40 Weeks, 6 weeks ago

Looking back just a few short weeks ago I have come to a conclusion: I was a big fat fatty. Well I realized that and something else: I am ridiculously sentimental. Its been six weeks and already I'm feeling nostalgic about being pregnant. I can literally be holding my newborn and be daydreaming about being pregnant again. Part of it is that people around me are continuing to have babies, so with every baby that pops into this world my uterus aches. Which is ironic because my uterus just got over the post pregnancy aches from Harlyns birth. Don't let me trick you into thinking that having two kids ain't no thang for me and that I am anxious to juggle another. I am barely keeping my head above water with these two people. Its just that pregnancy is beautiful, and if I ever get to be pregnant again I plan on relishing in the moment so much more.

And maybe I will eat a lot less sugar.

Easier said then done on both counts.

She's One Month Old

 

A few little facts about our sweet girl:

 She held her head up within minutes of her birth

Brad thinks she looks like a baby rhesus monkey

She has shoulders like a linebacker and they are covered with blonde fuzzy hair

She has flashed her adorable grin since the day she was born

She falls asleep the best with her face smashed right up against the boob

Her arms, fingers and legs are all so long for her little body

She makes a face like a whistler, with her mouth puckered into an O

She refuses to nurse if her head is covered, creating quite a predicament when she needs to eat in public

She cries just about every time Khage comes near her

She wakes up 1-2 times a night and every so often she spoils me and doesn't wake until morning

She is a super eater and Mommy is a super feeder, making us one incredible team

She cannot handle heat, breaking out in a heat rash within moments of being outside

Poor thing loves the outdoors but rarely gets to go out (see above)

She wont take a pacifier but loves to suckle

Just about every night, from 7 until she falls asleep, she is ticked at the world and doesn't know why

She clenches her fingers in the tightest little fists making it impossible for us to force her to hold our fingers

and we cannot believe she is only one month old and yet we feel like we have loved her forever.

If A Caveman Can Do It

I am loving this whole brother sister thing going on in this house.

Khage loves Harlyn.

Harlyn will grow to love Khage.

Currently Harlyn would rather Khage didn't bother her. 

I am constantly telling Khage how much she loves him, hoping he doesn't already recognize that shes kinda not that into him. I think there are so many reasons to blame for this; when he holds her he squeezes her and he has this thing about not so gently rubbing her face with, what Brad calls, his big ol' paws. Then there was that time that he lugged her around like a caveman. Sister was only seven days old when he took her out of her swing and hauled her to the couch where he was fixing to hold her. We caught him just as he was securing a comfortable spot for himself before he was set to drag her onto his lap. After we did a quick scan of her body for damage, we couldn't help but laugh. And all the while this darn narcoleptic didn't even bother to wake up, he could of dropped her and she still wouldn't have come out of her milk induced coma. In fact were not even sure he didn't drop her, or carry her upside down, or drag her by her legs. Poor thing has no idea what is in store for her being that boy's little sister. Sorry Harlyn, your brothers kind of a neanderthal. But a very sweet and loving neanderthal.

 

She's Here.

In all reality she has been here for three weeks and three days... but when you have a newborn reality slowly fades away and your replaced by a mindless breastfeeding, dinner making, house cleaning, diaper changing, toddler playing machine of a human being. My thoughts revolve around these two littles and things that used to seem so important, like brushing my teeth, quickly get thrown on the back burner. Not even joking, and totally disgusting, at one point I realized I hadn't brushed my teeth for TWO days. Yes, two whole days. Please don't hold it against me, I have then started brushing again. Cross my heart.
Back to my sweet girl, she's here and she's lovely. We are all so smitten with everything about her; the way her lips curl into those impish grins while she sleeps and the incredibly funky manner in which her hair stands straight up all on its own. We know she has passed the test and can stay as long as she wants because her big brother gave her the stamp of approval. Since she has arrived he has doted over her; sweetly placing random kisses on her face and begging us to let him hold her insistently through the day. And sometimes he doesn't even ask... but that's for another post.
We are so happy to welcome this beautiful girl into our family. She is truly a blessing and we have felt overwhelmed with gratitude from the moment she was placed in our arms. Our little family has never felt so complete. Harly Mae we love you through and through.

My first born.

"Khage, my little boy, our precious first born, and very soon to be big brother. Sometimes when you call out for me all I can do is smile because two years and five months later it still shocks me to the core that some little being calls me Mama. When I imagined what you would be like before I even met you I never considered the notion that you wouldn't be purely pieces borrowed from your Daddy and I, but also little bits of your own peculiar self all compiled together to form one imperfectly perfect child. You are my first real and true selfless love. I didn't grow to love you over time, I don't take away pieces of my love based on your actions and overtime I only manage to cram my overflowing heart with more and more precious memories that include your adorable face. As you lay in my bed napping I sit here scribbling this post because I'm worried how life will change for you in a few short days with Harlyn's birth. I'm worried I haven't told you enough how much I love you. And looking back I fear that I have not made it perfectly clear that my heart bursts daily when you hold my hand, or wrap your arms around my neck and kiss me with your little puckered lips. I love you Khagey with all that I am."

These were a few words I jotted down days before your sister was born. I don't remember what caused me to not publish this post that day but the fears I was carrying were weighing heavy on my heart and I just couldn't stand that your life was going to be changing. Looking back it was all so petty; my fear of splitting the love that I had for you was in retrospect quite silly... my heart is certainly big enough for you and your sister. Nothing got cut in half, everything just grew.

