Mama, play pancakes!

Owen asked me to play pancakes. Yes, that’s exactly what I thought—HUH?

Me: We don’t have any pancakes.
Owen: Play pancakes.
Me: Do you want me to read Tyler Makes Pancakes! (a favorite book of his)?
Owen: No! Play pancakes! /claps hands together/
Me: OH! PATTY CAKE!

Yes, I’ve been doing patty cake with Katie for awhile now, and obviously Owen has been paying attention.

A few Owen morning tidbits.

Me: Are you ready to get up?
Owen: We’re gonna take mama’s car and go and find daddy!

Owen: I need a snack.
Me: You just had a snack. Would you like breakfast?
Owen: No.
Me: Remember, we have bagels.
Owen: No, I don’t want food anymore.

Watching an episode of Little Einsteins about Saturn.
Owen: Look Katie, it’s beautiful!!

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(That cuteness lasted all of 30 seconds because he wouldn’t stop wiggling and she fell over.)

Katie has lost her status.

Katie has temporarily lost her status as a good baby who sleeps through the night. 😐

After weeks of sleeping through until at least 7—but more likely 7:30 or 8—she has been up at 5 or 5:30 three mornings in a row.

Overall I know I should still be thrilled (since Owen at this age was still up a few times a night) but it’s SO hard to get up that early after you’ve been “sleeping in” for awhile.

Hopefully it’s just a brief phase.

Like mother, like daughter.

This was one of MY shirts back in the day…homemade by my mom! She held onto it for almost 40 years on the off chance I’d have a girl so she could wear it! Also, be warned, this is the first of many hand-me-down outfits to come… And mom? Now you have to search all the old slides and photos to find a picture of ME in the shirt!

I love the belly button showing! Her first belly shirt! 🙂

Diapers, anyone?

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Costco. Wow. 🙂

I had 11 boxes of diapers to return and of course didn’t even think about the receipts because they’ve been bought piecemeal over the past six months and returns are so easy—they just look it up on your card and you’re done.

Except this time it was a PITA because some were bought online and some were in-store. And they each had to be looked up separately and returned separately. And it was just a hot mess of confusion (two different sizes, to boot). But all FOUR people who were working on it were completely awesome—and were apologizing to me for it taking so long (it took about 30 minutes). (And yes, I apologized for being a pain. Had I thought about it, I would have printed my order emails.) We were all laughing and joking and I told them I would likely be spending the whole amount momentarily…and they said that’s what they hoped! I even saw the manager during checkout and she joked “Hey, it’s you again!” And she joked that I only had one bottle of wine!

I LOVE COSTCO.

Oh, and we spent MORE than we returned. And we returned $400 of diapers. 😮

Oh yeah—Why did I have so many extra boxes? Because every time they were on sale I bought a couple boxes. And I really didn’t expect Owen to be potty trained for a while yet. I also had a couple boxes of size 1-2 for Katie but she’s almost out of those… And I had forgotten we like the Pampers with the pee-line on them so we’ve been using those instead.

Someone likes to jump!

I swear Owen was older than this when he finally fit in it—I’ll have to go back and find when it was. I do remember having to put a phone book under his feet for awhile, though… Meanwhile, Katie has been in it about a week or so already (and her feet DO touch the floor, even if it doesn’t quite look like it in this picture).

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** I finally went back and looked at Owen’s pictures, and the first one I have of him in the jumper is May 17. 2006—so he was 3½ months old! And there’s the box we needed to use! The other picture is him a day later, but looking cuter!

From utter frustration to melting heart in five minutes…

Look what happened when I left him alone for 10 minutes today…

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SERIOUSLY?! UGH.

I told him I wasn’t happy because he made a mess—and that he shouldn’t take Katie’s clothes out of her drawers, but reasoning with a toddler is pointless at best. I also told him he had to help me pick it all up, so he handed me a few pieces and then he was done. 😐 I didn’t even have the energy to finish dealing with it right then…but he’ll definitely be helping me pick it all up later.

Of course, he followed it up with something super cute…but I was still fuming a bit over the mess.

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And THEN he does something super sweet…Katie was crying so he grabbed the bottle and started to feed her.

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Ahhh, life with a toddler. From utter frustration to melting heart in five minutes…

Happy 39th!

My birthday started out wonderful…I got to sleep in until 9:30 (thanks to Katie getting me up at 5 to eat and “wish me happy birthday!”), Owen said “Happy Birthday Mama!” all on his own (I wonder how much instruction that took!), Tom made waffles for breakfast, and I had a Facebook wall full of birthday wishes from friends and family waiting for me!

After a nice lazy day of hanging around the house with the fam (and publishing my updated blog!), my day was topped off with a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday from my niece and nephew (Gabrielle and Robert), reading my entire wall of Facebook birthday wishes, and CLEAN SHEET NIGHT! I’m a lucky girl! 🙂