Month: September 2013

Poor Mary woke up at 5:45am whimpering because she had pooped, and who knows how long she had gone with it in her diaper since she was asleep. Her diaper rash was awful, and I felt so, so sorry for my baby. That said, I would have preferred a later start to my day, and so I improvised a survival solution by doing absolutely nothing all day.

That worked for Mary! She’s teething, doesn’t want to eat, and therefore lethargic, so she just cuddled with me while Lydia played, watched her kid shows, and practiced going to the potty. I did not clean anything or cook anything today. I spent all the free time I had finishing up my book No Easy Day (don’t even ask me why I read it–it was on the “Lucky Day” shelf at the library, so I guess I thought it had to be good if it made it to The Shelf), and shopping on Zulily. Yikes!

I did, however, drop the kids off at Abe’s office at 5:30pm so I could make the 6:15 session of Bikram Yoga. Afterwards, I lay on the six-inch wide bench outside of the room and tried to get the energy to walk to the car. Don’t mind the chubby lady trying to fit on the teeny bench, sweating a pool of smelly puddles onto the floor and tootin’ up a storm! (That would have been me.)

Since I was lazy, I did not get that many pictures today, so I made up for it by running around the house before typing this blog so I could photograph random things to talk about. Here we go!

 

Aghhh! Below is my naked toddler again. The neighbors can see right into our house (we live on a hill), and so I am sure they think I am negligent. Lydia had two full hours of quiet time today…she actually has a blast during quiet time, but I do wonder what the neighbors think watching a little naked child run all around by herself for that amount of time. Also, here she is calling her cat on the phone. (The cat is her favorite thing in the world, and we accidentally left it in New York. I have been ambivalent about asking Clark and Swathi to send it back since Lydia’s devotion transformed a cuddly stuffed animal into a mangy, smelly, most-likely-hazardous object. But Lydia has talked about/to the cat every day since he went missing weeks ago, and my heart goes out to this loyal child of mine.)

Last night was rough. Abe and I got to bed around midnight, and two hours later Lydia woke up from a nightmare. I had those all the time growing up, and I really appreciated that my mom always came to me when I was scared. So we do the same for Lydia, and Abe heroically got out of bed and comforted her. A mere two hours after that, Mary woke up sobbing from a poopy diaper and fire-engine red diaper rash. I changed her diaper and put her down, but the ordeal was so loud and messy that Abe got involved; by the end, I was wide awake and did not fall asleep again until right before Lydia woke us at 7:30 with the news that she had peed and pooped in her potty. (By the way, Lydia had no accidents again today and kept her bed dry all night. Go Lydia!!)

So I had trouble being motivated today. I ate too many brownies, let Lydia watch hours of kiddie shows on DVD and the iPad, and stayed engrossed in my own book way after the girls were done with afternoon nap/quiet time. (That means I read my book to myself for an hour while they did whatever the heck they wanted nearby.)

During Family Home Evening,  we read from the Doctrine and Covenants about establishing a house of order, and then we promptly tramped down to the basement to organize. Basically, cold weather will be upon us soon, and I want to do crafts with the kids down there without feeling that we are being ambushed by entropy. Hence my proposal for our FHE activity. (Abe did all the work while Mary and I cuddled on the couch. I love my husband.)

Before FHE, I did get some other stuff done. I took Mary (and Lydia) to the doctor when Mary’s diaper rash started bleeding. SO sad. And I cleaned the basement, did laundry, cooked dinner, wrote in my scripture journal and, of course, cleaned the kitchen. Considering I feel like I have been slogging through mud all day, that’s not too bad, right?

Lydia had zero accidents today. Count’em: Ze-ro! We are just beside ourselves with joy. At the same time, I am terrified that the candy corn potty treats plugged her up and set her up for some, um, nighttime trauma. So we end the day on a note of proud trepidation.

Aside from the loveliest of phone calls with Clark and Swathi  (and also a sweet, short call with my mom and Uncle Steve), here are the best parts of our day, in pictures:

Lydia left her undies on the front path in her haste to make it to the potty. Our undie-less toddler single-handedly dragged down the property value of homes on our block tonight, but we were so proud of her nonetheless.

Our apple tree, because we love it so much.

Today was Sunday. Normally on Sunday, we try to be good Mormons and refrain from work. We were inside the first part of the day, and Abe was helping so much that I could not resist getting a head start on this week’s meals. By the end of the day, I had cooked the following:

The cutest story of the day is that after we put Lydia to bed tonight, she wet the bed. When Abe went in to her bedroom, she was repeating over and over, with tears streaming down her face, “I wet the bed, but that’s okay. I wet the bed, but that’s okay.” And she was frantically trying to put on a new pair of what she thought were undies (they were actually just Mary’s cotton shorts). “Daddy, can you please help me put these on?” she sniffled. Our hearts became water reservoirs on the spot.