Gollum called, He Wants His Teeth Back.

It all started when Brad dared me to eat dirt. Normally I'm above those things but Khage was there pressuring me with his eyes; I could tell he wanted me to do it and I figured I could always use some Cool Mom points so I ate it and instantly he was impressed. And now Khage can often times be found in the yard snacking on some earth.

He will randomly walk up looking like this

and it takes me a few seconds before I realize that's dirt in his teeth and all over his face and not something much much worse.

 

And those my friends are the scariest few seconds of my life.

 

 

Just a Little Accident

Last night Khage wanders into our room at 2 a.m., stark naked and holding a fresh pair of undies. If your the parent of a toddler you know these signs don't add up to anything good.

First he made his way to Brad's side of the bed, so naturally I pretended to be asleep with the hope that Brad was gonna hop out of bed and handle it. But what I temporarily forgot was that Brad is Night of the Living Dead between the wee hours of 12 a.m to 4 a.m. If your not a barking dog or burglarizing our home then he probably won't hear you, sorry Khage.*

So I heave ho this pregnant bod out of bed to assess the situation. He either peed himself while he slept or was unsuccessfully filling up water balloons in his bed during the night. I'm going with my initial hypothesis: he peed.

Immediately once he sees the scene of the accident he looses it. He begins to verbally beat himself up, crying about how he peed all over his blankets and pillows, begging me to comfort him, and basically hating himself for what he's done. So there I stand trying to talk this kid off a ledge and reassuring him that it can all be cleaned up and accidents happen sometimes. This is the FIRST accident he has had in his bed so I'm not gonna loose sleep over it... and apparently Brad wont either. See what I did there? But the poor guy just wouldn't let it go.

I'm like can't we all just get along and get these urine soaked sheets off your bed.
And he's like down on his knees screaming whyyyy? with his fists to the sky.

My memory is a little fuzzy on the details but I'm pretty sure I nailed it on the dialogue.

And because Khage did not find any fun in posing with his pee pee sheets you get this image instead

*(Sidenote to burglars I sleep with one eye open and the gun is in reach so don't be so quick to label us easy targets just because my husband sleeps in a coma - I'm like a mama bear, I will handle you)

Big Boy Bed Making

Today Khage made his own bed. It instantly warmed my innards like a cup a noodle soup because he was just beaming with pride over his hard work. It was definitely not up to the Hilton Standard and I had to practice complete control not to fix it but it was just about the cutest bed making job I have seen yet. He had to climb on and off of the bed to get the sheets just right and every so often he would let out a guff of air as confirmation to how hard he was working. The blankets were left askew and the pillows tossed about all kooky, kinda like how Daddy makes the bed but a cute variation because a toddler did it, and the second he was done he ran to find Brad to show him what a big boy he was.

See that finished product? Simply perfect right!
And check out that face. He was so tickled a masculine shade of pink over his job well done.

But seconds later he was jumping on the so called made bed.

Oh well, such is the life of a hardworking toddler.

Are you really asking yourself "did she just write a post about bed making"? Absolutely!
Us Moms are easy... make your bed, clean up a dish, wipe your own butt. Were a simple breed, make our life easier and you get yourself featured on a blog post. End of story.

 

Easter 2013

We may or may not have gone over board with Khage's Easter basket this year. Brad and I basically went our own way on picking out gifts and once it was compiled together it was just obnoxiously too much. It was basically Christmas for this spoiled rotten boy but our hearts feel extra soft when we realize it is Khage's last holiday as an only child. Soon enough he and his sister will start sharing the holiday fund and they will basically wake up to half empty baskets with only jellybeans in 'em and maybe one of those headbands with bunny ears on it to share.

 

Sadly Brad and I were both sick with the flu so all of our planned festivities with the family got canceled and we were left to celebrate this Holiday on our own. So instead we just let Khage consume more then half of his chocolate trout before 8am, and then we proceeded to watch movies all morning and lounge about in our jamas.

 

That was until Gnama and Pompa saved Khage from us and took him to a few parks, spoiled him with attention and fed him a delicious dinner that included a chocolate milkshake. We cannot say enough how grateful we are for them doing so, nothing keeps you sick longer then having to chase around a rambunctious toddler and boy does he love his own time with his Grandparents...

thanks AGAIN and AGAIN Mom & Dad!!! 

I think my favorite moment of Easter was when Khage got a real Lightening McQueen car. Let me give you a background story: Khage loves the Cars movies and one random day he found a red hot wheels car at the park and because we didn't want to have to buy him a Lightening McQueen car to satisfy his newest obsession we just started telling him that red car was McQueen. Cruel parenting I know. So once he saw the REAL McQueen in his basket he immediately realized the old one was a counterfeit and stated with a look of disgrace, that he wanted to throw it in the trash... and frankly I haven't seen it since.

 

So that completes the last Holiday post from our little family of three.

 



Someone Open a Window.

My house reeks of testosterone.

I'm surrounded by men.

 Just little ol' me against a couple of dudes.

They are always hangin' out together doing masculine things; holding screwdrivers and shaving.

 I can't wait for Bebe Sister to get here and even things out.

See that down there?

That's pure man... and Man In Training.

Khage so badly wants to be like his Daddy. My littleboy cant wait to be a man.
If he had it his way he would fall out of bed in the morning doing push ups and smelling of Daddies Old Spice.

Don't judge us. Brad isn't really shaving our two year olds face, he's using the back of the razor to gently wipe away the shaving cream. You just simmer it right down.