Puzzle

I bought Judith 4 little wooden puzzles for her birthday (which is next month). Of course she found them, and I told her she wasn't supposed to have them until she was 3. But she was insistent so I let her have one. I've never seen her focus on something so intently for so long, and she did it! She's never tried a puzzle like that before.

Upon completing it, she looked at me and matter-of-factly stated "Mommy, I am 3."

She loves this puzzle. She does it all the time now. It totally seems to be her "thing". It is a skill she must get from her father, as I'm not much of a puzzle-person.

Before watching, please note: this was first thing in the morning, so it's dark, Judith is in her pj's and has morning hair. And the tv is on in the background, please excuse the music.

Bambi

Yesterday morning I pulled a venison chop out of the freezer to thaw for dinner. Judith, being my constant shadow and always full of questions, wanted to know what it was. I told her it was Bambi and that we were going to eat it (don't judge until YOU have had her follow you around every second of every day, edging you little by little into an abyss of insanity). She was surprisingly very excited at this turn of events, and said "Yay! I want to eat Bambi!" I had to blink a few times to make sure this was really real. You'd think she was related to my dad or something (I come from a family of avid hunters, who were horrified when I was vegan for a few years). Then all day she kept asking if we could eat Bambi yet.

When supper time came she refused as usual to eat any meat. Even though it was "Bambi". But she was excited for Daddy to eat Bambi.

It must be the Dora treats, making her think that it's fun to eat her favourite tv friends.

P.S. I got my hair cut on Monday! I think it's cute, but I feel more like a mom now for some reason. It makes me look more grown up maybe?

A Homeschool Family

Dave and I are thinking of possibly homeschooling our kids. We are currently working on simple things with Judith like letters and numbers. She's totally a kinetic learner, so a traditional school environment might hinder her learning. But it will depend on our life situation at the time as well.

For now, enjoy this video.




P.S. This is not necessarily the type of family I aspire to be.

Gross? What Does That Even Mean Anymore?

This morning as I wiped the snot from Gideon's nose with my sleeve, I realized that becoming a mother has brought me a long way as far as my tolerance for all things "gross".

This morning I also threw the diapers in the wash, grabbing handful after handful of wet and soiled cloths with my bare hand, no problem. Poop washes off.

I get spit up on every day, most of the time I don't even bother changing anymore. Barf stains are the new black for me.

Gideon is a boy. I get peed on sometimes when I change him (although not as much anymore). It happens. Not a big deal.

Potty training Judith involved being peed on, handling soiled clothing, and cleaning up accidents on the floor. I got over it.

I pick at Gideon's cradle cap. All the time. It's addictive.

Some nights when I get up to feed Gideon I realize that my side of the bed is saturated in breastmilk. Then I go back to sleep in it. Like I care what I will smell like in the morning. And the need for sleep outweighs the risk of drowning.

Judith. Spills. Everything. EVERYTHING. You wouldn't believe the towels I go through in a week cleaning up after her. Her face is always dirty and her hands always sticky. But she still deserves hugs and kisses and the hand prints on the walls and my pants don't bother me too much anymore.

Judith often eats off the floor. She drops her food there, and we don't like to waste. Sometimes I cringe because the floors aren't always so clean (because of all the food dropping, it's a vicious cycle). Other times I do it too. I discourage this practice in public places, however.

My kitchen is often starved for attention. We live in a basement apartment, so food starts to bring forth new life after being left out for about 10 seconds. Changing the garbage was agony when I was pregnant. But I've since gotten over it. Mold schmold.

I admit I do intervene when Judith finds something on the ground and immediately puts it in her mouth (candies, straws, popsicle sticks, etc). I take it away of course and try to get it through her head that WE DON'T DO THAT! But she hasn't died yet... or even gotten sick.

I kiss boo boos. Dirty, bloody gross boo boos. Nothing heals and consoles like mama's kisses.

I could probably think of more, but Judith just dumped her potty full of pee all over the bathroom floor... again. Gotta go!

Tired Today...

Our fridge is really full right now (yesterday was grocery day).

I spent a few minutes this morning rearranging things so I could fit something in.

Then I realized that the cereal box does not go in the fridge...

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P.S. Dear Gideon, feeding every 2 hours all night, and then refusing to eat for 4 hours straight in the morning is MEAN. You deserved being sprayed in the face repeatedly.

Happy 6 Months Gizmo!

Gideon is 6 months old today.

The kids are celebrating by having colds. Fun times.

This Morning I Woke Up to This

I guess Dave was confused.