Is it weird that the times I really, REALLY want to blog are when it is basically impossible to do so? During the day when things are happening, or when we're on the move, or when we're eating lunch - these are the moments when I think, "Gah, I really miss blogging - I'll write something tonight." But...of course when both the girls are down for the night and I've cleaned the chaos that is the kitchen these days, the last thing I want to do is write, for some reason. Ah well. I'm sure one of these days I'll figure out how to do more with less time...but probably not, really?
Anyways, we are BUSY. Like, BUSY, busy. Here's what's happening 'round these parts:
- Dorothy is potty-train(ed? ing?). About a month ago, when England got HOT (Gasp! I know), and my babies-who-aren't-such-babies anymore were hanging out in sun dresses and/or just nappies, Dorothy decided to up and potty-train herself. Exactly like I dreamed it, really. Okay, so it wasn't quite like that. But basically, every afternoon after her nap when I went to change her nappy, she'd ask to wear underpants instead. Well, our afternoons are quite laid-back - we hang out at home a lot due to late naps/snacks/dinner-prep/dinners - so it wasn't a big deal or stressful and so she'd just hang out in her pants and take herself to the potty when she needed to and that was that. So when all of the play-groups and activities we normally go to ended for the summer, we decided to just go for it.
WELL. Day one was AMAZING. She spent the whole day in pants, and had ZERO accidents (though it's no wonder - I may have asked her every ten minutes if she needed to use the potty...). She even had a POO in the potty, which I never thought would ever happen (pre-potty, this girl would stand on her tip-toes, grip onto the couch or another surface, and well, let's just say her "poo-face" was obvious...how does one go from pooping standing up to sitting down, I wondered?) and after quickly snapping a photo of it on my iPhone, I realized that no one in their right mind would want to see such a snap, and I wouldn't want to look at it again either, so deleted it while laughing to myself about how technology is just SUCH a part of life now (arg, another post, another day).
Anyways, day two we spent the morning at home, where she peed once on the floor and pooped in her pants, and in the afternoon we went to a friend's house, where she pooped twice - TWICE - in her pants. Let me just say, after a long evening of tidying the house and putting crabby girlies to bed on my own (Richard was away at the Tour de France with some work-mates, lucky duck!), the very last thing I got to do before passing out that night was to open up plastic bags so I could scrape and scrub poop out of underpants, leaving them to soak in the bathroom sink before washing them the next day. I was SERIOUSLY wondering if we'd made the right decision to potty-train this girl at that point.
BUT...once I start something, I do NOT like to give up, and so we kept on at it. Well...it's been just under two weeks, and other than the odd wee accident when she's super-busy or having way-too-much-fun-to-stop, she's pretty much got it, I'd say! We don't have to prompt her, and other than reminding her to try to wee before leaving the house and naps, we don't really worry about it at all! AH-MAZE-ING, I tell ya.
- Winnie is STILL unable to roll over, the silly thing. She can sit like a champion, but when put on her back or front, once she gets bored she just screams until we rescue her. Now, this I don't mind, because let's face it - a baby who can sit up and play with toys around her is pretty darn easy - but this past week all she seems to want to do is get from one place to another. And...I think she thinks she can actually DO this, which is becoming a problem. Because um...she hasn't learned HOW, yet. From sitting, she'll throw herself forward...SPLAT! Right onto the floor. And when she does manage to catch herself and get onto her belly, she'll quickly dissolve into frustrating cries as she moves backwards, further and further away from her intended target. She isn't up on her knees yet, but she instinctively puts her knees down first if she thinks we're putting her on her front, which I think is pretty clever. She can also get from that position to sitting, so I know once she figures out how to go from belly to knees, she'll be sorted. Of course, until she learns how to roll over she'll forever be stuck on her back if she falls backwards...but still.
Winnie's also desperate to be on her feet, and again, seems to want to move in a forward motion. She moves her feet and uses her walker effortlessly, and lately when I hold her up on her feet she just wants to move move move! Forwards, sideways, in circles...my arms are definitely getting a workout...I have a feeling this one'll be cruising in no time - gah!
