Saturday, December 26, 2015

A Memory Story: Christmas 2015

Penny's preschool did a Christmas show, wherein two dozen toddlers in their pajamas sang Christmas songs for about half an hour.  Penny participated halfway, mostly doing her own interpretive dance and making funny faces.  Annual quota of cuteness for sure.

At the end, Miss Carrie asked each of the kiddos what they want for Christmas and handed them the microphone.  Penny's answer:  "A bike for my baby sister."   When asked, "Well what about for you?" she replied: "I already have a bike."

This instance among many other things have warmed this mama's heart this holiday season. And even though I didn't get a perfect photo of the two of them together, I wouldn't have changed one thing.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Years to you and yours!


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Friday, December 18, 2015

Five things I couldn't live without (right now)

1. Dr. Teal's Milk & Honey Epsom Salt to calm us all and make us smell good.

2. Lego Duplos to keep my girls busy when I need a break.

3. This Radio Flyer Wagon to get where we need to go in the neighborhood with all my wares.

4. Factory Blanket Cardigan because it's flattering and goes with everything.

5. Twisted Peppermint Candle to make my messy house feel a little bit more Christmasy.

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Monday, November 30, 2015

the elf without the tattling

It's almost December 1st.  Not only does that mean Christmas countdown is officially on, but this day and age, it means the elves show up in most houses that have little kids.

Dan and I weren't going to do the Elf-On-The-Shelf thing, because, one more thing.  But we decided to do it so Penny isn't the only one in her preschool class who doesn't have one, and make it fun for us too.

When we got the kit and read the book, we were NOT into the whole 'I'm spying on you and I'm going to tell Santa if you're bad' thing... so we completely ditched the book and our elf is leaving this note instead.

Dear Penny and Josie,

I’m visiting your house,
From the North Pole I came
I’m thrilled to see you girls and
I hope you feel the same!

Every night I will fly back
To see Santa and my friends,
And tell them my adventures, 
Before I return here again.

I’m a little bit silly
And I love to explore
I knew your house would be fun
As soon as I flew in the door!

I’ll be using my magic
This whole month of December,
But you must follow some rules
Every day please remember

Only two rules,
I hope you’ll agree:
I can’t talk to you,
And you cannot touch me.

But no worries sweet girlies
There’ll be so much fun to share,
Thanks for having me here,
You’ll find me every day somewhere!



Sharing this here in case any of you likeminded people would like to copy and paste to reuse or modify it.  I searched the internet for alternate narratives for the elf and came up dry, so hopefully this is useful to someone!

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Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Pity party of one your table is ready

Radio silence from me lately on the blog has primarily been due to the wrist/hand injury I inflicted upon myself playing concrete slip-n-slide at a church paint party four weeks ago, then the lower back sprain that would follow when I was trying to still take care of my kids and hit it hard at the gym, despite said wrist injury.   A woman down and out for a couple weeks will really get her behind on blogging (and everything else).  I haven't even documented my child's first birthday stats (#secondkid) even though it's been three weeks.

I've been hanging in there but I confess that I've been really feeling sorry for myself in a 'this could not have happened at a worse possible time and it's everybody else's fault' kind of way.  This. Sucks. Not having a fully functional wrist on your dominant hand when you just started lifting weights and doing yoga again and are a photographer in busy season and have two small children that want to be picked up and held all the time... it sucks.  Have you ever tried to put on a sports bra with one non-dominant hand? Or load a one-year-old into a carseat?  Or slice a piece of fruit while holding a toddler?

I've replayed the event in my head so many times -- mostly with anger... at myself, at the people who planned it and approved it despite the obvious safety hazards, at my husband, at myself again -- in slow motion rethinking every move as though I could undo it and get the last month of my life back at full strength.   If only I would have remained a wallflower when the paint started flowing.  But nooooo... I had to get int there, I couldn't possibly leave a paint party without paint on my clothes.   Sometimes overlooking the amazing help I've gotten from family and friends, my mind will turn to the weight I could have continued to lose if I'd have been full strength at the gym.  The work I could have already gotten done if I'd have been full strength at the computer.  The portrait sessions I wouldn't have had to cancel because I couldn't hold my camera for the first two weeks. The cuss words I wouldn't have said under my breath if I didn't have to wear this damn brace on my wrist whenever I do anything that could possibly compromise the healing.  So many cuss words I've whispered.  I confess.  And I hate it when women cuss.

