Looking back, the majority of posts lately have been about Caleb and how I am adjusting to parenting a toddler, now preschooler. But there is another very important little one at our house: my girl.
Chloe is chill. She takes everything in stride. Brother beating her over the head with a car? A quick yell, and she moves away from him. Mean mommy takes away the markers she is trying to eat? Stomps her feet a couple of times and finds something else to play with. And she loves books. I mean really loves them. She will bring me a pile of books and happily sit in my lap while I read to her for half an hour.
She wakes up in the morning glowing. She is full of smiles and cuddles for mom or dad. She claps her hands when she sees her daycare teachers and friends. She says "Hi!" to just about everyone in the supermarket.
She is that confident, exuberant, effortless beauty that I always wanted to be. I hope her charisma and laid back attitude stay with her - especially during those tumultuous teenage years.
Sometimes, I look at Chloe and I wonder what I did so differently between my two kids. Caleb is shy, and occassionally self-depricating. I wonder if it is the difference in my confidence in my ability to parent this time around or truly deep-rooted personality differences? Believe me when I say that I understand (even though I am an only child) that there are differences between my kids. I know that even if I was doing exactly the same thing with them, that they would turn out to have their own personalities and quirks. I guess it just makes me reflect back on my psych minor and wonder the extent of nature vs. nurture.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
On Parenthood
We have officially been living in our house for two years now. And FINALLY, I feel like we are making some friends. There are two sets of parents who have little ones Caleb's age whom we have become closer with. Close enough to count them as our emergency contacts for daycare. Close enough to call up for an impromptu dinner or playdate. And it's nice. Really nice.
But it's not the same as having a good girlfriend.
When we were living in Alabama, the girlfriends that I had that had children of their own we in the same new stage of mommyhood that I was in: inexperienced, full of doubt, and a little scared.
I'm still scared.
I'm scared that I am going to so thoroughly mess up my child that he won't be a productive member of society. I am scared that when I lose my temper with him that I am scarring him for life. I'm scared I'm over-disciplining him. I'm scared that I'm not disciplining him the right way.
I want so badly to have a child that is a competent, rational thinking, charismatic, loving member of society. And I'm really afraid of screwing him up.
The moms that I've met here are confident. And chill. I don't feel like they obsess over parenting like I do, because it seems to come so naturally to them. I wanna be chill. But it's not in my make up.
For example, we had a playdate today with a mom and her two boys who live down the street. We were going to play in the pool, eat some hotdogs and hang out. I worried so much about it I had bad dreams last night. Then I frantically cleaned the first floor of the house this morning. And to be honest, the playdate went well, but I over-thought every little thing and stressed out about how I spoke to my children in front of this other mother.
So, I need to learn how to chill. Are they selling personalities yet on ebay?
But it's not the same as having a good girlfriend.
When we were living in Alabama, the girlfriends that I had that had children of their own we in the same new stage of mommyhood that I was in: inexperienced, full of doubt, and a little scared.
I'm still scared.
I'm scared that I am going to so thoroughly mess up my child that he won't be a productive member of society. I am scared that when I lose my temper with him that I am scarring him for life. I'm scared I'm over-disciplining him. I'm scared that I'm not disciplining him the right way.
I want so badly to have a child that is a competent, rational thinking, charismatic, loving member of society. And I'm really afraid of screwing him up.
The moms that I've met here are confident. And chill. I don't feel like they obsess over parenting like I do, because it seems to come so naturally to them. I wanna be chill. But it's not in my make up.
For example, we had a playdate today with a mom and her two boys who live down the street. We were going to play in the pool, eat some hotdogs and hang out. I worried so much about it I had bad dreams last night. Then I frantically cleaned the first floor of the house this morning. And to be honest, the playdate went well, but I over-thought every little thing and stressed out about how I spoke to my children in front of this other mother.
So, I need to learn how to chill. Are they selling personalities yet on ebay?
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Where nonsense seems sensical
Despite multiple promises to myself about keeping up with blogging, and keeping a list of entries that I want to write, things have fallen by the wayside and I find myself playing catch-up again.
I makes me sad when I get so far behind in blogging, because I really enjoy writing - it is a good outlet for me. Organizing emotions on a page and making sense of things, ordering them... very therapeutic.
So, a quick update:
We have finally found our groove as a family of four. And it feels pretty cool.
We finally have two kids who sleep through the night. And that is even cooler.
