One of the things I was most concerned about when Lucy was born was how in the world I was going to nurse a baby with a 2 (now 3) - year old running around the house. Was I supposed to hide away and let him run around the house? Did I need to cover up with a thick blanket? What was I to do?
Amanda told me that he was young enough that he wouldn't even remember, or probably even care, and I took her advice to heart, because she is pretty much always right. And Milo really asked a few times what Lucy was doing, but that was it. We've eased into a good routine where I sit in Lucy's room with the door open, and he sometimes hangs out in there, sometimes goes about his business elsewhere, and all is well.
And then yesterday happened. Milo was playing with cars on the rug as Lucy nursed, and before I knew what was happening, he was right up close to her head with a quizzical smile.
"Mommy, what is Lucy eating?" he asked.
"Milo, you know that Lucy is eating her milk." I responded.
"No, Mommy, Lucy is drinking her milk," he said, inching closer. "But what is she eating?"
Ladies and gentlemen, it's nursing tent time.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
I know I mention frequently what a character my child is... Today Milo looked at Nate, pointed at him, and said, "Daddy, you are OLD." Nice, Milo. It's a good thing his daddy is nicer about things like that than I am. He just laughed and said, "Milo, you're right, I'm the oldest person in our family." Well played, Nate.
Milo has also been frustrated with me that I haven't let him wear shorts when it's 40 degrees outside. Well, it's been in the 70s the last few days, and I think he was subtly hinting to me that it might be time for shorts by shoving his pants legs up as far as he could...
And then there's this little nugget. She's working on two teeth on the bottom. Like, working on them as in I can see them just under the surface. Needless to say, it's been crankytime at my house most of the time the last few days. I dressed her as the little ray of sunshine that she is just to remind her how sweet and joyful she really is.
In other news, do you know how hard it is to get a good picture of three, and then four, small children in a chair together?
Monday, February 17, 2014
Okay, let me make up for my lack of posting with lots of extra pictures. Life rolls on, whether the browser is working or not, so I have quite a few pictures hanging out waiting to be seen. So many stories to tell. Now just to remember them all... And let me just mention that my sweet son, who has a knack for saying completely inappropriate things without meaning to, has really been at it...
He refers to binoculars as "knockers." As in, "Hey Mommy, I see your knockers!" Um, no. And yesterday he proudly told me, "Mommy, I like to call these crackers with cream cheese crappers." Um, no again. Got to love the sweet innocence of childhood.
Would you believe that Alex wore this once upon a time? It's still a bit large for Milo, but we had a go at it anyway.
|Double stroller = party train|
|Those blue eyes. What are we going to do?|
|Classic Milo face. Part quizzical, part eating chips.|
|They BOTH love to swing these days! Makes park trips fun for everyone.|
|Adventures with the tall slide. Milo had to re-conquer his fear of it after a huge girl clobbered him on it. I wanted to spank her myself.|
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Woo-hoo! Browser issues solved by genius husband. Thank you, Nate. So, without further ado, I present... The Lulu face. Lucy is an all-or-nothing kind of girl. If she's cranky, she's fiercely cranky. But when she's a little ray of sunshine, she lights up an entire room.