But there's this guy we know.

He's funny and smart and generally happy.  And he's in a wheel chair because of a drastic misfortune when he was a child.   We know him and his story as a good family friend, but if you're not in a position to hang out with him in person, he's also got a book, and was a significant part in a recent sermon at our church, which you can watch here if you are up for a kick in the pants about Humility:

Often God puts things in our path to stop us in our thinking tracks.

So my little wrist sprain isn't so bad.  I feel like a horrible person and a horrible mother and a horrible friend for my attitude (sometimes unspoken) during this "trial".   This too shall pass, I must be reminded.  Thank you for your continued prayers for healing and for all of the help I've had with the girls this past month.

And I promise I'll post Josie's one-year stats before she's two ;)

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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Pampers FTW and a Babies R Us Giveaway (closed)

Does your baby's dance party look like my baby's dance party?  Being real with you for just a moment here... sometimes diapers don't get changed for just a little bit of pee but how embarrassing when just a little bit of pee makes baby's diaper sag like this ^^  
Onlookers be like, doesn't she change her baby's diaper???

Enter Pampers Cruisers redesign, no more saggy diaper.  I'm not a big sharer of commercials, but this one hit so close to home... I just can't not.   You all know how my babies pretty much live in just-a-diaper when we are at home.

P&G has also re-innovated their Pampers Swaddlers, making them indisputably the softest diapers ever.  I got a pack and oh boy are they soft.

In honor of new innovation and because they are super nice, P&G and Babies R Us would like to gift one of my readers a pack of Pampers wipes and a $75 gift card to Babies R Us.  I've got it here in a box ready to ship to you, oh lucky one -- so please enter (Rafflecopter) below and the winner will be randomly selected next Wednesday!   And expecting mamas, when you create your registry, make sure you get your free sample of the new Swaddlers at Babies R Us this month and next (Sept/Oct 2015).

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Friday, August 28, 2015

Two Requests

This post is coming at you humbly with two requests: one, for your vote; and two, more importantly for your prayers. 

1.  Top Baby Blogs has just done a regular (I think?) reset, which means we are back to zero, zip, nada, double donuts.  

If you find yourself "liking" my posts on Facebook, or venturing over here to this little blog often, you can show your love every day with a vote for Becoming Julie Griffin on TBB ... but especially today and tomorrow!  It's just two clicks and I so appreciate the support!  

You'll see this rectangular link: 
Vote Daily and Help Our Rank at Top Baby Blogs!
conveniently located at the bottom of most of my posts, or you can always use the button up there on the right if you are in a web browser.

2. I could use some extra prayers right now, from those of you that are the praying type. This past weekend I slipped and fell and sprained my hand and wrist, and then also sprained my lower back a couple days later. I am having a rough time getting along in the day to day regular mom and house stuff, not to mention that I am a photographer coming up on busy season and my business relies heavily on the use of my right hand.  I am trying to keep my chin up, with hopes of a very speedy recovery.  :-/

Monday, August 17, 2015

Product Review: Fresh Wave

These new goodies from Fresh Wave smell so good and work wonders.  My favorite: the odor removing packs... already put all six into place and plan on buying more. Two gym bags, bottom of the diaper genie, under Penny's bed, under the trash lid and in my car. 

Non toxic, safe for kids and pets, uses essential oils, and smells fabulous. 

Brand new, available now only at Target.  You're welcome. 

Friday, July 31, 2015

Penny Jane: Age Three

This age.  The wit, the will.  The energy, the stubbornness. The expressions, the things that come out of her mouth.

She is capable of so many things now.  Reaching anything on the kitchen counter, opening the fridge and selecting a snack with or without permission.   Going downstairs by herself, turning on any of the lights and retrieving something from her closet.   She is capable of going potty by herself and putting on most of her shoes by herself.  She prefers to cut her own food and peel her own fruit and open her own packages.  She is capable of walking all the way across the park to Nana/Auntie's house.  Now, there is a hard line between her being capable of something and her actually doing it, that would be where her will comes in, and would also be the source of much of the conflict in our home right now.   I hear from others that this is to be expected of a firstborn three-year-old.

