Thursday, April 10, 2014
A few months ago while flossing Stasa's teeth, we noticed what we initially thought was a second row of teeth coming in. Yeah, you might think that's something that only sharks have, but apparently Tom was part shark as a kid and he had rows of teeth seedlings in his mouth. We've always joked that Stasa is a shark since she got her first tooth at four months and then had a mouthful before all of the other kids.
The second row of teeth turned out to be a single adult tooth - all jagged at the top and HUGE compared to her baby teeth. Her two bottom teeth started to get wiggly and loose and we started checking on the loose teeth every night. Finally one night she was talking and her one bottom tooth looked higher than all of the others. I asked to check it and sure enough it was hanging on by a thread. She sat in Tom's lap and I gave it a teeny tug and out it came. She was AMAZED and so happy and couldn't stop looking at her new smile.
I dug out my old tooth pillow from my childhood and had her place the little tooth in it and then under her pillow. Before bed she put her ear against the tooth fairy's door to make sure she could hear her in there. LOL
The tooth fairy did not disappoint and when Stasa woke up she plunged her hand under her pillow and pulled out two new dimes. She was so proud of those new dimes and kept them with her all day - even at school, though we did warn her that she might lose them. I'm pretty sure she kept them in her sweaty fist all day. As soon as she was home we had her put them in her jar to put towards the Hello Kitty she's saving up for. Tom and I were both a bit wistful for our little baby Stasa. Not a week goes by that we don't look at each other and mention how grown up she's getting. Stasa on the other hand can't wait to grow up even more. She's already counting down to her sixth birthday. Slow down, little girl. Enjoy being five.
Monday, April 7, 2014
Lexi's third birthday came and went faster than I thought it would. In the beginning of March I remember chatting with Tom about her birthday and what we were going to get her and plan for her and then BAM it was the week of her birthday and we hadn't accomplished anything. Thankfully she's easy to buy for and simply requested "a lot of Hello Kitties." So I packed up Stas and went out to Old Navy to get her just that. Together we picked out a new Hello Kitty shirt, two more small stuffed Hello Kitty dolls, a Hello Kitty flashlight and Hello Kitty water bottle.
Stas was sick on Lexi's actual birthday, so she stayed home while Tom and I worked from home. She helped decorate, and made a banner and card for Lexi before running up to get dolled up (including doing her own makeup).
Stasa and I stayed home while Tom went to school to pick up Tommy and Lexi. She was so excited the minute she walked through the door and saw all of the decorations...especially the balloons. I don't know what it is about balloons, but if we bought nothing but those, the kids would probably be happy. She counted up her balloons and then split them evenly between her and Stasa. Then it was straight to gifts. Each and every thing she opened she hugged and declared it her favorite thing ever.
After opening all of her gifts, she and Stasa ran around like looney toons with the balloons. Tommy took advantage of the opportunity and snatched some of Lexi's presents and started playing with them himself.
We let Lexi decide what to have for dinner and she, of course, picked chicken nuggets, apple slices, and chocolate milk (gee, I wonder where you could get *that* meal?). After dinner it was time for cake. I tried a new frosting for this one and it turned out pretty good. It wasn't as sweet as buttercream, but I thought it was perfect and nice and light. I also tried my hand at making colored sanding sugar for the rainbow. I didn't bake it so it really looks more like sand than crystals, but Lexi loved it because it was a rainbow and that's all that matters, right?
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Yeah, so I guess I've been a bit busy seeing. as I haven't even checked in here in nearly a month. Between my new job and the million projects I've started around the house, plus Lexi's birthday and Tommy's upcoming birthday, I've had zero time. And yet, I have so many things to update on here - like Lexi's birthday and Stasa's first visit from the tooth fairy and spring days and plans for a shared sisters bedroom. Maybe I'll find some quiet time this Sunday to put it all together. In the meantime, here's a picture of my sweet babies.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Little man is just so awesome right now. He's cruising and crawling everywhere and literally gets into everything. You can not turn your back on him for one second without him tearing something apart. Yesterday was a snow day so all of the kids were home while we attempted work, thankfully the girls played somewhat quietly while Tommy napped so we got a huge chunk of actual work time in. Wait, where was I? Oh, right. Tommy and destroying things. Don't turn your back on him. So, yesterday we were all home and the kids were all in the living room having a morning snack and I took like two seconds to step into our office, which is within sight of the living room and within that time Tommy emptied the majority of a tissue box. Two seconds and tissues were all over the place. And then HE was mad at ME for taking them away. Mean mama.
