitting here on Facebook late this evening reading my friends' status updates and feeling kind of like a calm wave in a stormy sea. On one side you have the people who are disappointed or even outright angry over tonight's presidential election results and then there are the others who are elated or perhaps gloating over their victory.

Me? I'm just happy to have had the chance to vote. To feel like I'm making a difference in the vast scheme of things.

This isn't a political post to go on and on about who I voted for and why. I just wanted to express my gratitude for those women who worked their asses off a hundred years ago so that women today could have the right to vote. Without them I wouldn't have been able to walk into the polling place this afternoon with the biggest, stupidest grin on my face and cast my vote.

Yes, I get positively giddy at the prospect of voting for the next President of the United States.

Don't you?