James is teething and miserable. He cries in his sleep, so piteously that it makes me cry sometimes. I can't decide if it is worse that Peter's teething or if I was just used to Peter being a crier to begin with.
James is definitely reaping the rewards of all the things we did to try and help Peter. He is still co-sleeping at 8.5 months( dear crazy co-sleepers YOU ARE CRAZY and I cannot wait to be done) but he is not ready to be in his crib yet. On the whole, he is remarkably happy albeit frustrated since he wants to do everything Peter does. Play with everything Peter plays with, GO everywhere Peter goes. Peter's little shadow. He is covered in bruises because he is trying to A. walk and B. play with Peter's toys. He has zero interest in age appropriate toys. I talked to the ped. about it and he said it was ok and that Jamie could handle all the falls and that second children get a lot more minor injuries.
James adores his brother and soaks in his attention. Peter is beginning to bond with James, which is nice but has it's own hazards. Hugs and squeezes that are too squeezy, if James is crying Peter tries to rock him. But you know, in a two year old can snap your neck way.
So I find myself with even less time and no privacy. I am so happy to see them starting to play together, even if it is in a JAMIE NOOO HE IS TOUCHING MY TRAINS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO way.
We are both looking forward to the adorableness of Christmas and dreading it, even with a gate around the tree last year, Peter was RELENTLESS and now I will have two going at it. It's a good problem to have.
I had to take a break on potty training, it was just too difficult while nursing. Jamie was always nursing when Peter would need to pee. Hopefully it will be easier in a month or two when James is nursing less.
It is full on crazy here, with Mr and his work and school. I can't wait for his freaking school to be over. omg. so hard. He is gone from 8 15 a.m. till around 6 30 p..m and then he needs to spend anywhere from two to four hours a night on home work. I almost never get to talk to him and we have not been out alone in a year. I am lucky to have time to get one thing done during the day, most days I can't even unload the dishwasher. If it was not for my awesome, awesome neighbor I would be so effed. She is off on Mondays so frequently she comes over and I can do stuff like cook or flip the laundry. When you can't leave your children, ok I could but then James would wail and wail because I would have to put him in his crib. I suppose either you are the kind of mother who can hack that, or you are not. I fall into the "not" catagory. I don't mind Peter crying because of a tantrum , but sad crying is not something I can tolerate well.
Finances are tight. ohhhh yeah. T.I.G.H.T. We are counting down the weeks til Mr. gets his bonus and we can reboot our checking and savings accounts. Hopefully this was the worst of it, Mr. should get another raise this year, we are putting money in a FSA- Kate finally convinced me it is the right thing I feel so dumb for not doing it last year, and hopefully we will not have any major surgeries or broken bones this year, not to mention the eight weeks Mr. took off after Jamie was born. We got paid for some of it, but it was still a really big hit. We are doing better than a lot of people though, when your idea of hardship is buying unorganic bread flour, that is not too bad.
We are hosting Thanksgiving this year. There will be a new face around our table and that is so wonderful. Jamie is a lovely baby, so happy it is sometimes exhausting. There will be eight of us on Thanksgiving and I am making pumpkin custard, mince pie( eww Mom wants it), stuffing, rolls, mashed potatoes, home made cranberry orange jelly, deviled eggs, roasted brussel sprouts with bacon and balsamic, and home made green bean casserole. Possibly apple sauce. I really want to get an organic turkey but I don't know if we can afford it. We are going to go price them today. My neighbor is bringing a cherry pie and ice cream and my sister is bringing a cheese plate.
I went to a food swap last week. It was not the success I hoped, but I think that is because this swap is new and also the hurricane put a crimp in some peoples plans. There is not one planned for December, but there is for January. I think I might bring home made goat cheese to the next swap.
I miss blogging. I desperately need some time to myself so I can recharge. Once Jamie is in his crib it should be better. I hate co-sleeping, but Jamie is a co-sleep or no sleep baby. When we first tried training him, it was a fiasco because he woke Peter and then even after we got Peter to bed I was a mess the next day. Having a toddler and a baby is no freaking joke.
We are going to visit the school we chose for Peter today. He does not start there for another three years, but they expect a high level of parental involvement and since this is the school we want for him, and since we need them to give him a scholarship we are going to do whatever they want.
Welll I guess that is it for now. Assuming like goes like it normally goes I will be MIA til after Christmas so I just want to say that I am thankful. So thankful for my overfull and messy and crazy and loud plate.
