Monday, October 26, 2009

Sign that your newborn nurses too much (or that your husband needs to watch what he says around your two year old)

So the family had a nice get together yesterday at Cedar Bluff in honor of Alston's birthday and her visit to the lowcountry. There were aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, you name it. I was talking with a few of these folks when Anna started getting a little fussy and my darling first daughter Carrie is right there beside me. I ask her a question I've asked a million times since Anna was born.

Me- "Carrie, Anna's upset, huh?"
Carrie - "Yep."
Me - "Yes (we're trying to get her to say 'yes' instead of 'yep' or 'yeah'). What do you think she needs?"

Now, 99.99% of the time when I ask her that question she says "She's hungry" or "she needs food." This, apparently, was the .01% that she busted out with a different answer.

Carrie - "She needs the boob!"

Thanks, Carrie. Appreciate that.

And Jerry - if that's not proof that Carrie is listening to EVERY SINGLE WORD that is said, I don't know what is.

My Inner Chef

One good thing I've discovered while on maternity leave this time around (other than having fun hanging out with Anna), is I've been able to actually cook. Not the "It's 6pm what the heck are we having? Tacos sound good" cooking, but flipping through my recipes and cookbooks and trying new recipes out that I haven't been able to try before now. I really love cooking, I just don't seem to have enough time to do it during the week while working and doing the kid thing. I've discovered some great cookbooks that focus on cooking in large batches at once and then freezing, which actually got me through a lot of the time Jerry was in Portugal. We always have homemade spaghetti sauce at the ready in the freezer, and now some homemade chicken pot pie, chicken enchiladas, and some yummy lasagna.

Before Jerry headed to Chicago yesterday morning he said "You know, I'm going to really miss your cooking this week." I think that was the biggest compliment on my cooking I've ever received :)

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Time flies

Wow, it's been awhile since I've posted here!! So much has happened....Anna's doing much better these days. Eating like a champ, as well as sleeping like a champ. We seem to be in a routine of sleeping for 8 hours at night now, regardless of what time we go to sleep. Last night it was 11:30-7:30; the night before it was 10:30-6:30. I think I can deal with any going to bed time if I know there's 8 hours of sleep to be had afterwards :)

Carrie's doing fabulously with her little sister. As soon as she gets home in the afternoons she runs straight over to the couch where Anna and I usually are (sleeping 8 hours at night means pretty much eating non stop during the day), hops up and starts rubbing her feet and talking to her. She's really taken to the role of big sister very well. Much better than I ever anticipated she would. She still has her moments, to be sure....just ask Jerry about bathtime last night :) Let's just say she never really got a bath. I wasn't in there, but all I could hear was crying from Carrie because Daddy wasn't using the right soap. When he switched to the "right" soap, it magically turned into the wrong soap. I guess that's the prerogative of a two year old (and a female to boot!). She still loves school - learning to write her letters. She comes home and loves to show us how to write A, B, C, D, & E, as that's as far as they've gotten so far. It's crazy to me that she's already writing out letters and so forth.

I'm really making an attempt to truly savor my maternity leave this time around. I think with Carrie I was anxious to get back to work to "regain" some of my identity outside of being a mommy to some extent. This time I am not as concerned with work or making sure the house is just so. This could very well be our last kiddo, which means the last time I'll ever get to experience this time in a child's life. Sappy, yes, but it's how I rationalize not always getting the dishes cleaned before Jerry gets home, or accidentally leaving a load of laundry in the washer :) So if Anna eats then wants to nap in my arms, so be it.