The great outdoors

Woo-hoo!  Over 70 degrees today!  Time to get some sun on our legs and get outside!  I am so ready for summer, I can hardly wait...  I didn't realize until I was getting Elizabeth dressed that she hasn't had shorts on since last summer and she looked at me like I was making her go outside naked and pressed her little knees together to cover herself up.  She soon forgot all about them though, as she sprinted through the yard, picking up every stick and rock to give to the dogs.  Here is our latest adventure in pictures - I apologize if they're grainy.  I took them with the cell phone.

Pink shirt, orange shorts, green and yellow shoes... Don't judge me by how I dress my children!  We were in the backyard!

I found this swing at a consignment sale to put Elizabeth in when I was coaching.  It works in the backyard too and Rachel actually laughed yesterday at the lights that blink!  (I know!  The disgruntled child laughs...go figure!)

Beep, beep!

Ah, my crew.

Here, Butchy.  Here is a leaf for you.

How about you, Tina?  Do you want my leaf?

How my child found this sand, I have no idea.  Looks like it's time for a sandbox!  Hear that, Daddy?  Outdoor toys!!

One of the only survivors from the SC house...the rose bush from Tammy.  

And here's the other survivor...the hydrangea from Brenda.  This one has an especially tough spirit, having lived through an accidental "pruning" by Scott with the weed-eater.

I wasn't prepared...

...for the challenge of a life of raising two babies.  Even though my dad continually told me the quote, "One is like none at all...and two is like 100."  And I hate it that he's right.

...to feel guilty about not being able to give enough attention to Elizabeth.  It kills me to not be able to pull her on my lap every time she asks.

...to get excited about meat on sale at the grocery store and multiple coupon inserts in the Sunday paper.

...to love my husband so much more today than on our wedding day.

...to cry harder when I see my daughter missing her grandparents (Chris, you're included!) more than when I do.

...to be surprised when there is an episode of Sesame Street I haven't seen.

...to wish I had bought stock in paper towels, Kraft cheese and diapers...seems like we never have enough!

...to find my 19 month old standing on the kitchen table this morning...awesome.

...to feel so helpless in the middle of the night when one baby is nursing and the other baby is crying and your husband has to work the next day so you don't want to get him up.

...to miss the many friends that helped us so much after Elizabeth was born and wish they could meet Rachel.

...to feel so blessed and fulfilled every day that I'm home with my children.  Thank you, God!

A week with Grandma...and a little of this and that

Mom got to come down and spend her spring break in our calm and quiet household (ha!) and meet her newest granddaughter for the first time.  We had such a wonderful visit and, at week's end, I was crying like a baby (of course) and missing her like crazy.  Scott and I never cease to enjoy seeing our parents interact with our kids - there is just something about it that makes us miss being around family.  Rachel turned a month old on Thursday - is that hard to believe or what?!  Elizabeth is such the little mommy and has figured out how to open the wipes container and pull one out after another, regardless of my insisting that, "Those cost money, honey!!"  As soon as she gets up, she asks for the baby and precedes to run in her room to wake her up.  Yesterday, she really shocked me.  While running through the living room, she tripped over the bouncy chair and started screaming.  I was in the process of loading Rachel in her carrier (her LEAST favorite place to be) so she started screaming too.  When she heard Rachel, Elizabeth stopped, jumped up, and ran over to rock the carrier back and forth so the baby would stop crying.  I was so proud of my little girl.  I guess in the same breath, I could tell you about how she tried to bully her sister off my lap earlier that morning, but let's stick with the positive!

A trip to Target resulted in an Easter hat for Elizabeth.  It was a dollar in that front section.  That's also a book on potty training that I'm having her study.  An update on that soon...  Speaking of hats, for some reason, she likes to try to fit her bucket-head into Rachel's baby beanies.  Example:

We got Easter presents from Vegas:  teddy bears bigger than my children (thank you, Grammy)!  I think Elizabeth may like them one day, but as for today, she thinks the shipping box is awesome!

I think my husband is one of the best daddy's I know.  He gives both girls their baths every night and gets them ready for bed while I clean up the kitchen after dinner.  This particular night, we tried out some new pajamas that Amanda and Ben sent for Christmas.  Her last set of pj's tucked in, so he tried it with these...not exactly the most figure flattering on my daughter, especially with the spiked hair and fussy face!

Hello, pretty girl!

More comparisons...ERS on top, RLS on bottom.  And no, we are not torturing our children!

And again, ERS on top, RLS on bottom.  (Piggy outfit dedicated to Linda Tschappat!  We miss you!)

At what age is it not appropriate to have flowers on your rear end?   This picture tells it all with Rachel - we are forever trying to get the burp out!

"So you're saying there's a benefit to not crying?  I don't get fed if I just look pretty!"

Friday fun

We were perplexed at why the bouncy chair was on the fritz...and then I witnessed this display this morning.

I am just thankful that my baby wasn't in it at the time!  Have a great weekend!

The Great Outdoors...

So Spring has sprung in Tennessee!  Or at least it did yesterday.  We got up into the 60's with beautiful sunshine and the smell of warm weather on the wind.  It's weather like this that makes me miss coaching and being outside for a couple hours a day.  It was this optimistic outlook that I decided to take my two children outside in the backyard.

 

 

Our yard is a good size and fenced in.  (That made our search for a rental house difficult, but worth it.)  We back up to woods and there are a couple fruit trees and a storage shed.  It would be the perfect back yard if not for our two bumbling dogs, Tina and Butch.  They have worn paths through the grass where they run back and forth barking bloody-murder at cats, small children and the occasional baby bunny.  Tina at least seems to poop in a general area, making it easy for clean-up, but Butch goes exactly where the urge hits him, so there are landmines all over.  Scott is normally on the money with poop patrol, but it's been too cold to go outside, so we haven't worried about it.  Plus, we've been a little busy with this addition of a small and very demanding mouth to feed!

So knowing all this, and being drugged by the sunshine, I pulled on shoes and socks and hauled them outside (ow-sigh, as Elizabeth says).  As we entered the garage (which has a door to the yard), I realized that I didn't know how I was going to get the sleeping Rachel into the stroller while containing the ever-energetic and now very excited Elizabeth.  Looking back on it, I should have just closed the door, but I was in too good a mood to think clearly, so I trapped Elizabeth between my knees (so thankful my garage doesn't have windows) and strapped Rachel into the stroller.  And out we went.  

 

Almost immediately, Rachel woke up and started screaming and Elizabeth stepped in dog poop.  I tried pushing the stroller into the sun...scream.  Push the stroller back and forth gently...scream.  So I picked my baby up and followed a step behind my giggling (and running!) toddler.  She surveyed every square inch of the yard, picked up every leaf she found and handed it to me (yeaf!), and picked up every stick and handed it to the dogs.  (Butch took them all, you know, just in case they contained some sort of food.)  After 45 minutes of fun and trying to figure out if I should just throw my daughter in the bathtub with her clothes on, I announced that we were going to go in.  And that's when the fit started.

Of course, Rachel was starving, so she was screaming anyway and now Elizabeth went alto to her soprano wail.  My child has picked up this habit of making her legs go limp underneath her when she doesn't want to go where you want and drops to the grass like a sack of potatoes.  So I'm now dragging one crying child and carrying one screaming baby who is trying to gnaw my shoulder off and I am stuck with the dilema of going back in through the garage or going straight into the house from the deck.  I chose deck and proceed, all while promising to feed Rachel and give Elizabeth all the Cheerios she can eat when we get back in the house.  The deck offers its own temptation of dog water, and Elizabeth goes straight for the bowl and starts her screams anew as I grab her hand.  I kick off my shoes and pin my daughter between my knees again to get her shoes off (one handed, while still holding the baby) as I can only imagine the amount of dog poop accumulated on the bottoms.  I straighten up and reach for the knob...the door's locked.  I had locked the door.  Now I feel like crying.