James is definitely reaping the rewards of all the things we did to try and help Peter. He is still co-sleeping at 8.5 months( dear crazy co-sleepers YOU ARE CRAZY and I cannot wait to be done) but he is not ready to be in his crib yet. On the whole, he is remarkably happy albeit frustrated since he wants to do everything Peter does. Play with everything Peter plays with, GO everywhere Peter goes. Peter's little shadow. He is covered in bruises because he is trying to A. walk and B. play with Peter's toys. He has zero interest in age appropriate toys. I talked to the ped. about it and he said it was ok and that Jamie could handle all the falls and that second children get a lot more minor injuries.
James adores his brother and soaks in his attention. Peter is beginning to bond with James, which is nice but has it's own hazards. Hugs and squeezes that are too squeezy, if James is crying Peter tries to rock him. But you know, in a two year old can snap your neck way.
So I find myself with even less time and no privacy. I am so happy to see them starting to play together, even if it is in a JAMIE NOOO HE IS TOUCHING MY TRAINS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO way.
We are both looking forward to the adorableness of Christmas and dreading it, even with a gate around the tree last year, Peter was RELENTLESS and now I will have two going at it. It's a good problem to have.
I had to take a break on potty training, it was just too difficult while nursing. Jamie was always nursing when Peter would need to pee. Hopefully it will be easier in a month or two when James is nursing less.
It is full on crazy here, with Mr and his work and school. I can't wait for his freaking school to be over. omg. so hard. He is gone from 8 15 a.m. till around 6 30 p..m and then he needs to spend anywhere from two to four hours a night on home work. I almost never get to talk to him and we have not been out alone in a year. I am lucky to have time to get one thing done during the day, most days I can't even unload the dishwasher. If it was not for my awesome, awesome neighbor I would be so effed. She is off on Mondays so frequently she comes over and I can do stuff like cook or flip the laundry. When you can't leave your children, ok I could but then James would wail and wail because I would have to put him in his crib. I suppose either you are the kind of mother who can hack that, or you are not. I fall into the "not" catagory. I don't mind Peter crying because of a tantrum , but sad crying is not something I can tolerate well.
Finances are tight. ohhhh yeah. T.I.G.H.T. We are counting down the weeks til Mr. gets his bonus and we can reboot our checking and savings accounts. Hopefully this was the worst of it, Mr. should get another raise this year, we are putting money in a FSA- Kate finally convinced me it is the right thing I feel so dumb for not doing it last year, and hopefully we will not have any major surgeries or broken bones this year, not to mention the eight weeks Mr. took off after Jamie was born. We got paid for some of it, but it was still a really big hit. We are doing better than a lot of people though, when your idea of hardship is buying unorganic bread flour, that is not too bad.
We are hosting Thanksgiving this year. There will be a new face around our table and that is so wonderful. Jamie is a lovely baby, so happy it is sometimes exhausting. There will be eight of us on Thanksgiving and I am making pumpkin custard, mince pie( eww Mom wants it), stuffing, rolls, mashed potatoes, home made cranberry orange jelly, deviled eggs, roasted brussel sprouts with bacon and balsamic, and home made green bean casserole. Possibly apple sauce. I really want to get an organic turkey but I don't know if we can afford it. We are going to go price them today. My neighbor is bringing a cherry pie and ice cream and my sister is bringing a cheese plate.
I went to a food swap last week. It was not the success I hoped, but I think that is because this swap is new and also the hurricane put a crimp in some peoples plans. There is not one planned for December, but there is for January. I think I might bring home made goat cheese to the next swap.
I miss blogging. I desperately need some time to myself so I can recharge. Once Jamie is in his crib it should be better. I hate co-sleeping, but Jamie is a co-sleep or no sleep baby. When we first tried training him, it was a fiasco because he woke Peter and then even after we got Peter to bed I was a mess the next day. Having a toddler and a baby is no freaking joke.
We are going to visit the school we chose for Peter today. He does not start there for another three years, but they expect a high level of parental involvement and since this is the school we want for him, and since we need them to give him a scholarship we are going to do whatever they want.
Welll I guess that is it for now. Assuming like goes like it normally goes I will be MIA til after Christmas so I just want to say that I am thankful. So thankful for my overfull and messy and crazy and loud plate.
