The date is Saturday, January 31, 2015
I just turned 33
Dave is 32
Henry is 5 years, 3 months
Ben is 12 days shy of 3 years
Ellie is 5 months, 4 days
Oh DITLs, how I love and loathe you.
I was due for a weekend day this time, so Saturday it was. As is often the case, I considered not doing this, since I feel spread pretty thin these days, but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t do it. And since I haven’t been blogging nearly enough lately, either, I figured at least this would give a glimpse at life right now.
A note about our nights – they’re often a fiasco. With three kids who all wake up at night a lot of nights, I am often up two or three times a night. But sometimes I’m not, and on good nights, it’s just up once with Ellie and that’s it. The boys had been on a really good streak, sleeping all night every night, and Henry’s even been sleeping later than normal – maybe finally figuring out that sleep is pretty awesome. But alas, this night was a bit of a fiasco.
I go to bed at 10:45 p.m., and Ellie is awake to eat by 11:45 p.m. Very rare for her! I nurse her for a few minutes and go back to bed.
2:10 a.m. – Ellie’s awake again. I go in there, pick her up and sit down in the chair with her, and while she normally nurses for 10 minutes or so once a night, this time she nurses for probably less than two minutes before falling back to sleep. I’m back in bed within like five minutes, and I probably could have gotten away with just replacing her nuk. Oh well.
4:48 a.m. – Ben is awake and walks into the hallway and says “I peed in my bed.” I groggily get up and he says “feel my pajamas,” and I feel and he’s sooooaked. Ugh. He’s been waking up dry for a good month or more, so we decided to stop putting him in diapers at night. So much for that. I tell him to go in his room so I can change his jammies, and he lays down as I peel them off. I wipe him down a bit with his pajama shirt, and he says “thanks for wiping me off, mom.” It’s so sweet, and it’s especially sweet considering what we normally go through when this happens.
Henry was a rock star at potty training at 2 1/2, and hasn’t really had accidents ever since then. But suddenly he’s five and he’s begun peeing the bed semi regularly. It’s so strange, and really annoying. It happened three times in one week a few weeks ago. When this happens, he wails and whines and acts really stubborn and as if we’re inconveniencing him when we change his pajamas and his sheets. So the fact that Ben was so calm about it and said thank you to me was really appreciated. I don’t even wake Dave up, since he’s the one getting up with the kids in probably one short hour. I take the sheet off Ben’s bed and pull everything off his mattress – I snap a pic of the pile of toys and stuffed animals I pull from his bed, which is pretty absurd. I put a new sheet on and put Ben back to bed.
6:24 a.m. – Ellie’s awake again, so I bring her into bed with me and nurse her as we both doze back off. The boys are up within a few minutes, though, and like every morning, everyone piles into our bed. Ben has his LEGO motorcycle and I have to tell him not to drive it on Ellie’s head. I snap a pic of everyone and they are not a fan of the flash on my phone. Henry tells me he wants to make me breakfast in bed today, which is something he’s never done before. He knows it’s DITL day, so maybe that’s why he’s doing it, but he doesn’t say so. Dave finally takes the kids downstairs at 7 a.m. so I can sleep a bit more. I lay in bed and doze, hearing the boys fight a few times downstairs, and hearing Ellie scream, which is her new favorite thing to do.
7:57 a.m. – I sit up and check Instagram and Timehop. Henry comes up dressed as a police officer and wielding a gun, and he says he’s going to start my breakfast. I can hear Ellie being noisy downstairs and tell Henry to tell Dave to bring her up so I can feed her again, since I have to stay in bed anyway. He brings her up and I nurse her a bit.
8:10 a.m. – Henry makes five trips upstairs for me – first with a tray, then with microwave pancakes on a paper towel, then with a cut-up banana on another paper towel, then with silverware and syrup, and finally with a glass of orange juice. It’s hilarious and adorable, and when I ask him why he didn’t give me a plate, he doesn’t really have an answer. I eat one pancake as he snags the other, and he drinks half my orange juice, too, saying it tastes delicious “like hotel orange juice.”
Ben poops downstairs and Dave changes him. This is another reason why we wanted to stop putting him in diapers at night, since he then takes advantage and poops. He’s been potty (as in pee only!) trained since I was on maternity leave (so going on three months now…) but he has yet to poop in the toilet. Kid is as stubborn as they come and no amount of bribing or keeping him out of a diaper will make him poop on the toilet. He seems to actually have a fear of it, and he’s gone like five days without going before we finally give in and put him in a diaper. It’s frustrating and gross and I just really hope he comes around soon!