I wish I could take credit for the potty training work that went on in the house today, but I’ll confess that I cheated and went to the farmer’s market, Tony Caputo’s, and the grocery store this morning while Abe dealt with all of the accidents. (To be fair to myself, I have had the girls for three straight days by myself, and the wheels had come off the cart and rolled far, far away.) As I was bringing in the groceries, Lydia peed all over the box of applesauce cartons and then…no more accidents until bed time! I am thankful to God for answering my request for some aid in this process, and I am thankful to Abe for helping me feel sane again.

I also went to stake conference tonight.  The stake president counseled us all to keep the commandments, and if we don’t know where to start, just start by trying to be nice people. It was a more inspiring talk than it probably sounds here.

Because I actually had time to cook today, my kitchen is a holy-moly mess that I need to go clean. So here’s the daily picture fest.

 

 

Both play dates this morning cancelled, so I made some quick decisions about what to do with the day. I decided we’d trek to Target to get ready for Lydia’s big potty training day tomorrow and then to Kid-to-Kid for some fall and winter clothes for the girls. After the outings, the girls did not take their naps (I felt soooooooo sorry for myself!), and so we practically jumped straight in to the dinner, snack, second-dinner routine.

Tonight I actually made multiple dishes, and I was so proud that the girls had options aside from graham crackers. Sadly, Mary was super fussy (maybe she’s teething? This week she has morphed from my easy baby to this squawking, screaming, super-duper-picky child!) and kept refusing to eat. Finally I gave up and let her crawl to Lydia’s table where she set up shop stealing all of Lydia’s food. Lydia was eating only on the condition that she be nice to Mary, and so she very sweetly shared her food and kept spooning out heaps of rice onto the table for Mary to grab.

Anyway, I need to get reading up on potty training because tomorrow is the big day, and I have done zero research thus far. This was kind of an impulsive decision borne out of a conversation I had with my friend, Misty, who just potty trained her daughter on Thursday. After a mere eight accidents, Sophia got it! I pray Lydia’s training can be a similar experience (please note that we have white carpets), but I don’t hold out much hope. We shall see, I guess.

So here are the pics from the day. I should really figure out Flickr so that I can just do a daily picture dump there.

I have been playing with, reading to, driving around, and cleaning up after my children since 7:30am. (Lydia finally went down at 10pm…a story that may or may not be told in this blog.) They napped for two beautiful hours, during which I lay on the couch, picked out a recipe for dinner and read half of No Easy Day by Mark Owen (the navy seal on the team who killed Bin Laden).

Here’s what I accomplished today. I read Lydia over 30 books (I counted during clean-up), most of them multiple times. I colored a LOT with Lydia and got carried away doing the word puzzles in her Candy and Cupcakes coloring book. I showered, got dressed, and even put on make-up (all with Mary’s active participation). I cooked breakfast (eggs and oatmeal), lunch (mac ‘n cheese from a box and baked beans from a can), and dinner (bean, basil and zucchini salad–from my garden!, instant oatmeal again, nutella sandwiches because I was beginning to be depressed that 2 hours had passed and we were still in the throes of meal time).

I cleaned the kitchen every time the girls ate meals or snacks (every one and a half hours in the morning, and continually from 4:30pm until 7pm at night.) I cleaned it again after I put the girls to bed at 9pm, and then again after Lydia screamed and screamed and screamed that she was hungry and needed a late night snack at 10pm.

You may wonder what I mean by “cleaning the kitchen,” and you also might wonder why I do it so often. I mean this: Getting down on my hands and knees and using a wash rag to scrub everywhere the girls have dropped/thrown their food while eating. Then I scrub down surfaces where they ate (sometimes I start doing this while they are eating so that I have a head start and so Mary doesn’t totally lose it during that awful time when she’s done eating but I still have more to clean before I can get her up because if I don’t, she WILL crawl everywhere and track the mess all over the house. Excuse the run-on, but those times of day are when my stress level feels almost unmanageable.) I then clean all the dishes it took to produce and eat the meal. Sometimes I leave the dishes until later, but I hate doing that because I know I will have even more dishes to do on less energy as the day marches on.

