This video of Max was taken over two months ago already! Man, how time flies. A lot of progress takes place within two months – when you’re not even two years old yet. Max is already so much better at talking than he is here.
He takes his flash cards very seriously. He loves going through the alphabet and numbers, but any flash cards will do. Here we started with some new ones on shapes and colors.
I love that he never did and still doesn’t today – ever call the frog by it’s name.
I love my little troublemaker, Pixie, so much. And her sidekick Stella. They don’t get as much attention as they used to, but I think they’ve adapted pretty well to 2 new babies in the house. They have a different routine, a different place to sleep and eat, and did I mention, much less attention?
Which is possibly why, lately, they keep waking me up in the middle of the night. It’s mostly troublemaker Pixie. She comes and sits next to my bed and whines and talks to me until I pick her up and put her in bed with me to sleep. And there is no ignoring that whine. I’ve shown you before how she goes on and on. The nights Pixie does that, then Stella wills sometimes crawls under the bed to sleep! Why? Why would she leave her comfy dog bed to sleep there? If only I could speak dog and know the answer.
I also wonder if this new nighttime routine might be partially my fault. Not only because I let Pixie get her way when she whines, but because I’ve been known to talk in my sleep. Maybe my talking and laughing in my sleep wakes them up first. Hmm… Maybe I should set up a video camera at night and see what happens. Or learn to speak dog.
Happy Easter to everyone! I have two stoic kids here. No smiles, but no crying either while sitting with the giant bunny.
I sent Max and Joe off to an egg hunt Saturday morning. I stayed home with Sarah while she napped, and Joe brought home video and pics for me to see Max in action. AND Max won a basket of toys!
It will be even more fun next year when they’re both on just one nap a day – and we can all go!
I told you about our front yard tree that went down in the last big wind storm. It’s the city’s property since it was between the curb and the sidewalk so they planned to replace it for us.
When I saw the city doing work in the neighborhood last fall – both sidewalk repair and tree planting, I called. I wondered if we had a choice as to what tree could be planted. They said I could choose between three different types.
We chose oak. And it was finally planted this month. It will take a long time to grow to the size of our lost tree and it won’t smell as pretty. But we’ll get to watch it change grow over the years… along with Max and Sarah.
I was settling in for a relaxing Saturday evening (as relaxing as an evening can be with two under two). Or so I thought.
Joe had just finished up our tax appointment – I’d been in earlier during the week – and we had good news.
I was making dinner – just some pasta, meat and sauce. I’d call it spaghetti, but Joe has informed me that I can only call it spaghetti if I use spaghetti noodles. So what do I call it when I use penne pasta? I don’t know, but that’s what I was making.
At 4:30 a call came in for a last minute rush audition in Hollywood. “Can you be there by 6:00?” I knew being an actor with two little ones would be challenging when it came to scheduling, but not THIS challenging. Luckily, I could go since Joe was now home.
Saturday night traffic and parking in Hollywood. Oh, joy.
While I was gone, Joe finished making dinner and got both kids fed. AND Sarah pooped so much during dinner in her high chair, it was oozing out of her diaper. So Joe had a fun time cleaning her up and disinfecting the chair.
When I got home it was time to get Max and Sarah ready for bed. I made their bedtime milks, started cleaning up and running a bath for Max. (We’ve come a long way with Max’s baths. He used to scream like we were torturing him and now he love, love, loves it.)
All was going smoothly until: Poop in the tub!
If you don’t have kids you might wondering what exactly “poop in the tub” means.
But for those of you who do, you know how this can derail the bedtime routine. And make the evening oh so much more… colorful.
The thought crossed my mind – I could just wipe him down with baby wipes and call it a night? No, I can’t. I won’t be able to sleep. I drained the tub. Cleaned the tub. Disinfected the tub. Disinfect all the toys that were in the tub…
Meanwhile Max is running around the bathroom naked. Opening cupboards. Climbing on the toilet. Playing with the garbage. And he peed in the cupboard and all over the floor. Yes.
We finally got bath number 2 underway and finished up as quickly as possible. A scrub down from head to toe all over again.
From the time that call came in at 4:30 until the kids went to bed and it was 8:30pm – it was non-stop. Ok, yes, all days are non-stop with two under the age of two, but those four hours were relentless.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Now, guess what? I have video. It just so happens, that after I’d given Max his bath and Joe was watching Max play in the tub while I got Sarah into her pajamas, Joe decided to do a little filming with his phone. You can hear Sarah and I in the background. If you aren’t too grossed out by a little poop, then this video is for you!