8:30 a.m. – Ellie’s beside me in the bed as I eat my breakfast, and when I’m done, I decide to give her a bath right away. Shelly gave her one yesterday afternoon because she had a blow-out, but she combed her hair the opposite direction and it’s a mess, so I want to wash it again and comb it right. ;)
8:45 a.m. – Ellie’s all clean and I decide to get her dressed for the day instead of putting her in another sleeper. I don’t get to get her dressed most days since she stays home and Shelly gets her dressed, so I really enjoy it when I get to do it. I pick out her sweet little elephant t-shirt and some jeggings. We come downstairs and walk into the kitchen to see daddy, and I’m holding her up on my shoulder and we’re admiring her. Dave says something like “you’re our cutest baby by far, Ellie!” and right on cue she spits up all over her shirt and me, which is a regular occurrence with her. I tell Dave to snap a pic before I wipe off my arm, and I decide she didn’t get her shirt that badly and I’m keeping it on her!
Ben is cutting pictures out of a Tea Collection catalog and drawing faces on some of the girls (“I made her into a zombie, Mom – a cool zombie”), and Henry is watching a love song video by the Shaytards on YouTube. We’ve had a bit of an issue lately with Henry and YouTube, as he’s just obsessed with this California family called the Shaytards, and he wants to watch them all.the.time. I don’t mind it here and there, but he sure isn’t learning anything from them, so we try to seriously limit it. The new rule is weekends only. He is ridiculously into this song and is watching it and singing along with it when I come over to snap a pic. He’s embarrassed so he hides under the table.
9-11:15 a.m. – I have coffee, Dave makes me an egg sandwich for breakfast, we clean up the house a bit. I change the sheets on our bed. Ben plays in the sun room, Henry plays with my lip gloss. I nurse Ellie upstairs and put her down for a nap, which ends up being only about 45 minutes. I freeze the milk I pumped at work on Friday. Henry reminds me that we were going to make cinnamon rolls this weekend, so we make those, him helping me with the icing when they come out. I eat one, the rest of the gang eats two, with Ben polishing off a third. Dave and Henry head out to go to the post office and a few stores, and I stay home with Ben and Ellie. I want to give Ben some one-on-one time, so we do some Smarty Pants flash cards while Ellie sits in the Bumbo next to us. After awhile I put her in her bouncy seat and she chews on Sophie and makes noise. Here’s a little video.
11:15 a.m. – I nurse Ellie again and she falls asleep so I put her in her crib. I set Benny up with the tablet on the couch and tell him I need to get in the shower. I have to be out of the house by 12:10 or so to meet with a woman Dave used to work with who’s interested in the opportunity with It Works. I’ve never met her before, and we have plans to meet at a coffee shop in Tosa at 12:30.
It’s funny, I had consciously decided to not really do much It Works-related on my DITL day since I realize I post about it plenty on social media, and since it dominates much of my life outside of work these days – but then this girl messaged me the night before and asked if we could meet up; and then another IW-related thing happened later in the day, too – so there was no getting around it. :)
11:15-Noon – I shower, put on makeup and dry and straighten my hair. I have a new eye shadow palette to use today that I ordered on Amazon after seeing Andrea use a similar one in Florida. Ellie wakes up again so I put her in her bouncy seat outside the bathroom to hang out while I finish getting ready. I text Dave to remind him that I have to leave soon, but he’s walking in the door right as I hit send. I gather up the stuff I want to bring, snap a few pics of me and Ellie in her mirror and one of my fam as I leave.
12:15 p.m. – In the van and on my way. I listen to Serial – I’m on the last episode and it’s almost over. At a stoplight I message the woman and tell her I may be a few minutes late but I’m on my way. She messages right back and says she was just going to message me – her car won’t start. I’m thinking she’s going to cancel on me and I’m going to be mad I got all ready and out of the house, but she asks I can just come to her house instead. Fine by me! So I put her address into my GPS and head over.
12:35 p.m. – Arrive at her condo and message her that I’m there. She comes out a minute later and waves me up to the door. She and her boyfriend lead me up the stairs and I briefly think about how I didn’t tell Dave I was headed here instead of the coffee shop and what if I get murdered? Yes, this is how my mind works, I’m a freak.
12:35-1:45 p.m. – I do not get murdered and instead she’s super nice. Her boyfriend is outside most of the time, trying to get her car to start, which it won’t. We sit on her couch in her cute condo and chat about It Works, and I find myself getting really excited as I show her products and talk about the company and the conference I was just at. She’s very interested and I think she’ll join our team eventually, so it was an hour well spent. Plus she just seems like a cool person, so I’m glad Dave connected us. He’s been doing what he can to help me grow my biz, which is very sweet.