I have considered NOT cleaning the kitchen so much, but then I just picture little feet running through the kitchen and then tracking crumbs, jelly and cheese goop all over the house. In this reverie, I also visualize little hands touching sticky surfaces and then sticky-fying my entire house. That thought makes me want to start drinking. I am not exaggerating. So instead, I keep on cleanin’ on, and by the end of the day, I’m not drinking, but believe me, my inner dialogue is soooooo not G, PG, or PG13 rated.

Okay, where was I? Oh, yes. After I got dressed, I read Mary these:

Then I took the girls to the library for story time.

Then the guy who checked our books out told us that it was going to rain. With that in mind, I high-tailed it to the park for some outdoors time before the downpour.  The weather while we played at the park was my version of heaven (the overcast, breezy, not-at-all chilly kind of glorious).

Then it was home, lunch, coloring time, reading time, and nap time. After nap time, we embarked on an eating fest that lasted almost until bath time.

Abe has been out of town, but he got in tonight in time to see Lydia before I put her down again.

Time to go to bed so we can do it all again tomorrow.

Lydia and I just finished our first real music lesson. Up until now, we have had fun sessions at the piano where we sing, play, talk about high and low, soft and loud, etc., but today was the first day I actually made her do something hard that she did not want to do. And I feel very ambivalent about how it went down.

I sat her down at the piano today and said, “Lydia, we’re going to tap some rhythms, okay?” She was compliant at first, but then I tapped a rhythm that was not just quarter notes. I tapped: quarter note–8th note, 8th note–quarter note.  (One, Two-and Three.) Not hard, right?

Lydia tried about three times before giving up. Since I had literally ALL the time in the world, I decided that we would not do anything until she got it right. For the next hour and a half, she screamed, rolled on the floor, pushed furniture, and pounded things while I clapped and tapped out that rhythm on everything in sight. Mary, on the other hand, tried the ENTIRE time to tap the rhythm. Any time I tried a new surface, Mary crawled to it and tapped or clapped her own version of the rhythm. Each time this happened, I ecstatically praised Mary until Lydia competitively banged out her own attempt. Suuuuch bad parenting, I know.

About half an hour into the fiasco, Lydia did manage to pound something on the table that sounded like the rhythm, but the two middle notes were uneven and unconvincing, so I made a split second decision and told her she was really, really close, but that she could do even better. If I sound like a Nazi, I promise, I did not yell at Lydia or say demeaning things to her. (My dad did that a lot during piano practice, so I hope I know what lines never to cross.) All I did was encourage, hug, praise, kiss and cuddle Lydia, but I did resolve that we would not end the session until she got it right.

Finally, after an hour and a half, I grabbed Lydia’s hands (I had tried multiple times to do this earlier, but she resisted) and clapped the rhythm with her hands for her. It was getting close to nap time and the girls needed food session #4 of the day (Abe eats every two hours as a grown adult male, and the girls seem to have his metabolism, so they eat frequently), and I was starting to question the wisdom of my resolve. So I helped Lydia do it right and then called it good.

Now I’m all in a tizzy about whether this session was a good or bad thing. I think I am leaning toward “bad” because two  is a little young to start this type of music training. Maybe until age four or five it should just be all fun and games, and no real demands should be placed on the child. But then part of me thinks that if Lydia is going to master the piano, she needs to put in 10,000 hours, and the sooner she starts, the better.

We then trekked downstairs to decompress with the banana swirl “ice cream” Lydia had started making before our rhythm debacle. She peeled and broke the bananas into small pieces, I froze them, and then after our session, I put them in the food processor and pushed “on.” That’s all there is to it, and the ice cream was amazing. Daniel Tiger makes this ice cream on his show and it looked easy, so I thought, why not? After their snack, I cleaned up the kitchen as fast as I could (not fast enough for Mary, who was screaming by the time I finished) and shuttled the girls to bed.

It could have been such a happy day if I had not done that rhythmic exercise with Lydia. Here are snapshots from the morning:

Today I went for a jog/walk in the morning because a) my husband is awesome and urged me to go, even though he had to watch the kids, get ready for work, and pay bills all at the same time  b) it was my favorite type of weather outside: slightly overcast in the 70’s (?? — whatever temp it is when you don’t need a sweater but you can still run without feeling like the heat is out to get you).

The clouds were being especially dramatic. Because I am always sure The End Is Near, I thought the formation of the clouds meant there was a tornado forming, but actually the clouds just wanted to be swirly and big today.

Then I cleaned the house for two hours while Mary napped and Lydia did…this:

This is the room post-clean-up. You wouldn’t have wanted me to take this picture before then.

During my clean-up, I: vacuumed the entire downstairs, scrubbed down the kitchen, disinfected the upstairs bathroom, straightened up everywhere and organized the kitchen closet.

