laughing at crying babies

i am finally getting around to putting ada's baby announcement in the plymouth newspaper for my mom. i know, i know. she's 3.5 months old and i'm just getting to it. clearly it was low on the priority list, behind, well, everything. but at last it's done. i did enjoy the last few minutes though of laughing hysterically at sweet ada's newborn session. she hated every minute of it, and all the "good" (read non-screaming) pictures were shot in the three seconds before she realized that she wasn't being held or sucking a boob. i cannot thank my brother-in-law ryan enough for being patient and getting whatever he could. can you tell i'm already dreading the 4 month pictures? i'm just going to continue to ignore the fact that we ought to be thinking of making an appointment with a photographer. so not looking forward to it.

crafting

i'm a serious crafter now. i even purchased a hot glue gun the other day. that means i'm really serious. i made some cute prize carrots (martha stewart's idea of course), which i'm going to hide along with the easter eggs. twisted inside each one is a little trinket or toy. i let finn unravel one early, which was a terrible idea, because i now have to keep them hidden in a high space so that he can't grab another.

a little time to myself

this morning, i woke up to a car alarm outside our open window. an alarm amplified in annoyance because of the time. it was 7am, about an hour earlier than i prefer to greet the morning, but today i decided to take advantage of that extra hour. i got up, drank a hot cup of coffee, pumped, then took brody on a run. the term "run" here is used very loosely in this instance, as it was more of a sequence of jog, heavily puffing walk, jog, barely moving limp, and so on for a half hour.

i thought that the energy it would take to get these last five pounds off my midsection would be more than i could bare, but i think i'm actually going to enjoy this process. a little time without crying or laundry or "mom, watch this!" followed by some stupid little gesture, which i do find quite adorable. a little time to spend with my first furry child that is often neglected and sometimes completely forgotten about. a little time to breathe in some fresh air and enjoy the newness of spring. a little time to remember not to hate my body, because this is the body that gave me two of the most amazing children. a little time to retrain that slightly flabby body to enjoy moving again. a little time to myself. it's a little bit of time i'll be happy to wake up early for.

first facial hair

it seems like every day is dress up day. last week, finn found a stick-on "mushmash" (mustache) and wouldn't take it off for the remainder of the day. i had to pull one of those stupid mom lines out and say "no, finn. we have to take it off because the mustache needs a nap too!" i'm always impressed by how dumb kids are when those lines work. i mean that in the nicest possible way. i guess i don't really mind it because i'm kind of a big fan of tom selleck, so the mushmash was reattached following nap.

in other news, i'm exhausted. huge lover of all things spring except daylight savings time. losing 1 hour of my life two weeks ago has unbelievably impacted me. i cannot wake up. what on earth is going on!? but what's great is that the windows are open right now. true, my kids may be a little chilled from the 53 degree temps, but i need fresh air. spending the last 11 weeks in our house for fear of sickness and dirty snow and the very good chance of two epic meltdowns at once has left me a little stir crazy. so we're bringing the outdoors in and occasionally getting our little booties out there as well. WELCOME SPRING! i've been longing for you!

i am in love

when i turned a year older

i'm 27. it happened last weekend, but i was too busy being pampered and celebrating to worry about announcing it on here. oh, and that two kids thing. they keep me from doing anything beyond potty training, changing diapers, feeding/nursing, or wiping spit up out of ada's neck creases. yum! anyway, it happened. i graduated into the beautiful age of 27, which feels ridiculously older than 26. i never thought 30 would bother me, but if 27 is hitting me this hard, i'm sure 30 will rock me to my core. there is at least one thing that just gets better with each passing year and that is my awesome, ever-expanding family. they pretty much rock!

i'm pooped.

we are now on day 3 of project potty training: part 2. after our last attempt and quick return to diapers, i felt defeated and was certain it would be years before we would have successful potty training. yet out of the blue on tuesday, finn decided it was time. he went potty on his frog pot and was ready for the big boy underwear. yikes! i felt so unprepared. i really wanted to read a book about all this or ask my friends what worked best for a little boy, but finn caught me off guard and we were in the trenches before i knew it.

so here we are. day 3. i am exhausted. we've had 4 accidents thus far. i say "we've" because i feel totally responsible for every single one of them. he'll be wiggling and dancing, yet say he doesn't have to go. and i believe him. come on katie, how dumb are you? i guess it's a good thing though, because those few pees down the leg have had a huge impact on him. our only hardship is that finn can hold it. for a long time. and he's not very good at letting it go. he'll be sitting on the potty chair, crying that he has to go but that it just doesn't work. so i read ANOTHER book about poop and run the faucet and success! we're not surrendering this time. oh no sir, my baby boy is all grown up!