Caleb and Chloe have both discovered that the other one isn't leaving. Some moments of cool, some moments of arrhgghhhhhh!!!!!
We are working on sharing. We are working on being patient. We are trying to remember how to discipline a 13 month old, but I don't remember Caleb being this rambunctious.
And I, I am working on controlling my temper. I am working on controlling my voice. And I started running.
I makes me sad when I get so far behind in blogging, because I really enjoy writing - it is a good outlet for me. Organizing emotions on a page and making sense of things, ordering them... very therapeutic.
So, a quick update:
We have finally found our groove as a family of four. And it feels pretty cool.
We finally have two kids who sleep through the night. And that is even cooler.
Caleb and Chloe have both discovered that the other one isn't leaving. Some moments of cool, some moments of arrhgghhhhhh!!!!!
We are working on sharing. We are working on being patient. We are trying to remember how to discipline a 13 month old, but I don't remember Caleb being this rambunctious.
And I, I am working on controlling my temper. I am working on controlling my voice. And I started running.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Accomplishments
When I was young, I used to measure the success of a day on how well recess went: if we played Gummi Bears or HeMan, it was a good day. If we had to play Smurfs, or (ugh) house with boys, it was a bad day.
When I was in seventh and eighth grade, success was not having any of the popular kids upset with me. I so desperately wanted to be cool and liked...
(There is a part of me that wishes I could travel back in time and show my 12 year old self what my life is like now. I wish I could tell that girl that being "cool" isn't as important as being kind. It would have saved me a lot of grief in my later years.)
In high school, a successful day was catching the eye of *that boy*. You know who I'm talking about: the guy whose name you scribbled all over your diary, the one that made you turn 12 shade of red when he caught you staring across the cafeteria, and the one that still gives you a little smile when you think about him (unless of course, you had extremely poor taste in men, and then you might cringe a little...)
When I finally went to university, a successful day was making to all of my classes, going to work, and preparing a meal that was edible. Studying was a bonus.
From July until October of 1998, a successful day was making my mom laugh.
In Grad school a successful day was all in the adaptation: adapting to a new culture, a new climate and new roommates. Sure, there was studying to be done, but it wasn't the mundane studying that I had in undergrad, because I knew that everything I was learning was going to be put to use in my career and that in itself was fulfilling.
Clinicals: a successful day was not crying. Especially not in front of my clinical instructor.
Parenting has brought about a whole new perspective and an entirely different idea of what success is: Some days it is about survival. Some days it is watching your child do something for the first time. Some days it is about learning to hold back. Some days are about how to hold on tighter. Some days are about the moments that you thought parenting was all about. Some days are just a success because you only sent your kid for 10 time outs.
Today, my success stems from realizing that forming these little minds into productive members of society is an accomplishment. Even if today the only lesson learned is how to share the MagnaDoodle.
When I was in seventh and eighth grade, success was not having any of the popular kids upset with me. I so desperately wanted to be cool and liked...
(There is a part of me that wishes I could travel back in time and show my 12 year old self what my life is like now. I wish I could tell that girl that being "cool" isn't as important as being kind. It would have saved me a lot of grief in my later years.)
In high school, a successful day was catching the eye of *that boy*. You know who I'm talking about: the guy whose name you scribbled all over your diary, the one that made you turn 12 shade of red when he caught you staring across the cafeteria, and the one that still gives you a little smile when you think about him (unless of course, you had extremely poor taste in men, and then you might cringe a little...)
When I finally went to university, a successful day was making to all of my classes, going to work, and preparing a meal that was edible. Studying was a bonus.
From July until October of 1998, a successful day was making my mom laugh.
In Grad school a successful day was all in the adaptation: adapting to a new culture, a new climate and new roommates. Sure, there was studying to be done, but it wasn't the mundane studying that I had in undergrad, because I knew that everything I was learning was going to be put to use in my career and that in itself was fulfilling.
Clinicals: a successful day was not crying. Especially not in front of my clinical instructor.
Parenting has brought about a whole new perspective and an entirely different idea of what success is: Some days it is about survival. Some days it is watching your child do something for the first time. Some days it is about learning to hold back. Some days are about how to hold on tighter. Some days are about the moments that you thought parenting was all about. Some days are just a success because you only sent your kid for 10 time outs.
Today, my success stems from realizing that forming these little minds into productive members of society is an accomplishment. Even if today the only lesson learned is how to share the MagnaDoodle.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Calebisms
There are many joys to having a three year old - there are the constant mood swings, the temper tantrums that are punctuated with moments of sanity and reason, and the verbal diarrhea. Mostly the verbal diarrhea.