You might think this is the before picture, but you would be wrong. The before picture was so bad that I didn’t think to take a picture–I just started cleaning. (We have limited closet space in this house, so this closet really works hard, poor thing.)

Then Lydia announced she was hungry, so I quickly fed her pizza and applesauce before our play date with Sarah, Nathan and Hannah. She was still in her pj’s when they arrived at 11, and so I had to change her into actual clothes during the play date.

I love Hannah. When she was born, I was still pregnant with Mary, and  I remember hoping that my baby would turn out half as sweet and cute as Hannah!

Mary woke up half way through the play date. We have started doing her hair in this top knot, and when we take the elastic out before her bath, the hair stays exactly the same! We have to double check each time to make sure we actually took the elastic out.

After the play date, I picked up Lydia’s room for the first time in two days. I could almost hear the toys and books thanking me.

After our play date, I fed the girls lunch, cleaned the kitchen (again), cleaned Lydia’s room, read them a couple books and put them down for naps at 3pm. Then I read my scriptures, wrote in my journal, worked on the blog, wasted time on the internet, and read a little from the book, Far From the Tree by Andrew Solomon. I read the chapter on criminality and how parents deal with kids who turn out to be criminals. I sincerely hope that cross is never mine to bear.

Then Mary woke up, so we played and read books until my brother and sister-in-law called. They wanted to video-chat with the girls, so Lydia woke up and we all chatted for a bit. They are the most doting, sweet, and affirming aunt and uncle ever, and the girls just love them. When tech problems interrupted our chat, Lydia kept asking if we could keep talking to “Uncle Cwark and Aunt Swafi” (Uncle Clark and Aunt Swathi).

After that, we piled into the car to return Nathan’s toys he had left at our house and then went grocery shopping. Then we came home, and as we were pulling into the drive, Lydia rhymed! She had been singing the “We dove in the ocean” song, and the verses all rhyme with the word, “tide”. So as we were pulling into the drive, Lydia made up this verse completely on her own: “We dove in our ho-ome and want to go inside.” I was so proud of her!

Then we ate dinner and too many graham crackers with Nutella (Abe had to work late tonight and did not come home until after bed time). Then I did a cursory cleaning of the kitchen and hauled the girls upstairs for their baths.  About half hour into book time before bedtime, I ran downstairs to get Mary’s bottle, and on the way up I heard the sweetest conversation I have ever heard in my life. Mary had crawled to the baby gate and was crying at the top of the stairs because I was gone.

Lydia said, “It’s okay, Mary. Mama will be back soon. Do you love your mama, Mary? She is so nice. See, I told you she would be back soon.”

I about died of happiness right on the spot. After hearing that, it was kisses and cuddles and singing and rocking and more kisses and cuddles (and almost as many books as Lydia wanted) until bed time. I still have to clean up the kitchen again, but I will do so with a light heart tonight. I am so happy to know my love is reciprocated!

Did I mention Lydia will eat anything? As in, two days before we were supposed to board a flight for India, she swallowed the top of a nail clipper. (It came out the morning of our flight, thank goodness.) Tonight, while she was home with the babysitter, she guzzled nail polish remover. After we debriefed with poison control (and came home early from our date), we sat Lydia down and grilled her about if/how much nail polish she drank. Lydia cheerfully replied that she’d drunk the whole bottle and had a bad feeling in her tummy. She then smiled and took a big bite out of the crayon she was coloring with. Clearly, she loved all the attention, and I can hardly recall a time when she has been so cheerful and charming. We think she is going to be fine.

So, about the date! Abe’s mom sits on the board of directors for the Utah Chamber Artists, and tonight was their benefactor concert, so we got to go! The music was transcendent. Have you ever wondered what it must be like to be God and have everyone praying and demanding things of you–all at once? This piece is an incredible attempt at imagining that scenario: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqZ9Eec6PkA. And this piece was my absolute favorite–a spiritual/musical high that reduced the audience to one big puddle of emotion: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ST67T386rcs

So much excitement after 6:30pm! But before that, we spent exactly ten (glorious) minutes outside of our house. I basically fed, played with, and read to the girls all day inside. And actually, even though that doesn’t sound super exciting, it felt wonderful. Normally on Mondays I disinfect all the bathrooms, vacuum, change the sheets, dust and pick up everywhere. Today I did none of that (although I did fold three loads of laundry that had been sitting in their baskets since Saturday). It felt great to just say, “You know what? Today I AM going to spend quality time with my kids!”

Here are some pics from the day: