Big Girl Bed

I'm not sure yet if this is the solution to her aversion to sleeping in her own room yet, but it sure is cute isn't it? She did sleep in it for the first 3 hours before getting up crying about a nightmare and want of a drink of milk. But I lay down with her here until she finally fell back asleep, because it was big enough and comfortable enough to do so.

And because the Lil' Man moved into her old toddler bed dwelling, we sorta conquered two milestones in a single night. Well, until they both came marching into our room at 6:30am like crazed zombies at dawn. That wasn't creepy.

So good

Anyone wondering how the first week of Montessori is going?

Anyone out there?

Hellllllooooo?

Well, like I said on Day One, Z didn't shed a tear, and after Day Three, I have yet to see her do anything remotely clingy when I drop her off. When I asked if she's been shy, the teacher said she doesn't say "here" when they call roll. (They call roll. How cute is that?) But that today when the teacher asked for volunteers to help with clean up after a circle time activity, Z raised her hand first. I've known for a while that she's a teacher's pet. So I guess that particular instinct trumps the shyness gene.

My only problem with Rocky is getting him to leave at the end of the day. When he sees me, he whispers "Mama" under his breath, shrugs, and goes back to filling a play mailbox with sand. I stand there talking to the teacher for ten full minutes and he never runs up to me. I imagine he's saying to himself over and over in his head, "If I pretend like I don't know her, she'll go away and let me play here in this magical wonderland forever."

Another mature conversation

Z: "I want a banana Mommy."

Me: "You're bananas."

Z: "I DON'T WANNA BE A BANANA!!!!!!!"

First Day of Montessori

Here is a photo story of our attempt to get the kids to their first day of Montessori on time (success!), and to capture the moment in pictures. After drop off, the Lil' Man immediately found a ball and forgot we existed (typical), and Z didn't cry a single tear either. We are so proud of her bravado, and quite sad at how fast they seem to be growing up. Sniff sniff.














As you can see, the Lil' Man loves it when his sister tries to wrangle him for a photo op.

The Vasectomy Pays Off

As I said in my original post the day my husband got his vasectomy, I knew this day would come.

On Saturday, as I mutter "kick your feet" every so often to my adorable 3-year-old during her swim lesson at the Y, I can't help but let my attention wander to the other end of the pool, where the baby class is being taught simultaneously. I can't help remembering the day my 3-year-old was one of those babies. And I can't help wishing I was still in the baby class tossing my own baby into the air.

I go to lunch and there never fails to be a Mommy, or worse, a Mommy network, each of them with their own little reminder, rudely staring me in the face with their toothless grins, that mine will never be that small and helpless again.

It's a kick to the ovaries, I tell ya.

If my husband hadn't gotten fixed, I might go all foamy at the mouth and try to have another baby one of these days. And while it seems like a good idea for that half a second I stare over at the babies blowing their little baby bubbles in the pool, I know that once that baby started growing in my body I would wonder what the hell I'd gotten us into.

I just have to keep reminding myself that infants are cute. Especially when they're somebody else's not-yet-sleeping-through-the-night-and-still-attached-to-my-boob infant.

Just sayin'.