2 p.m. – I finish Serial on my way home. I liked it but it’s super frustrating to me, too. Who the heck killed this girl?! Did Adnon do it or not? So much of it just makes no sense. But I’m glad I listened, I found it fascinating. I get home and Benny’s napping. Dave greets me with Ellie is his arms, and Henry’s now dressed as a fire fighter. Henry tells me I got some stuff in the mail, and it’s a box of products I’d ordered, as well as an envelope from It Works that feels like it has something besides paper inside. It’s my certificate for hitting Diamond in December, as well as a nice letter from the CEO and two gifts – a Diamond pin and a leather bracelet.
I’m staaaaarving and need something quick so I heat up a few leftover pieces of pizza from the night before. We’re going to see my mom’s new house today that she and Dale just closed on this week, and I want us to be out the door by 3 pm. I sit down next to Dave and Ellie on the couch, and Ellie kind of freaks out at seeing my pizza – girl is hungry! I eat as fast as I can so I can nurse her again before we leave. I decide maybe we should try to give her some oatmeal in the morning (here!), even though I’d been hoping to hold off til six months. But it’s clear that she’s ready for more – she’s downing bottles while I’m at work, and wants to nurse a lot when I’m home, too. I feed her, then pick out clothes for her and Ben. Ben wakes up, and I get both of them dressed. The boys pick out a snack, and there’s tears from Henry, though I can’t remember why. There are many tears from Henry each day, so I stop keeping track pretty early in the day. ;)
3:15 p.m. – We pack up and head out. Dave helps me get the kids in the van and then he gets in his car to follow us, as he’s hanging out and brewing beer with his brother tonight. His bro and my mom actually live in the same town about 45 minutes away now, which is nice! Dave plans to hang at my mom’s with us for about an hour before heading to his brother’s.
3:20 p.m.-4:01 p.m. – We make it to mom’s in about 40 minutes, which is awesome since it took us 50 or a little more to get to her old place. On the way we sing songs from Frozen (we really need to get the soundtrack, since hitting those high notes in Let It Go is not easy for me, ha) and I’m surprised that I know like every single word to the songs. I mean, I guess it’s not that surprising considering how many times we’ve seen that movie, but still. I am feeling really tired and wish we could have stopped for Starbucks, but alas, there’s not one on the way.
4:01 p.m. – Pull into mom’s driveway and she waves out the door. I get out and she says “this is my new house!” It’s cute. (Her, I mean. But the house is, too!) We head inside and take our shoes off – no shoes on the carpet! The house is empty since they aren’t actually moving in til next weekend, and I had told the boys they’d have lots of space to run around and burn some energy. Mom’s already moved a lot of pictures in, though, so we have to keep warning them to not bang into them. We take a tour and marvel at the big rooms and all the space, as well as at how much you can get for your money when you move to a small town.
4:15-5:15 p.m. – We hang out, visit; mom has the Beatles playing. We watch Ellie barrel roll across the living room again and again, going every time for the floor-length curtains that she can grab onto. It’s insane to me that we have a mobile baby already who I have to pull away from things like curtains and cords! I sit against the wall and nurse her when she gets hungry, and then Dave heads out. Mom has a new giraffe she bought at Hobby Lobby and she and Henry discuss what to name him. I’m not sure what they decided on, but Henry’s heart was set on “Jake.” The boys have been running around a lot and I know it makes mom a bit crazy, especially considering that she’s got framed pictures sitting everywhere, so I try to wrangle them and make them behave. But I also don’t want them to feel like they can’t be themselves and have fun at grandma’s house, either.
5:45 p.m. – We pack up to get some dinner at Culver’s. On the short drive there, I tell the boys that they better be good, to sit in their chairs and eat their food and not be naughty. I am trying to be better about setting expectations for them before we go places, so that they can hopefully meet those expectations! They get kids’ meals and each have half of a grilled cheese and a chicken tender, plus fries and lemonade (Henry) and white soda (Ben.) I get a snack pack with a cheeseburger and fries. The boys eat well and we go up to get their dishes of custard that come with their kids’ meals. Henry wants chocolate with gummy bears, but they don’t have gummy bears so he gets Oreos. Ben wants vanilla with Oreos. On our way to get them, Henry climbs under the table and nearly trips me so I grab his arm hard and he cries, which is embarrassing. Then when we’re waiting for our custard, I tell the boys to just stand by me and not touch anything, but Henry simply cannot obey and tries to grab some toothpicks up on the counter, so I tell him he’ll have to wait two minutes now to eat his custard. He sits at the next table and sulks as we enjoy our custard. Mom and I split a scoop of Heath bar chocolate ice cream.
Ben makes a big mess of himself but they both polish off their whole dish of custard, which is pretty big for a kid size. I take them each to the bathroom, first Henry, then Ben, and the water to wash our hands is freezing. When we come back to clear off the table, there’s an older couple sitting near us waiting for their food. They smile at me and I look at our big mess of wrappers and coats and cups and bags and I say “don’t worry, we’re on our way out!” And they both smile and the guy says, oh, we love kids, we have 19 grandkids between us. Then he tells us how he coaches bowling, and they comment on Ellie’s hair. The woman tells me I have my hands full. Why yes, I do. ;)
We hug and kiss mom good-bye and then drive the few feet to the gas station next door since my van is almost on empty. It costs less than $40 to fill the whole thing – gas prices are crazy low right now! We drive home in the dark and the boys talk the.entire.ride.home. I’m feeling pretty exhausted by now and am feeling annoyed at not being able to just ride in peace, but what can you do.
7:30 p.m. – We arrive home and head inside. It’s all a bit foggy at this point (two days later) but I remember the time between getting home and getting everyone in bed was not good. I was very tired and short on patience and I think I yelled a lot. Too much, it made me feel bad, but the boys weren’t moving fast enough or listening well enough for my liking, and it’s no small feat to get all three in pajamas, with teeth brushed, Ellie fed, etc. at the same time. I do manage to read the boys one book as we all sit on their floor, and then I give them hugs and kisses good-night before taking Ellie into her room to feed her and put her to bed. Of course, Ben won’t go to bed, and I can’t really yell with an almost-sleeping baby on me, so I just listen to him walking around outside the door when he’s supposed to be in bed. He pops his head in and I’m really not happy with him, but I snap some pics of him anyway for documentation’s sake. I think he’s talking about trying to poop, but he never actually does. I finish nursing Ellie and then get Benny into his bed, telling him not to come out again or I’ll have to shut his door. I rarely carry through on that threat, and when I do, the boys scream bloody murder until I open it again. But the threat does help, I think. Ben goes to sleep by 8:30 or so, well after Henry has already crashed, which is usually the order of things. Ben’s always the last to sleep and the first one awake out of the kids.
8:30 p.m. – I come downstairs and see that the house is a mess but I just can’t deal with any of it right now. I am so tired and just want to sit down. I hop on the computer and have a little internet time – send a few emails, catch up on our It Works team pages from today, read a couple of blogs. I read about Erin’s daughter Annie turning five and how her favorite meal is chicken, mashed potatoes and broccoli, “or vegetable soup,” and it makes me feel like a crap parent, as does pretty much anything I read about kids being good eaters.
I don’t know where we went wrong, particularly because we always cook such delicious, mostly healthy and always fresh meals that most people would LOVE to eat, and our boys won’t touch them. We have probably always been too lax about giving them a second, more “kid-friendly” meal (dumb!), and with not serving them veggies every night, etc. Honestly, nothing makes me feel like more of a failure of a parent than the way my kids eat. On holidays, at family get-togethers, out to eat, at home – anywhere. It just embarrasses me how little they’ll actually eat, and how much they complain. We’re once again trying to be much more strict, and last night they both went to bed hungry when they wouldn’t eat the super blah, kid-friendly meal of mashed potatoes, diced chicken and gravy with stuffing and corn that Dave made. We need to stick to our guns from now on – eat what we serve or don’t eat! – and we have GOT to stick to that rule right from the beginning with Ellie.
Anyway, Dave arrives home a little after 9 p.m. and I’m surprised to hear his key in the door since I figured he’d be home late. But we’ve got a big snowstorm on the way so he smartly left earlier than anticipated to beat it home. When he walks in, though, his face is not a happy one and he’s limping and covered in snow on one side. Poor guy ate it on the ice outside on the street and dropped everything he was carrying. He was worried he had REALLY hurt himself, but luckily he was just a bit sore the next day, with a nice cut on his knee. Shelly actually went down on that same spot earlier in the week. Be careful, people! Two for two on dodging any serious injuries out there, thank God.
10 p.m. – I’m hungry so I have a quick bowl of Life cereal and then head upstairs to take a bath. Soak in some bubbles, check Instagram and make a collage of pics from the day. Get out of the tub and go through pics from the day, deleting some and making a few notes on my phone.
10:48 p.m. – Dave tucks me in and I go to bed.
I already can’t remember what the night brought… I think Ellie was up once and the boys slept all night, and I got up with the kids the next morning at 6:30 a.m. or so. We woke up to tons of snow that didn’t stop all day, so our plans to go to the trampoline park were wrecked and Henry was momentarily upset, but we promised him we’d go next weekend. Dave shoveled outside three different times throughout the day. Otherwise we all stayed put, and it was actually a really great family day. We probably only wanted to rip our hair out like 20-25% of the day, which I’d call a success! We got stuff done, cleaned a bit, spent time as a fam, relaxed. It was Super Bowl Sunday and we watched a bit of it. Kids were in bed early. I didn’t shower, and I didn’t even change out of my pajamas until the afternoon. Definitely need those kind of days once in awhile!