Even with the destructiveness I still love this age. He's into everything, but he's figuring things out by himself because he's into everything. I don't think I can say it enough, but he plays with things so differently than the girls did. Almost everything winds up as some sort of mallet or drumstick to bang on just about anything.
Now he's 10 months old and will soon be a whole year, which is just crazy talk. Little man is standing by himself when he wants to, but I kind of doubt he'll be walking anytime soon as he doesn't really trust the whole standing on two feet without holding on thing. Silly boy.
Friday, February 14, 2014
Friday, February 7, 2014
My baby is already nine months old. I know I say this with every milestone and monthday, but seriously. How is he already nine months old? He's now been an outside baby longer than he was inside.
Tommy is still the happiest baby I know. He's cruising everywhere and holds on with just one hand, but isn't quite ready to try standing on his own. He crawls insanely fast and gets into things the girls had zero interest in. And now he's reached that "fun" age where I say no and he laughs hysterically and does the thing anyway. He basically eats whatever we eat now, which has made meals so much easier, though the little man can make a giant mess when he eats and often winds up in the sink for a quick bath.
He's still in nine month clothing, but he's slowly busting out of them. Before his well check I guessed that he would be pretty high on the height charts and somewhere around 20 pounds - at least that's what he feels like when I carry him. His official nine month stats:
Weight: 20lbs 7oz, 64th percentile
Height: 29 3/4", 94th percentile
Head: 18 1/4", 85th percentile
Our little man is just getting bigger and bigger and before we know it he'll be ONE.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
I mean I know this is the age kids will get their hands on scissors and decide to use them inappropriately. Yesterday when Tom walked in with the kids he said, "Stasa do you want to tell mommy what you did or do you want me to tell her?" I was busy washing dishes at the time and took a deep breath, not knowing what to expect. Stasa wouldn't tell me, she just stood there with big tears in her eyes. Tom finally told me that during art center, Stasa snipped a lock of her hair and then also cut her friend, Lizbeth's hair.
Tom didn't see Lizbeth or her mom, but her mom has to be upset. We talked to Stasa about proper use of scissors and asked her to write an apology to Lizbeth. Her teachers also took away her scissor privileges for the week. That night at bedtime I asked her what made her want to cut her hair. She goes to school with her hair up nearly every day, but often takes it out halfway through the day. She kept saying she didn't want her hair all the way down to her feet, but wanted it as long as her ears. I told her I could take her to get it professionally cut so it would be shorter and she broke into tears. I have no idea what's going on with her and she wouldn't tell me what's wrong - only that she didn't want to go to school anymore and is ready to go to big school now. This hair cutting incident isn't the first "issue" (ugh, I hate even calling it that because it's a normal kid thing to cut your own hair) we've noticed. Earlier this week she wasn't listening to her teachers and refused to leave the library at school because she wanted to keep reading. And then started talking back to them.
Tom and I are wondering if she just had too much birthday (even though we kept it pretty low key this year). Maybe having the party then special dinner on her birthday and then another celebration with family was just too much too close together? Maybe now that she's five she thinks she's too old or too big for pre-k? Maybe she's just having a tough time. I wish I could figure it out. Her teachers asked what was going on at home to cause her to behave like that, which, let me tell you, did not please me. Yes, teacher, please *do* assume that it must be a home issue. ::sigh:: I personally think it was a culmination of things - too much birthday, too many snow days for the school-agers, and too much television in the mornings at school. (Yes, television at school. Tell me about it. It's on my list for when we meet with the new director.)
Last night after we put all of the kids to bed I heard crying coming from Stasa's room. I went in and she asked if she could sleep in our bed. We really try to keep the kids in their own beds, so I told her no, but she could come down and have quiet time with us for a little while before going back to bed. She came down and snuggled up on the couch between us and didn't talk that much. When I told her it was time to go to bed, she got up, gave hugs and kisses and went to bed. I'm on the fence about her bedtime and am toying with letting her stay up a bit later than the others so she can get some quiet time with us (and we can give her some big girl privilege).
For now I'm just going to hope she leaves the hair cutting to the professionals.