Hazel made me laugh hard, twice, tonight. I am not sure it was on purpose, either.
I. Haze had blackberries for dessert and she covered in dark berry juice. While wiping the stickiness out of her hair I called her a little piggy (one of her new favorite words) but she very matter-of-factly shook her head “no” and pointed to the Spotted Pig t-shirt that her dad was wearing as if to say “THAT is a pig.”
She made a good point.
II. Z picked out “The Hungry Little Caterpillar” for tonight’s bedtime story. In the book, the caterpillar eats his way through one apple, two pears, three plums, etc.
As Simon made his way through the pages, reading each food on the list, Hazel kept smacking her lips and letting out dramatic mmmmmmmmmmmm’s. She was really selling it. From the sounds of things, you would have thought she had her face buried in a chocolate cake - not a cardboard storybook.
“I look out the window and I see the lights and the skyline and the people on the street rushing around looking for action, love, and the world’s greatest chocolate chip cookie, and my heart does a little dance.”—
This week we had our team outing - our quarterly off-site fun event.
Think of it as a grown-up field trip in the name of team bonding and letting off steam.
These fun events are some of my favorite days of the year!
The social-committee knows our group well and caters to our collective love of competition and play. Last quarter we had a trivia contest and this week, we had a full-blown kickball tournament.
Now, my team came in a close-second for Trivia and I was still feeling a little salty about that….so I was bound and determined to redeem myself this outing….even if it meant hauling my nearly 7 month pregnant self out onto the field.
The event planners offered me the role of coach, but I really wanted to play.
One coworker said I had a distinct advantage (because really, what a-hole is going to peg a pregger chick with the ball to get her out)….but as I pointed out (and anyone who has ever had a cantaloupe sized bump strapped to your torso knows) there is absolutely no athletic advantage to being knocked up. Let’s just say no one was going to mistake me for the flash as I rounded the bases.
I may have been relegated to the low-risk position of right-fielder (in all fairness, we had 3 college athletes on our team and a former FIGHTER PILOT - so even if I had been able-bodied, I probably would not have seen any in-field play), but I’ve got to admit…it was a blast. I helped bunt-kick my team’s way to victory and this scrappy crew of data-geeks won our very first Kickball Tourney!
High Kicks & First Place Trophies! (We didn’t really get trophies…maybe I will make that rec for next outting)
((*Note so I don’t stress my mom out: I ought to mention that I played very carefully…no head first slides of walloping kicks at the ball. Safety first for H2!))
Hi ! Have you ever posted pics of Hazels nursery? I have been following you for quite some time and don't recall ever seeing any. I think you have great style and can't wait to see what you design for your babes!
We are still trying to figure out our game plan for H2’s nursery - like what we need to rebuy and what pieces from Z’s room we can use in new baby’s space (the glider, the changing table). There is also the question of how we are going to backfill Hazel’s space once we move out most of her furniture for H2…. Add that to the list of rooms that need decorated!
There is also the crib situation we have to sort out. Specifically, H2 needs a crib but I isn’t quite ready to make the transition to a big girl bed…and we don’t want to invest in another full-sized crib for just a few months of use.
I am thinking we will put H2 in the Alma Mini Crib (which Hazel used for her sleepovers at Grandma & Grandpa’s) and let Z stay in her Ouff Sparrow for a couple more months.
That’s the plan, at least.
My question: How have other mamas out there navigated 2-under-2 nugget-sleeping-arrangements? I’d love to hear what worked for your kiddos and how early you were able to get your older one out of the crib.
this probably goes without saying, but i’ve got to tell you…. I am so freaking psyched to meet H2!
When we found out we were expecting, I kept having flashbacks to how utterly exhausting those first few weeks with a baby can be and mini freak-outs over how in the world I was going to wrestle two nuggets at once (let alone fit a double-wide through our front door)
but I have reached that point where I am like: bring on the sleepless nights and post-partum recovery and the likely chaos that will ensue with 2 under 2
“Don’t ask for guarantees. And don’t look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore.”—Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via fatgirlinohio)
Something sort of funny happened yesterday - my baby girl tried to be cool
well, smart-girl cool.
Hazel was at the bookstore (her happy place) and spotted a very chic 5 yr old prima ballerina. This Little Dancer Girl sat politely, with her handbag tucked neatly under her arm and legs crossed delicately. So sophisticated. Even I have to admit, this girl had it going-on… perfect bun, perfect dance clothes, even a perfect bow tied just above her bum.
My daughter was captivated.
Z clearly wanted to know this girl, so marched right up to the Little Dancer and attempted an introduction. Little Dancer cracked a smile, but remained focused on her reading.
So Hazel changed up her strategy…
I think my daughter actually tried to impress Little Dancer by casting aside her toddler-friendly picture books for some big-kid literature: chapter books! (I can almost hear Z’s inner dialogue: If my new friend sees how many words are in this book there is no way she can ignore me!! Now, just don’t tear the pages.)
Maybe I found this particularly hilarious because that is so something I would have done er, would do.
I am on a spending moratorium right now….but when Ms. Elizabeth shared a link for these cute Chloe shade featured on Groupon, I couldn’t resist (However, I used my credits, so technically I didn’t break my shopping freeze)!
In any case, I felt like I ought to share the love:
Our nanny is on vacation this week…. So Mom H. flew in to hang with Hazel (mom you are a lifesaver!)
As a side note: Finding back-up day care is sort of stressful!
Thankfully, our moms gladly volunteered to provide daytime coverage for Z so we didn’t have to miss any work…but I seriously have no idea how working-parents without readily available super-grandmas would handle such a situation.
This is no surprise, really, but Hazel seems to be having the time of her life with her new babysitter.
Not to mention an influx of treats including, but not limited to: a bird-feeder, an ND tee, a stack of books and some new hairbows!
Hazel added another word to her vocab this week: zebra (how useful) So on Tuesday, the grandmas thought a field-trip to the zoo was in order… you know, so she could put a face to the name.
Mom H, Mom A and Ms. Hazel Jane took a walk through Lincoln Park up to the zoo where they met the animals, rode the carousel and got the chance to enjoy some time together.
I repeat: Lucky Girl (Lucky grandmas too, I suppose!)
Somewhat Related: Have I ever told you how much I HATE the zoo? Always have. It is slightly more bearable now that I have a nugget who seems to love it, but growing up, my mom would let me miss school on zoo-field-trip days. I think the zoo stinks, literally.
he finished going through my work, and said into the phone, “janet, could you hold on for a moment?” he covered the receiver with his hand, and i leaned forward in my chair. “you know, frank, after looking at this…” my eyes widened. okay, here we go. finally, some honest feedback. something other than “looks great.” “needs more love,” he said to me. “okay, janet, i’m back. sorry for that, just have a student in here.” he waved his hand to shoo me out of his office. he wished me well on my trip and said that he would see me next week in class. he smiled. “needs more love.” best damn advice i’ve ever gotten. you can keep your practicality and your action items and your take-aways. you can have your instructional advice, your recipes, your prescribed steps to fulfillment, and your ladder-climbing. i’ve got this: this little gem of insight from a man who taught me so much. the only thing that matters is that we care more than we already do about the people and places and projects that we give our time and attention. we’ve got to believe in the stuff.