Kid4 is almost 5 months old. In the past few weeks she has absolutely mastered rolling from back to tummy, but still had some trouble with tummy to back.
Today I set her on a blanket on the floor with some toys, so she could play. I left the room for a few minutes while Kid2 was sitting next to her playing the wii, to put away a load of laundry. I came back and Kid4 was nowhere to be seen.
I asked Kid2 if he'd moved her, and he said no. Then we heard her.
She had rolled under the coffee table and was happily chewing on a shoe.
Uh oh! Guess we better get back in the habit of babyproofing, STAT.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Two
We've all heard about the Terrible Twos.
Kid3 is in the middle of his twos right now, and he's every inch of the "terrible twos" stereotype - except the terrible part. He's not a bad kid, honestly. He's so sweet, and he tries to be good. He's just so, so TWO. And such a boy, to boot!
But gosh, is he wonderful. I always think as each kid reaches a new age, that their current age is my favorite, so I know I'm a little biased, but Kid3 the way he is right now is totally my favorite age that he has ever been. He's sweet, and he talks all the time, and he's into everything, and when he colors with markers he gets them all over his fat little baby fingers, and he loves "ahs-getti" and "ananas" and says "olive you too" when I tell him I love him.
He's obsessed with Diego (the cartoon) and is starting to do some pretend play. He's always rescuing some animal or another. His older siblings clearly find the pretending annoying, but they do play along.
Today I was tickling him and blew a raspberry on his tummy. He squealed with laughter, caught his breath, and then grinned and said "don't fart me, mommy!" I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes.
The twos get a bad rap. Two is wonderful.
Kid3 is in the middle of his twos right now, and he's every inch of the "terrible twos" stereotype - except the terrible part. He's not a bad kid, honestly. He's so sweet, and he tries to be good. He's just so, so TWO. And such a boy, to boot!
But gosh, is he wonderful. I always think as each kid reaches a new age, that their current age is my favorite, so I know I'm a little biased, but Kid3 the way he is right now is totally my favorite age that he has ever been. He's sweet, and he talks all the time, and he's into everything, and when he colors with markers he gets them all over his fat little baby fingers, and he loves "ahs-getti" and "ananas" and says "olive you too" when I tell him I love him.
He's obsessed with Diego (the cartoon) and is starting to do some pretend play. He's always rescuing some animal or another. His older siblings clearly find the pretending annoying, but they do play along.
Today I was tickling him and blew a raspberry on his tummy. He squealed with laughter, caught his breath, and then grinned and said "don't fart me, mommy!" I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes.
The twos get a bad rap. Two is wonderful.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Someday.
When I was in nursing school, one of my instructors mentioned that a job as a nurse was an amazing way to see the country and talked about how she'd spent several years in Alaska. Since then, I've found myself coming back to the idea of going to Alaska for a couple of years as a nurse. I vacillate between thinking about what an amazing, wonderful, life-changing experience it would be - not just for me but for our kids - and thinking about how stressful and frustrating it would be. So every time I think about it, I end up setting it aside as a non-viable option.
I'm orienting a new nurse on the unit, though, who just got back from Alaska. She lived there for several years and says enthusiastically that she would go back in a second. And her enthusiasm is contagious - it's making me revisit the idea of a just-for-a-few-years move to Alaska.
Not any time soon of course. I'm not even slightly interested in acclimating to a new place with a new baby and a two year old and two older children who love their friends and routines and don't want to change anything. But maybe a few years from now - maybe when I start working on that midwifery degree I still desperately want - that might be something we discuss. And it might not ever happen, but it's so awesome to be able to spend time chatting about the realities of the move with someone who has done it, and realize that it isn't such a non-viable option after all. Even if we never do it, I am kind of enjoying the daydreaming at the moment.
I'm orienting a new nurse on the unit, though, who just got back from Alaska. She lived there for several years and says enthusiastically that she would go back in a second. And her enthusiasm is contagious - it's making me revisit the idea of a just-for-a-few-years move to Alaska.
Not any time soon of course. I'm not even slightly interested in acclimating to a new place with a new baby and a two year old and two older children who love their friends and routines and don't want to change anything. But maybe a few years from now - maybe when I start working on that midwifery degree I still desperately want - that might be something we discuss. And it might not ever happen, but it's so awesome to be able to spend time chatting about the realities of the move with someone who has done it, and realize that it isn't such a non-viable option after all. Even if we never do it, I am kind of enjoying the daydreaming at the moment.
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