Sitting at dinner tonight Caleb was talking non-stop nonsense. I looked at him and said "You're crazy."
"No I'm not!"
"Are too."
"No, I'm three!"
*Sigh*
He also gets on these tangents whenever he sees Chloe doing something. "When I was little I (insert whatever Chloe is currently doing)." He then becomes very defensive if I tell him "No, Honey, you didn't do that."
*Double sigh*.
I think I also traumatized Caleb for life trying to explain true tooth fairy to him. "When you get bigger your teeth are going to fall out." His eyes immediately filled with tears and said "I don't want my teeth to fall out!" I then had to spend the next half hour showing him pictures of me when I was little without teeth and telling him about the joys of getting money under your pillow. Way to emotionally scar your child on a Tuesday night.
And finally, the other day I was discussing Scott's job and I referred to him as my husband. Our daycare teacher looked at me funny and said "You're married?!?!"
"Yes, for five years."
"Oh!! Caleb told me you weren't. He was telling two of the little of the girls in his class that he was going to marry them. When he other teacher and I told him he was a little young he told us 'My mom and dad aren't married so I can get married whenever I want.'"
Fabulous. See what I mean about the verbal diarrhea?
Sitting at dinner tonight Caleb was talking non-stop nonsense. I looked at him and said "You're crazy."
"No I'm not!"
"Are too."
"No, I'm three!"
*Sigh*
He also gets on these tangents whenever he sees Chloe doing something. "When I was little I (insert whatever Chloe is currently doing)." He then becomes very defensive if I tell him "No, Honey, you didn't do that."
*Double sigh*.
I think I also traumatized Caleb for life trying to explain true tooth fairy to him. "When you get bigger your teeth are going to fall out." His eyes immediately filled with tears and said "I don't want my teeth to fall out!" I then had to spend the next half hour showing him pictures of me when I was little without teeth and telling him about the joys of getting money under your pillow. Way to emotionally scar your child on a Tuesday night.
And finally, the other day I was discussing Scott's job and I referred to him as my husband. Our daycare teacher looked at me funny and said "You're married?!?!"
"Yes, for five years."
"Oh!! Caleb told me you weren't. He was telling two of the little of the girls in his class that he was going to marry them. When he other teacher and I told him he was a little young he told us 'My mom and dad aren't married so I can get married whenever I want.'"
Fabulous. See what I mean about the verbal diarrhea?
Sunday, February 21, 2010
On The Bright Side
We had a real adventure last night. At least, that's what we're telling Caleb.
Yesterday afternoon our power shut off, which is not unusual, but it only came back on in half the house. The rooms that were not working were very sporadic: the master bedroom, the living room, the toy room and our dryer (but the washer was okay). Most of you are unfamiliar with the layout of our house, but the master bedroom and the living room are on opposite ends and two different floors - so it doesn't make a lot of sense for them to be out at the same time.
So I did what every electrically defunct wife does: I told my husband. :) He went down and checked the breaker box - nope. He turned the main electricity thingy (and yes, that is the technical term) off and back on - nope. He finally called his dad for advice. Fortunately his dad was curling, and one of his teammates was an electrician. After a conversation about which electrical thingamabobs and doohickeys had been checked, the electrician (a mere 1,600 miles away) diagnosed the problem that one of the "legs" coming into our house was not functioning properly and we needed to call our utility company. So we did.
Two hours later, a man in a truck showed up, trudged through the foot of snow to the meter box. Scott and I were watching a movie, and the electricity in the affected rooms flickered on and off a few times. "That's a good sign!" we smiled to ourselves.
About twenty minutes later, the man from the truck knocked on our door. "Did you hear me talking outside on the phone?"
"No sir."
"I was just on the phone with my boss because I don't know what to do about your problem." Uncomfortable pause. "The way that electricity comes into your house in through live 'legs'. Your house has two of them. In order for the live legs to work, there has to be a ground, or a neutral, in order for them to run. What has happened here is that your house has settled and one of the live legs has been pulled out completely. The neutral is barely attached."
And then came the words which shocked me the most "It's amazing that your house hasn't caught on fire."
Woah. Sharp inhale. Amazing that our house hasn't caught on fire!?!?
He continued. "I can try to jerry-rig something so that you will have power tonight, but I think that your best option would be to completely cut the power off, go to a hotel, and call an electrician in the morning. The electrician will have to get your a new meter box, drop it down about six inches, reconnect you, and then you will have to have us turn the power back on afterwards."
Exhale. My mind started racing. Do I need to pack all of the photo albums? What essentials do I want to bring with us? What will we do with our pets? It's 30 degrees outside... they can't be outside all night! Scott saw my panic and quickly assured me that if they cut off all the power to our house that the risk of it catching on fire was gone.
So, at 10PM, we packed a suitcase with clothes, a bag with bottles and formula, the pack-and-play and headed to the Hampden Inn, 15 minutes away. Caleb was confused, but saw it as a cool experience. Chloe wasn't so thrilled and had a rough time falling asleep in the room. Caleb then proceeded to switch whom he was sleeping with about, oh, 83219 times. I don't think I slept more than half an hour at a time, with Caleb kicking, both boys snoring, Chloe whimpering, and my mind still racing.
We woke up at 7AM, after a 4AM feeding for Chloe, and had our complimentary breakfast. Scott called an electrician and met him at the house. When he came back, Caleb and I went swimming. (Somehow, in all that mayhem, I thought it would be a good idea to pack bathing suits.... funny how our minds work.) We had a slightly later check out of 12PM, went out for lunch, and when we returned the meter box was ready and the electric company was on its way.
It was... an adventure. I know that it could have been much worse. I know how blessed we were that we were given the sign of the power going out rather than the house catching on fire. I know that we are blessed that we are all safe and sound. But really, I could have done without the excitement this weekend.
When the power was finally restored, Scott went to the grocery store. When he came back he said, "On the bright side hon, I won $30 on a scratch ticket."
On the bright side. :)
Yesterday afternoon our power shut off, which is not unusual, but it only came back on in half the house. The rooms that were not working were very sporadic: the master bedroom, the living room, the toy room and our dryer (but the washer was okay). Most of you are unfamiliar with the layout of our house, but the master bedroom and the living room are on opposite ends and two different floors - so it doesn't make a lot of sense for them to be out at the same time.
So I did what every electrically defunct wife does: I told my husband. :) He went down and checked the breaker box - nope. He turned the main electricity thingy (and yes, that is the technical term) off and back on - nope. He finally called his dad for advice. Fortunately his dad was curling, and one of his teammates was an electrician. After a conversation about which electrical thingamabobs and doohickeys had been checked, the electrician (a mere 1,600 miles away) diagnosed the problem that one of the "legs" coming into our house was not functioning properly and we needed to call our utility company. So we did.
Two hours later, a man in a truck showed up, trudged through the foot of snow to the meter box. Scott and I were watching a movie, and the electricity in the affected rooms flickered on and off a few times. "That's a good sign!" we smiled to ourselves.
About twenty minutes later, the man from the truck knocked on our door. "Did you hear me talking outside on the phone?"
"No sir."
"I was just on the phone with my boss because I don't know what to do about your problem." Uncomfortable pause. "The way that electricity comes into your house in through live 'legs'. Your house has two of them. In order for the live legs to work, there has to be a ground, or a neutral, in order for them to run. What has happened here is that your house has settled and one of the live legs has been pulled out completely. The neutral is barely attached."
And then came the words which shocked me the most "It's amazing that your house hasn't caught on fire."
Woah. Sharp inhale. Amazing that our house hasn't caught on fire!?!?
He continued. "I can try to jerry-rig something so that you will have power tonight, but I think that your best option would be to completely cut the power off, go to a hotel, and call an electrician in the morning. The electrician will have to get your a new meter box, drop it down about six inches, reconnect you, and then you will have to have us turn the power back on afterwards."
Exhale. My mind started racing. Do I need to pack all of the photo albums? What essentials do I want to bring with us? What will we do with our pets? It's 30 degrees outside... they can't be outside all night! Scott saw my panic and quickly assured me that if they cut off all the power to our house that the risk of it catching on fire was gone.
So, at 10PM, we packed a suitcase with clothes, a bag with bottles and formula, the pack-and-play and headed to the Hampden Inn, 15 minutes away. Caleb was confused, but saw it as a cool experience. Chloe wasn't so thrilled and had a rough time falling asleep in the room. Caleb then proceeded to switch whom he was sleeping with about, oh, 83219 times. I don't think I slept more than half an hour at a time, with Caleb kicking, both boys snoring, Chloe whimpering, and my mind still racing.