I know that in general, mother/daughter relationships can be challenging. I did not know that the challenges would start so young. This three-year-old and I… Whew.  She is so much like me, it's unsettling at times. She doesn't respond well to being told what to do. When she chooses disobedience, sometimes it's timeout. Sometimes it's a spanking (something I never thought I'd say). And sometimes (depending on the offense) it slides because sometimes you need a day when you're not managing and disciplining every little moment and just enjoying the kid for who she is. Sometimes when I am frustrated to the brink of blowing up in a fit of lost temper, I change the scene and turn to tickling instead.  Her laughter fills up my joy cup when it's running low. 

She stopped napping every afternoon pretty much right around her third birthday.  For reals went from sleeping three hours every afternoon to not napping at all, almost overnight.  All you mamas with two-year-olds.... oh your day will come.   I've implimented "quiet time" in the afternoons while baby sister naps so that I can have some grownup time to work... or think... but it usually turns into Penny watching a movie.  I hope to curb this soon because one movie per day is not my idea of excellent screen-time parenting, but most days I simply do not have the energy in the afternoon to come up with and supervise some pinteresty quiet-time activity that doesn't involve the television.  Although yesterday during quiet time, she and I built a simple blanket fort by the coffee table and laid down in it and made up stories about a fairy princess who could smell when it was going to rain.

She has started preschool at Miss Carrie's house in our neighborhood. It is three days a week, for just shy of three hours, and it is wonderful.  I love that she is learning letters and numbers and the calendar and the days of the week; but moreso that she is spending time with kids her age, taking direction from somebody besides me and learning sharing and kindness and taking turns. 

Her blue eyes and batting lashes can captivate any stranger.  The spaces between her front teeth are charming and also ease my worries a little about teeth-brushing affectiveness, because oral hygiene is still quite the power struggle every night.   Despite my sunscreen diligence, she did acquire quite the olive tan this summer, especially on her cheeks and arms.  Her hair flips out on the bottom for a very cute curled effect.

For her third birthday, we invited a bunch of friends to join us at Skateland and had a whirl of a time. The image below taken by Dan's cousin, Celisse Jones at the party, captures her perfectly that day -- a little bit shy and reserved (stubbornly avoiding socializing with any of her party guests), with messy hair, wearing overalls, so curious about an arcade game.

Her favorite books: Quest and Journey by Aaron Becker
Favorite dinner: macaroni (probably because she only gets it about once a quarter)
Favorite place to go: Peter Piper Pizza (she's been once for a birthday party and now asks almost every day if we can go there)
Favorite movies: Brave, Little Mermaid, Totoro and Ponyo
Favorite song: Shake it Off and The Hokey Pokey


Things I don't want to forget from this age:
"See I told you it was light outside"
"It's pretty great."
"Mom, what's your plan for today?"
Her big-head toys (the Funko Pop Disney line)
The rhyming "wonderiffic ferderiffic" song
Climbing -- everything.
Pronouncing Josie "Dosie" and other funny speech things.
Making puppets out of paper bags.
Anything with wolves: Little Red Riding Hood, Three Little Pigs, especially.
Picking out books at the library and the time she told a girl there "Hi my name is Penny, do you want to be my friend? My mommy can only do one thing at a time."
Giving me a "face hug" before bed.
Rolling anything up in paper or a napkin and saying "here I made this present for you!"

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Sunday, July 26, 2015

On Joining a Gym

Dan says that when he wants us to do something that I might not be on board with, he has to wait until he can let me think that it was my idea.  [I plea the fifth.]

He's mentioned joining a gym a few times over the last few years but I've always thought it was a dumb investment and that we would never go enough to justify the cost.  

This week in a moment of vulnerability, I got a hankering to get on the gym train so I can utilize some free (well...) childcare to have some time to myself to make some good choices for my health and fitness.  I need something.  
The yoga groupon I bought isn't working out because I stay up late working almost every night so a 5am class just isn't realistic for me on a regular basis.  I tried the whole "go for a walk/jog and push the girls in a stroller" thing and... that was about the worst workout experience I could have ever imagined.   SMH all you stroller-pushing joggers.  I want my kids far far away from me when I'm trying to burn calories. 

I've got about twenty-five extra pounds hanging around and they're really weighing on me.  I have a business and a job that I love now, but I still sit at a desk most of the time.  So it's gotta be something.  Something with childcare. 

My first thought when we decided to tour two local power house fitness clubs was "I hope I don't see anyone I know.

Not sure why.  I told Dan it's because when I work out (by 'when I work out' I mean hypothetically, because I haven't actually exercised on purpose four times since we got married), when I work out I like to be left alone, in my zone, and not be bothered, not socialize, not have to pretend I want to see people or that I don't hate working out. 

Truthfully I think it's that I feel such shame and disappointment that my physical condition is what it is.  I used to be an athlete.  I was thirty pounds lighter on my wedding day than I am right now. Thirty pounds.  And in my self consciousness, on some level I've convinced myself that maybe if others don't see it for what it is [ that I can barely handle twenty minutes on an elliptical machine ] then it won't be true.  As if other people can't actually tell how much heavier I am these days.   My own daughter didn't even recognize me in a wedding photo.  

So, it's out there now.  My name is Julie and my family joined a gym today because I am tired of having inadequate health and wellness.

If there's one thing I've learned from having an Apple Watch, it's that chasing a toddler / baby combo all day is not exercise.  "I'm a mom. I burn calories all day long chasing kids." I thought.  False. 

Another myth: breastfeeding makes you lose weight.  More about that here

So here I am.  And there I was.  First time "working out" in a gym in years.  We sat through two presentations, made our decision, did the signup thing and paid the enrollment fees with squirming daughters on our laps.  

Dan took Penny to the pool.  I got Josie checked in at the childcare center, went pee, by myself thank you very much, and found my way to the cardio machines. 

I fumbled with my iPhone to get the right music going and thought about the giant video iPod I used to work out with when I lived in Scottsdale. There were no touch screens then but I longed for my old playlist.  Pandora just wasn't cutting it and Apple Music wouldn't load (#FWP I know). 

I got my heart rate up. Broke a sweat. Tried three cardio machines for eleven minutes each. Puttzed around the weight machines because oh my overwhelming gonna have to work with a trainer, used two of them (probably incorrectly). 

Then I felt an instinct that I should go check on Josephine.  I hadn't heard them page me over the intercom because of my Pandora jams.  But who using intercom pages anymore?  Text me would you?  It's 2015!   Sure enough, mother's intuition, Josie girl was losing her mind, crying harder and redder and sadder than she ever has cried in her whole life, the sweetest easiest baby who rarely cries at all.  And she had pooped herself.  They don't change diapers there (which I'm ok with, but did she really have to poop then?)

By the time I went back to my locker to get a clean diaper, borrowed some baby wipes from another mom because I forgot to pack some in my new gym bag aka purse, lovingly changed that monster of a poo poo and topped her off with some breastmilk, the infant room was closed for the day.  There went my cool down and stretch.   

So, myth number three shattered: you can't ever really get away from your kids.  At least not when they're babies, at least not at the gym, at least not today. 

As I was breastfeeding in a corner, I gazed at other women walking by. Admiring and resenting and awestruck and jealous all at the same time toward the really skinny fit ones who also had children in the childcare.   I never looked that good, even before I had kids.   I could watch all the inspiring "love your body just as it is" social media videos on the entire internet and I would still feel these feelings in this scenario.  But, baby steps. 

I'm calling it a 40 minute workout but my Apple Watch says I exercised only 22 minutes today.   We will see what my body says about it tomorrow. 

I took a selfie in my underwear so I'd have it has a "before" picture for when I get all cute and narrow again.  Then I deleted it from my phone. 

I think my less-than-glamorous first day back at a gym is "This is not going to be easy" staring me right in the face. 

'til next time.  

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Wednesday, July 8, 2015

A Memory Story: Skateland

When I was in elementary school, I went to Skateland quite often.   I feel like my school and my orthodontist office and my girl scout troop and... every organization I was affiliated with... had all their parties there.  Skateland was where I showed off my mad skating skills, got exposed to the latest in pop music (because it was pretty much just Whitney Houston and Country Western at home), and got to see friends and teachers outside the context of school. Chicken Dance. Partner Skate. Backwards Skate. Black light Skate.  It was the bomb dot com before dot com was a thing.

Tonight Dan got it in his head that we should take advantage of "Water Wednesdays" -- you bring a case of water bottles for donation toward homeless shelters and your family of four gets free admission -- and that Penny would learn how to skate.  I hesitated, but alas. 

Not sure she learned how to skate, but we sure did have a party of a time.   Nights like this I'm so glad I married someone who balances me out.  I would just assume never leave the house in the summer time; Dan always has great ideas of how to get out of the house and make the best of the worst season in Arizona.  

Not pictured here is a very enthusiastic Penelope dancing the Cha Cha Shuffle (is that what it's called) in her socks in the middle of the rink with a bunch of strangers at the end of the night after everyone turns their skates in.  We've got a full-on little girl on our hands.

A tip for you mamas considering this outing for your family: bring a stroller for your baby.  You can't hold baby/kid while you skate but you can push them around the rink, which allows both parents to skate and for you to keep your stuff with you (in the stroller) and not have to rent a locker.  We didn't know this but we will do it next time!

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Sunday, July 5, 2015

Josie Lu: Ten Months Old


She's still a little chunk, but thinning out slightly as she's become so incredibly active.  Since the rest of her body is starting to resemble an "older" baby (and much less like a newborn or infant), her chubby cheeks really stick out like jowls.   You can definitely tell that she's breastfed.   She's cut four teeth but only two are actually visible, the bottom middles.   Her hair has really grown and it's less like fuzz now.  She has a "mustache" in the back, a natural part at the middle of her neck and the hair growing sideways toward her ears.

She's wearing size 12m-18m.  Still doesn't wear shoes, although I've been meaning to dig into my hand-me-downs because I think this is about the age that I started putting shoes on Penelope from time to time.

Her face is very sweet, matching her easy-going disposition.  She'll go to most anyone and is starting to play coy by pressing one cheek to her shoulder and batting her eyes at the lucky onlooker.  Her eye-lashes sure have filled out since she was born without them.

Behavior and Skills:

Crawls fast, almost always with her one foot and one knee.   She can climb the whole staircase from the basement, and can climb completely into the dishwasher.  She can almost climb up onto the couch by pushing one of Penny's stools over to it.

A couple weeks ago, up here at the cabin, she starting standing on her own from a squat, without holding onto anything.   I'm super anxious for her to walk because that will mean no more filthy knees and hands, but no first steps yet. 

Sometimes I get excited because she will crawl over to me and raise her arms up to be held and I think it's because she wants to be held and be snuggled, but really she just wanted to be lifted up so she can have a better vantage point of what's going on in the room.  She'll look around, figure out where she wants to go, then press away from me to be put back down in the direction of choice.

Patting the table / playing drums is a fun game for her.  It's really funny when she tries to go fast, like she surprises herself with the sounds she makes.   She's also catching on to peek-a-boo and patty-cake.

Noises: she squeaks and squeals more than any other noise, almost sounds like a cockateel when she's happy.  She learned how to clap/applaud at our friends Jon and Emily's wedding, which was very fitting.  When she babbles, it usually comes out "bahbahbahbah?"

Just like Penny, Josie plays by herself really well, although she gets into a lot more mischief/danger than Penny ever did.  You can put her in a room with ton of cool toys and she'd most prefer to go find an electrical outlet to try to stick her finger in, or a dead bug to attempt to put in her mouth, so you really gotta watch this one.

Lots of firsts these past couple months:
first words:  bath, "Boppa" (my dad), "Apollo" (our dog), ball, "hey"
signs "all done"
airplane ride
mosquito bite
sleeping in crib
squat to stand
tylenol (for teething, just one night)
water to drink

Breastfeeding and Other Food:

The kid is OBSESSED with cups of liquid.  She gets SOOOO excited when there's a cup with a straw within her reach.  We say she has a "drinking problem" because when she drinks water, she happily spits about half of it out as she goes, drenching herself and anyone who might be holding her.

She's basically tried everything, aside from the off-limits things like raw meat and honey.   Any given day, there's a good chance she eats: one or two pouches, some greek yogurt or cottage cheese, half a banana, some torn up meat, cheerios or other finger-food cereal, and sliced up strawberries or whatever other soft-fruit we have in the house.  


We moved her to her crib right after Dan got home from his last bachelor party.  We had two very tough nights doing Ferber method, but pretty smooth sailing after that in terms of bedtime routine.  Sleeping through the night is another story -- still waiting for that to happen.  I can't seem to kick the middle-of-the-night feeding(s), and she still wakes up around 5am to come into bed with us and nurse and (usually) fall back asleep for another two hours or so.

She's napping about twice a day, usually a short one in the morning and a decent one in the afternoon.  Not on a schedule though, to my advantage most days. 

Her mama:

Dan and I recently got Apple Watches, so that's kind of the new gadget in my life.  In the photography world, I recently got my LLC, business bank accounts, and have been working on a more strategic business plan launching in the Fall so that I can start to pay myself a [small] salary next year.  I've been working 30-35 hours a week so I figured actually paying myself some profit is in order by now.  So that's kind of exciting.  

Today marks the last full day of our first-annual summer trip to my parents' cabin, we've been here for 17 days and it's been wonderful.  Me and the girls have been here the whole time and Dan has come up all three weekends.  I've gone as hippie as I probably ever will, not plucking my eyebrows once or even wearing deodorant most days.  Re-entry into the hot valley of the sun is going to be tough tomorrow.

The poor sleep patterns are wearing on me a little bit (per my ramblings a few posts back), but I keep telling myself that some day, she will sleep through the night.   And enjoying her during the day makes up for it.

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Saturday, July 4, 2015

Easy no-cook Cabin Homemade Chocolate Ice Cream

4 c Half and Half
1 Tbsp vanilla extract
1/2 c sugar
1/2 c Silly Cow Farms hot chocolate mix ("chocolate chocolate" is my fav)
1 tsp cinnamon
1 pinch of salt

whisk all ingredients together in until completely combined and powder is not clumpy (will have tiny bubbles and be frothy on top).  Pour into canister, prepare per your ice cream maker's instructions. 

Sometimes it's available at Sprouts or World Market, but if you can't find Silly Cow Farms hot chocolate, you can order it online or just pick any other hot chocolate mix that isn't full of artificial sweeteners and weird ingredients that normal people can't pronounce. 

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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Ma brain

It occurred to me tonight that I haven't gotten more than four hours of consecutive sleep in over a year-and-a-half.  I was entering Josie's crib room (me and the girls are away from home at my parents' cabin right now) where I found her standing at the edge of her crib, completely covered in snot and tears, begging to be held and nursed and cuddled.  Only an hour and a half after she went to bed. 

She's been sleeping only about two to three-hour stretches during the night due to teething and, well, being a horrible sleeper.  There was that one night when she was three months old that she slept for nine hours straight, but of course I woke up ten times because my boobs hurt or I was paranoid that she hadn't woken up.  

I mostly blame myself for co-sleeping too long and sleep-training too late.  I'm exhausted.   Even on the nights when I actually go to bed early (when the kids go to bed) instead of staying up to get work done, I'm still awoken a couple hours later and then every few hours after that until the next day begins.   And boo sleep training.   It wasn't this impossible with Penny.   And even if I wanted to go back to the co-sleeping attachment-parent strategy so she'd sleep longer stretches and I wouldn't have to get out of bed (which is why we co-slept so long this time), that still means terrible sleep for me because... paranoid she'll fall out of bed (again), nipple pinching and nostril clawing all night, nowhere to put my arm, baby kicks to the face...  

Haven't had a baby yet and wanna know what it's like getting up and nursing in the middle of the night? When you go to bed, set a timer to go off in two hours.  When it goes off, get up and walk two laps around your family room.  Then either lay down or sit in a rocking chair and balance a large book on your left shoulder for five minutes then your right shoulder for five minutes.  Try to relax your neck. Try not to wake your spouse.   If you can fall back asleep balancing the book on your shoulder without it falling off, more power to you, otherwise go put the book back on the shelf.  Go pee if you have to.  Set another timer for three hours, then go back to sleep.  Repeat until morning. 

Josie's almost ten months old now but the longer period of not getting good sleep traces back to my entire pregnancy with her.  I was either barfing, having hip and back pain, or had to pee in the middle of the night all 39 weeks.  It's no wonder I feel like I'm not at the top of my game at anything I'm up to these days. For reals, 18 months of bad sleep.  

Go to sleep. Yeah. I wish sleep was a place I could go, without my kids. 

Tell me there is light at the end of the tunnel?  That some day I will get to sleep again?  I'm at a point where most nights I say to myself, "what's the point in going to bed at all, she's just going to wake you up in 3...2...1..."

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Friday, June 19, 2015

Penny's First Haircut

"I won't cut it until she's five," I said.  But, she was excited about it; and her baby mullet tail was getting cumbersome in ponytails, so we did it.  Daddy, me and Penny all went and got haircuts together.  She blew my mind with bravery.  I cried, she didn't.

"I wish I hadn't brought my camera and taken so many pictures of my kids and their milestones."
said no mother ever.

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