How about you?
You see, I thought that since I'd already had one kid that I knew what to expect the next go-around (even though everyone says that they are all different). I wasn't just wrong, I wasn't even close to being in the same book as right.
By this point Jordyn was sleeping through the night (8 weeks old), but Emery is giving us a run for our money! She still has to eat in the middle of the night, which in of itself isn't so bad. It's all the doctors' appointments plus my desperate attempt to get some sort of routine down. Emery has a mild heart murmur that we're hoping says mild (we'll find out in July), and she is having a rough time gaining weight. So just about every week we're in the doctor's office yet again trying to figure out how to get her to eat. In the heart murmur info the cardiologist gave us it said that if the murmur is moderate to severe that it can make it hard for the child to gain weight. So now I worry about whether or not the murmur is getting worse OR whether or not she's just going to be petite like Jordyn (Gee, thanks Cory for those scrawny genes). It doesn't help that Emery spits up so much so I'm starting to wonder if she's trying out as the understudy for Old Faithful.
Worrying. That's what parenthood is all about. Constant worrying. Just when you think that you couldn't possibly worry anymore the worry wagon swings by to hand out new assignments. I figure that it's good though. Wait. Don't make that face just yet, let me explain. I figure that if we get this much practice caring and worrying about another person that we learn to look outside ourselves which is generally a very good thing. What I mean by this is that it's so easy getting caught up on ourselves, and that doesn't usually end up well for anyone. All it does is give us way too much time to beat ourselves up or convince ourselves we're way cooler than we actually are. So, thanks parenthood for attempting to teach me how to actually be a cooler version of myself. Now let's just hope that I don't ruin two girls in the process:)
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Oh The Potty
Why yes it is after midnight and everyone in my house (newborn included) is asleep except me. Awesome. I'm telling you that between pregnancy and this new baby I may never sleep on a "normal" schedule again.
In other news, we're potty training. Yipee....NOT. Least fun part about parenting? Potty training! I hate it. No, really I do. It's frustrating and looooooong. Geesh. Why don't the kiddos come out potty trained? I mean they do some pretty incredible things in utero like growing all their bones and organs, the least that they could do was potty train themselves while they are baking in there. Here are a few things I've learned while potty training:
1. Candy is a good motivator. Downside? After a while you start to feel a little bad offering your 2-year-old candy before they've had breakfast, or at least I do. Someone once said something very wise to me, she said, "I was a much better mom before I had kids" Amen to that. I did think ahead as far as going to the potty in public. I didn't bring any candy with us so that she would get used to going to the potty without a reward every time.
2. Once you think they have it down brace yourself because then they will proceed to poop in their panties over and over and over again. The first week of potty training was pie, now I tell you that if I have to clean poop out of one more pair of panties I'm going to cry.
3. You'll never say "Bathroom," or "Restroom," or "Powder Room" again. Instead you'll call it the potty evermore. Don't worry I'm sure it'll become cool one day to say words like "pee pee" and "bye byes" at least I'm hoping because I no longer know how to speak to another adult. Instead we go barreling through the store saying, "Hold on we've got to find a potty to go pee pee!"
4. Picking out panties is not as cool as you think it would be. I don't know about other kids, but Jordyn was not even a little excited about picking out her "big girl panties". In fact she could care less. She was much more sentimental about losing her diapers and wipes than she was about moving up in the world of underwear. Apparently no amount of talking up the potty and big girl undies was going to make up for the hesitation to change.
5. Potty books are ridiculous! Oh my goodness who publishes some of these books? I'm not saying that they are all bad. In fact, I'm sure that there are some good ones. However, the ones we got were weird! And awkward. As if teaching someone how to go to the bathroom isn't awkward enough they have weird books to help you. Not that Jordyn has ever once cared what was inside a book. As long as it's a book it's her favorite book of all times. That kid sure loves to read!
In other news, we're potty training. Yipee....NOT. Least fun part about parenting? Potty training! I hate it. No, really I do. It's frustrating and looooooong. Geesh. Why don't the kiddos come out potty trained? I mean they do some pretty incredible things in utero like growing all their bones and organs, the least that they could do was potty train themselves while they are baking in there. Here are a few things I've learned while potty training:
1. Candy is a good motivator. Downside? After a while you start to feel a little bad offering your 2-year-old candy before they've had breakfast, or at least I do. Someone once said something very wise to me, she said, "I was a much better mom before I had kids" Amen to that. I did think ahead as far as going to the potty in public. I didn't bring any candy with us so that she would get used to going to the potty without a reward every time.
2. Once you think they have it down brace yourself because then they will proceed to poop in their panties over and over and over again. The first week of potty training was pie, now I tell you that if I have to clean poop out of one more pair of panties I'm going to cry.
3. You'll never say "Bathroom," or "Restroom," or "Powder Room" again. Instead you'll call it the potty evermore. Don't worry I'm sure it'll become cool one day to say words like "pee pee" and "bye byes" at least I'm hoping because I no longer know how to speak to another adult. Instead we go barreling through the store saying, "Hold on we've got to find a potty to go pee pee!"
4. Picking out panties is not as cool as you think it would be. I don't know about other kids, but Jordyn was not even a little excited about picking out her "big girl panties". In fact she could care less. She was much more sentimental about losing her diapers and wipes than she was about moving up in the world of underwear. Apparently no amount of talking up the potty and big girl undies was going to make up for the hesitation to change.
5. Potty books are ridiculous! Oh my goodness who publishes some of these books? I'm not saying that they are all bad. In fact, I'm sure that there are some good ones. However, the ones we got were weird! And awkward. As if teaching someone how to go to the bathroom isn't awkward enough they have weird books to help you. Not that Jordyn has ever once cared what was inside a book. As long as it's a book it's her favorite book of all times. That kid sure loves to read!
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