We woke up at 7AM, after a 4AM feeding for Chloe, and had our complimentary breakfast. Scott called an electrician and met him at the house. When he came back, Caleb and I went swimming. (Somehow, in all that mayhem, I thought it would be a good idea to pack bathing suits.... funny how our minds work.) We had a slightly later check out of 12PM, went out for lunch, and when we returned the meter box was ready and the electric company was on its way.
It was... an adventure. I know that it could have been much worse. I know how blessed we were that we were given the sign of the power going out rather than the house catching on fire. I know that we are blessed that we are all safe and sound. But really, I could have done without the excitement this weekend.
When the power was finally restored, Scott went to the grocery store. When he came back he said, "On the bright side hon, I won $30 on a scratch ticket."
On the bright side. :)
Saturday, February 20, 2010
I'm working on it.
Some how, over the past six weeks, between children being ill, parents being ill and my new job (more on that later), the blog has fallen by the wayside. Sleep has also fallen by the wayside, but I guess you are to expect that to an extent as a parent, right?
When we got back from Christmas in Canada, Chloe "forgot" how to sleep through the night. I have tried everything: giving her cereal at night, feeding her late at night, trying to let her cry it out. The problem is that she has been growing, teething, and had two ear infections and she consistently wakes up between 2-4 AM. This is tough because I have to get up at 5AM for work, so there have been many a day that I am up at 3:30 for the day. Blah.
So, about my new job. I loved the clinic that I was working at, but after bedrest and mat leave that ended up being for 7 months instead of 3.5, I needed the full time hours to catch up, money-wise. I am working at a hospital 7:30-4:00, M-F, no weekends, no crazy holidays like Thanksgiving or Christmas. So, while I don't relish the idea of cleaning up as much poop and sputum as I have over the past 5 weeks, it is a necessary evil ... at least until we win the lottery ;)
So, more to come soon. The kids are doing great - Chloe is military crawling, pulling up and chewing on everything in sight. Caleb has had a couple of problems at daycare and is definitely showing his older "jealous" side... but I promise to elaborate on this soon.
When we got back from Christmas in Canada, Chloe "forgot" how to sleep through the night. I have tried everything: giving her cereal at night, feeding her late at night, trying to let her cry it out. The problem is that she has been growing, teething, and had two ear infections and she consistently wakes up between 2-4 AM. This is tough because I have to get up at 5AM for work, so there have been many a day that I am up at 3:30 for the day. Blah.
So, about my new job. I loved the clinic that I was working at, but after bedrest and mat leave that ended up being for 7 months instead of 3.5, I needed the full time hours to catch up, money-wise. I am working at a hospital 7:30-4:00, M-F, no weekends, no crazy holidays like Thanksgiving or Christmas. So, while I don't relish the idea of cleaning up as much poop and sputum as I have over the past 5 weeks, it is a necessary evil ... at least until we win the lottery ;)
So, more to come soon. The kids are doing great - Chloe is military crawling, pulling up and chewing on everything in sight. Caleb has had a couple of problems at daycare and is definitely showing his older "jealous" side... but I promise to elaborate on this soon.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
And then there were four...
So, what have you been up to?
Not much -just kinda busy with the holidays.
Oh, where did you go?
Well, we went to my in-laws for what was supposed to be a week, but then we got snowed in for another two days. Twenty four inches of snow in twenty four hours does that to you.
Was it a good trip?
The travel part pretty much sucked donkey balls. On the way there, our first flight was stuck for 3 hours on the tarmac - it was pretty awful with a 2.5 year old, even though he was trying very hard to be good. We got re-routed from our original itinerary to International Falls (close to my hometown) to this other place called Bemidji which is an extra hour drive... in total we spent 22 hours travelling on the 19th. We also lost part of our luggage which added to my frustration. We hjad a nice visit with Scott's family though, and got to spend a lot of time with Great-Grandma, who was kind of the point of the visit. She has colon cancer and we wanted to make sure that we were there this year. Caleb got to build snowmen, go sledding and play curling. He was pretty thrilled! On the flight back they lost all of our luggage, including Chloe's car seat, plus we were late getting in AND my dad was already at our house.
Your dad was down? That must have been nice.
It was, but with work I didn't really feel like we had a good visit. I spent most of the day Tuesday running errands, worked Wednesday and Thursday, which left Friday for visiting and he left Saturday. I was really sad to see him go.
***
What is new with the kids?
