On Friday I got as far as titling this entry. Today I’ve started on the actual writing, so we are heading in the right direction.
I’ve got two girlies sleeping simultaneously today (huzzah!), which does not happen very often. In fact, they have been doing this back-and-forth napping thing that has kept us pretty much housebound for the past few weeks. I’m hoping all that ends soon. Today was actually a great day, sleep-timing wise. It doesn’t hurt that Violet slept for SIX STRAIGHT HOURS for the past two nights in a row! Last night she only woke up TWICE between 8:30 and 8:30! Which is ohmyGAH so amazing!
I’ve started running again. Back at the end of December I found out that my sister has been liek stepping up the fitness thing HARDCORE and it made me feel all lazy schlumpy so I registered for a 10k and downloaded a training program to my iPhone. Bam, done, now I’m a dedicated runner too, HAH. And then I promptly did no running whatsoever for about a month. Then one nice warm (almost up to freezing!) day I allowed Nate to shove me out the door and it was so freaking amazing. Cold air in my lungs, warm sun on my face, snow crunching under my feet. I’m back, baby. Running(ish). I’m actually doing the Couch2 10k program, which eases you into running over a period of a few months by alternating running intervals with walking. So for now I’m still at half running/half walking. BUT it feels awesome. Today I was really looking forward to my run but when I woke up at 7:30 the dude on the radio said that with the windchill factor it was -30°c and that’s just way too cold, even for me.
Sooo, what else is new. Babycakes is working on another tooth! This makes five, and she seems to be taking this one like a champ, only one evening of fussiness and today she is happy as can be, so hopefully we’re over the worst of that one. She’s still crawling around like crazy, pulls herself up to stand ALL OVER THE PLACE. And she’s even getting good at sitting herself back down, which is great. OH and she can clap! With a big old grin on her face! So stinkin’ cute.
Fiona is starting to really get into pretending. Right now one of her favorites is to be the doctor. She gets a notepad and a pen, writes notes on a chart, takes dolly’s “temp-chur”; the other day dolly was sick and had to have lunch to get better. Doctor’s orders. She also is getting very into reading stories to me (and to “sisser”), which is awesomely cute. She knows some of the pages by heart, others she makes up a story about the picture on the page. Good times, right there.
Life is going on pretty much the same as before, except we are like a jillion miles away from everyone. We do a lot of “bideochapping”, as Fiona calls it. Keeping in touch via webcam. It works, but we do miss everybody from back home. Facebook helps. I don’t think I would have been able to make this move in a pre-facebook world. Oh, internet. I loves ya.
My window of opportunity (haha, Colleen) is closing quickly here, and I’d love to go grab another cup of coffee before the ruffians wake up, so I’ll end with a little something I was musing over the other day. I can’t seem to get it into the entry seamlessly, but I wanted to share my thoughts concerning the evolution (or degeneration?) of motherhood.
When my firstborn was a baby and she pooped in the tub, we FREAKED OUT. Picked her up, wiped her down with a wet wipe, emptied and scrubbed the tub, and then re-bathed her.
The other night when my second born pooped in the tub, I scooped the turds out with my hand, chucked them into the toilet, and then turned around and said “Okay guys, let’s get hairwashing started.”
Such is my life. Scoop out the turds and move on.