- We're moving house in less than three weeks. We've sold up our two-bedroom little cottage, and will be moving into a four-bedroom house less than a mile away very very soon. We can NOT wait! The backyard is bigger than I ever dreamed we'd get in this country full of squashed-together houses and courtyard-sized gardens, so we are eagerly planning all sorts of fun backyard things we'll soon be able to do and have (at the moment, Dorothy plays on a gravel driveway in the afternoons, and that's only when it isn't sweltering hot and super-sunny...looking forward to a little shady spot to while away the hours in!). And the best part? The backyard backs onto the woods, which just screams ADVENTURE to me. These girls are going to have it good, I tell you. We've decided to keep them in a room together, which means we'll have a little office and a guest room, too! I spend far too many hours pretend-shopping and decorating in my head these days...
- Winnie is eating solids, and this girl LOVES to eat! She has not refused a single bite we've offered her, and at the moment she can gum a piece of chicken to smithereens! She hasn't given up any milk-feeds yet, and still hasn't worked out how a sippy-cup works, but we're thinking in the next few weeks, or the second she works out how to drink from a cup, we'll be able to drop a milk-feed or two. She prefers "real" food to purees, and loves sweet potatoes and chicken the best. Oh, and she is the MESSIEST little pickle I've ever met! I still have no idea how she can take only a few bites of food that we've put on her tray and manage to make such a mess out of them, but wow. That girl's got talent at covering herself and the floor in food. At the moment, I strip her down to her nappy before dinner and then (gently) shake her off after she's finished eating and race her up the stairs to sit on the bathroom floor while I get things ready for her bath - there is no point in trying to wet-wipe her down, it would take half a pack!
- Winnie is also babbling like mad these days, saying "babababa" and, when she's really upset, "mamamama," which, let's face it, will make me go to her EVERY time. She is definitely a mama's girl, and though it means I have ZERO freedom from having to rock her around the room if she wakes up in the middle of the night or if she's sad, I not-so-secretly LOVE it. This girl gives me open-mouthed sloppy kisses, blows raspberries into my neck, and holds up her arms for me to pick her up in a way I hope I never forget. She is in LOVE with me, and the look on her face when I walk into the room after she's been crying in her equally-loving father-who-is-just-as-good-at-rocking-as-I-am's arms, tears and snot smeared down her face and red puffy eyes wide and glistening, melts me into a soppy puddle every single time. I really should just let her tough it out and learn to live with someone else's comforting arms. But selfishly, I'm not ready for that yet. If she wants to think she can't live or breathe a second of her life without me...well that suits me just fine, too.
- Richard has two weeks' holiday the week after next, and so we're frantically planning a bunch of days out with our little kiddos. Because we're moving, we don't really want to go away (we WILL need to pack at some point, you see), but we still want to feel like we've had a bit of a vacation. We've excitedly made a list that is far-too-long to complete in so few days, but I know we'll have fun even if we spend the days lifting children in and out of moving boxes. Which would probably be Dorothy's first choice activity, by the way.
At the moment, I can't think of anything else worth mentioning that we've been up to, but life is lovely, full stop. It's funny, I started this blog so I could remind myself of what pregnancy and childbirth and raising children was all about, but the days are so hectic and full that I don't have the time to document everything that goes on, though part of me would still like to. I do hope Winnie forgives me if/when she reads this blog and realizes every waking moment of Dorothy's first year was written down, and yet entire months go by before I mention something new she has done or learned, but I hope she'll understand that, instead of writing down what she was up to on a certain day, I was just there ENJOYING her and Dorothy and our little family of four. I'm also hoping that, when I re-read this thing some day from the beginning, the big gaps of time between posts will remind me of how jam-packed the days were, and how lovely it was to just be with my girlies all day long, squishing raspberries into their plump bellies and making them giggle in fits and spurts and watching them grow up right before my eyes.
Ugh. Now that I've started writing, all I want to do is ramble on and on about how I feel about parenting these days, and discipline - in regards to both my children and others', and blogging about this whole parenting thing, and our daily schedules, and what else our life entails. But. I also want to wind down and talk to my husband for I think the first time today (and um...we've been together all day, folks), so these things will just have to wait.
I hope you're having a wonderful summer. By the way. Oh, and pictures will be posted eventually. Just so you're aware.