So after getting our shoes back on, getting back down the steps and into the garage, I stripped my child down to her diaper and scrubbed her hands until they were pink.  I got Elizabeth some Cheerios in her "O's sippy" (this little container with a lid that's supposed to be spill-proof for toddler snacks...the biggest crock I have  ever purchased since she has found a way to dump out all the O's and just eat them off the floor) and collapsed into my rocker to nurse Rachel.

Day 1 of playing outside...done.

Scott's wisdom

I love it when Scott is able to sneak home for lunch with us.  I think we were most spoiled when we were at Gardner-Webb and lived about two miles from campus and could come home and have lunch together.  We've always said that we would like to live closer to where we work so we could enjoy that again.  But anyway, today Scott was close by for work so he stopped and had a sandwhich with me.  Elizabeth had already gone down for her nap so it was just the two of us and he was looking around our ramsacked living room while I fixed egg salad.  I hadn't gotten a chance to pick up the house yet and she had pulled down almost all her books to the floor, looking for the Elmo one to take with her to nap time.  He said, "I love it when I can see her path through the house, almost like the little boy on that cartoon strip, Family Circus."  

 

I had never thought of my messy house that way, but he was right.  There was a puzzle piece stuck in the corner of the couch and then the siloh was torn off the Fisher Price barn where she'd tried to pull it out onto the rug unsuccessfully.  Of course, you have the books, and then the B was laying in the middle of the rug, next to her shoes and a blanket she'd brought in from her room to lay down and watch her shows on.  The sippy was still on the foot stool, where she set it after she got a drink and the rocking chair was pulled out at an angle in order to reach the buttons for the baby swing.

The thought just made me smile today - the different perceptions of "mess."  He's always said that he didn't care if the house was a wreck when he got home from work because he could see what we'd done all day.  Maybe I care about those things too much - I know they are only this little once.  I pray for the ability to relax and just enjoy my time in the "circus."

Mommy's little helper

I am amazed by how much Elizabeth impersonates me.  When she was in the church nursery the other day, she was playing in the play kitchen with a play cell phone propped on her shoulder.  ha!  That's how I cook dinner most nights.  She's really taken on the roll as mama's helper since the new baby has come.  Not to say she doesn't have her share of trying times...

Maybe it's my fault, for needing my house to be clean and picked up...I have really been trying not to let the little things drive me crazy.  This is an example of "Hurricane Elizabeth."  

And you thought Boppy's were just for nursing...I missed the picture of her watching tv, "surfing" on both arms.

Here, she has pulled out her (formerly) clean blanket and sheet out of her drawer.  She brings them in and lays down on top of them and pretends to snore.  Of course, I make snoring sounds with her.  This happens at least twice a day.

She has a slight obsession with her dirty clothes basket.  The other night, she brought her dirty clothes in the kitchen and threw them in the washing machine.  What a good helper!

Speaking of good helpers, that same night, Rachel was crying in her bouncy seat while I was finishing the dishes.  I hadn't gotten to her yet and Elizabeth came running in to see what was wrong.  She looked at Rachel, looked at me, and grabbed the burp cloth and flung it over her shoulder.  She then squared up in front of the chair and started reaching in to grab her sister.  I beat her to the punch and got Rachel and thanked her for caring about the baby...I think that may be one of those mental photographs I keep forever.  

Here is a shot of "little mommy" with her burp cloth.

She wants to see if Rachel wants a piece of the alphabet puzzle.  I guarantee you, it's the B.  Chris got her this wonderful toy that has a million pieces with little pegs on them that we've all stepped on.  Everytime Elizabeth comes in the room, she grabs it and dumps it on the floor, then fishes out the B, which she calls "D."  She runs up to me, "D!"  Holding the B out so I can have it.  "No honey, that's the B," I say.  "B," she answers.  Then runs with it to Rachel, "D!"  You can see why my husband isn't jumping at the chance for me to homeschool our kids...

I love this picture.  This expression is so Rachel.  "What in the world are you doing, kid?!"