Caleb decided at Thanksgiving that he was ready to be potty trained. That was pretty fantastic. He has had a couple of accidents (maybe five..) since then, but is doing really well. He is still wearing a diaper at night, but I am okay with that! Chloe is growing like a weed. She has three teeth now, all bottoms ones which weirds me out a little - I hope she gets some top ones soon...
How is Scott?
Frustrated with his job, frustrated that he is so far away from his family, but he hasn't had any nasty migraines since his doctor improved his "sleep hygiene". I am really thankful for that!
What about you?
I am doing pretty well. I had to resign from my job yesterday which was really difficult. I love doing outpatient, but in order to have full-time hours my boss wanted me to work until 7PM three nights a week, and I just can't do that with two little ones. I have a new job at Select Speciality Hospital in Camp Hill with much better hours, benefits and pay so I think in the end it will be a good situation, but I am really going to miss outpatient and my co-workers.
Anything interesting happened lately?
Well, Caleb is really big into pretend play now. He makes either a train, plane or boat every night and you are expected to ride on it. He also makes up songs and is getting much better at repeating songs. The funniest thing that he has started doing is wanting to play hide and go seek, which is great, but he tells you where to hide, or where he'll be hiding. Scott and I have tried explaining that you have to look for the person, but he doesn't really get it.
Chloe is all about rolling to get where she needs to go. This morning I put her down in the toy room while I was cleaning up the breakfast dishes and found her 20 feet away near the open door to the basement stairs. Needless to say, she'll be put in the Ring of Neglect (Exersaucer) or Pack and Play when she is not in my direct line of sight.
Not much -just kinda busy with the holidays.
Oh, where did you go?
Well, we went to my in-laws for what was supposed to be a week, but then we got snowed in for another two days. Twenty four inches of snow in twenty four hours does that to you.
Was it a good trip?
The travel part pretty much sucked donkey balls. On the way there, our first flight was stuck for 3 hours on the tarmac - it was pretty awful with a 2.5 year old, even though he was trying very hard to be good. We got re-routed from our original itinerary to International Falls (close to my hometown) to this other place called Bemidji which is an extra hour drive... in total we spent 22 hours travelling on the 19th. We also lost part of our luggage which added to my frustration. We hjad a nice visit with Scott's family though, and got to spend a lot of time with Great-Grandma, who was kind of the point of the visit. She has colon cancer and we wanted to make sure that we were there this year. Caleb got to build snowmen, go sledding and play curling. He was pretty thrilled! On the flight back they lost all of our luggage, including Chloe's car seat, plus we were late getting in AND my dad was already at our house.
Your dad was down? That must have been nice.
It was, but with work I didn't really feel like we had a good visit. I spent most of the day Tuesday running errands, worked Wednesday and Thursday, which left Friday for visiting and he left Saturday. I was really sad to see him go.
***
What is new with the kids?
Caleb decided at Thanksgiving that he was ready to be potty trained. That was pretty fantastic. He has had a couple of accidents (maybe five..) since then, but is doing really well. He is still wearing a diaper at night, but I am okay with that! Chloe is growing like a weed. She has three teeth now, all bottoms ones which weirds me out a little - I hope she gets some top ones soon...
How is Scott?
Frustrated with his job, frustrated that he is so far away from his family, but he hasn't had any nasty migraines since his doctor improved his "sleep hygiene". I am really thankful for that!
What about you?
I am doing pretty well. I had to resign from my job yesterday which was really difficult. I love doing outpatient, but in order to have full-time hours my boss wanted me to work until 7PM three nights a week, and I just can't do that with two little ones. I have a new job at Select Speciality Hospital in Camp Hill with much better hours, benefits and pay so I think in the end it will be a good situation, but I am really going to miss outpatient and my co-workers.
Anything interesting happened lately?
Well, Caleb is really big into pretend play now. He makes either a train, plane or boat every night and you are expected to ride on it. He also makes up songs and is getting much better at repeating songs. The funniest thing that he has started doing is wanting to play hide and go seek, which is great, but he tells you where to hide, or where he'll be hiding. Scott and I have tried explaining that you have to look for the person, but he doesn't really get it.
Chloe is all about rolling to get where she needs to go. This morning I put her down in the toy room while I was cleaning up the breakfast dishes and found her 20 feet away near the open door to the basement stairs. Needless to say, she'll be put in the Ring of Neglect (Exersaucer) or Pack and Play when she is not in my direct line of sight.
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