I've always been jealous of mother's who say any of the following:
• My child nurses AND takes a bottle.
• She started sleeping through the night when she was three months old.
• She lays down for a nap for two hours in the afternoon, and so do I.
• She never cries when I lay her down at night.
That's all I can think of for right now, and although those statements have always been a thorn in my side, I can honestly say, I can take the last two off the list.
Sophia wasn't sleeping well at all when we were staying with my parents and waiting to get in to the new house. I think in the two months that we were there, I got to sleep through the night maybe a half dozen times. Ever since we moved in to the new house, Sophia has been a champion sleeper. I convinced myself that we were going to start some serious sleep training when we moved in because I was not going to deal with rocking and cuddling with an 18-month-old and a newborn every night, let alone waking up in the middle of the night to start the process all over with both of them. And what happens when Brett is gone for 3-4 nights in a row? I was dreading it. In my mind, Sophia WAS going to become a great sleeper in the time between moving in to the house and the arrival of #2.
My wish came true all on its own. I'm absolutely flabbergasted. That word describes it all. Sophia now lays down for naps awake and will sleep for 2 hours at a time. I'm sure I could take a nap while she is asleep, and I will eventually take advantage of that. For now, there's too much to do, and I like the alone time. I'll be exhausted soon enough. Sophia also lays down at night awake. We watch cartoons or, lately, it's been that John & Kate Plus 8 show. (She loves watching the kids.) She sits on my lap for about 15-20 minutes, or less when she's really tired. When we're done watching, I pick her up, she gives me a hug and kiss while we walk to her room. Sophia turns out the light in her room. I lay her down in her crib, cover her with her blanket (or her "blank," as she says), and I tuck her stuffed duck under her arm. We say our "I love you"s, and then I close the door. Silence. Blissful silence. She falls right to sleep and wakes up about 12 hours later.
This is my gift, I think. This is my gift before #2 arrives. It is the biggest and best blessing right now to be able to sleep through the night. I'm no longer jealous of "those mothers" who seem to naturally have it easy because, well, I'm one of them now.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
TRACTOR!
Sophia did the funniest thing the other day. Brett and I were at Lowe's looking at gas grills. We're thinking about getting each other one for a mother's/father's day gift to ourselves. Sophia had an awesome nap that day, which she has been doing for that last few days - 2+ hours in the afternoon has been wonderful, and she's been in a GREAT mood for the rest of the evening and sleeping super well at night. Anyway, back to the story. We were all at Lowe's looking at gas grills, which happen to be right next to the riding lawn mowers. Brett and I spent a lot of time looking at lawn mowers about a week ago, and while Brett was looking, I would take Sophia out of the stroller/cart and let her "ride" the tractors. So we're looking at the grills, and Sophia pretty much starts to jump up and down in the cart. She starts pointing and yelling and getting all excited, and all of a sudden she screams, "TRACTOR!" Out of the blue, no prompting at all. Brett and I cracked up. It was hilarious! So we got Sophia out of the cart and let her "ride" the tractors for a while. It was priceless.
We're still unpacking boxes. Ugh. I don't think it will ever end. We did find our bedroom floor, and while Brett was home this week, we found the sunroom and the bathroom in the master bedroom. We still have a lot of work to do in the bathroom - painting being the biggest thing. Thankfully, we don't have to do anything major to that room, but I don't want to really use it (use it, meaning using the shower and steaming up the room with bare drywall). We got rid of the mouse in the house!!!! Major victory there. And although Brett found a mouse in the bathroom, I think it's gone too since I saw a box of DeCon completely eaten this morning. That's good news. We put out a bunch of ant traps, since whatever the Orkin man put down only worked for about two weeks. So the ants are slowly disappearing too.
I had another OB appointment yesterday. Everything is progressing so well. This kid is really active, similar to what Sophia was, but this one feels so much bigger. Maybe not bigger, just taller. I'm feeling limbs in far-off places that I thought this kid couldn't reach yet. And, I don't know it this is a normal thing, so mom's, please let me know. With Sophia, I had a low-lying placenta, so whenever she kicked or punched straight down, it was uncomfortable but not too bad. This kid's placenta is WAY in the back, which is great, but when he/she kicks/punches straight down, IT HURTS. Like, it takes my breath away for a few seconds. Is that normal? It's not unbearable, but it's something I've never felt before. In other pregnancy news, I gained less than 2 lbs this time around, which makes me happy, so now the grand total of gain is 21 lbs. Good to me.
Other thing that happened at this OB appointment - I passed my gestational diabetes test with flying colors. YAY!!!! I'm so happy about this. My doc said there is nothing to worry about in that area and actually acted a bit surprised when she looked at my chart and saw that I had failed my first test with Sophia and almost failed the second round test with her. Again, mom's, tell me about this one. When I was in NY and took the first gestational diabetes test, I had to drink the entire bottle of sugar liquid stuff, and the lab techs told me to stay in the waiting area for an hour and not to exert myself. When I took the test in IN, they had me drink only 1/3 of a bottle of the liquid, and the techs told me to be back in a hour for the blood test, meaning go run around as long as I was back in an hour. I totally think that the lesser amount of drink and the running around for an hour affected my results. I'm convinced and thankful for the results for #2.
Brett left for his work week this morning, and he'll be back on Saturday night. I have boxes to unpack this week and work to do for clients. Sophia and I are headed up to Lafayette this Saturday. I'm going for a pedicure (ah...a pedicure) with my sisters and mom, and then Sophia and I are going to visit with a bunch of old Purduette friends and their families. I'm SO EXCITED to get to see them again. Then on Sunday, I might be able to oogle over the Decorator's Show House in Carmel. OOOOOoooooo...so fun to see design work and get ideas for our new house, though we'll have to tone down our projects as far as budget. It's going to be a good week.
We're still unpacking boxes. Ugh. I don't think it will ever end. We did find our bedroom floor, and while Brett was home this week, we found the sunroom and the bathroom in the master bedroom. We still have a lot of work to do in the bathroom - painting being the biggest thing. Thankfully, we don't have to do anything major to that room, but I don't want to really use it (use it, meaning using the shower and steaming up the room with bare drywall). We got rid of the mouse in the house!!!! Major victory there. And although Brett found a mouse in the bathroom, I think it's gone too since I saw a box of DeCon completely eaten this morning. That's good news. We put out a bunch of ant traps, since whatever the Orkin man put down only worked for about two weeks. So the ants are slowly disappearing too.
I had another OB appointment yesterday. Everything is progressing so well. This kid is really active, similar to what Sophia was, but this one feels so much bigger. Maybe not bigger, just taller. I'm feeling limbs in far-off places that I thought this kid couldn't reach yet. And, I don't know it this is a normal thing, so mom's, please let me know. With Sophia, I had a low-lying placenta, so whenever she kicked or punched straight down, it was uncomfortable but not too bad. This kid's placenta is WAY in the back, which is great, but when he/she kicks/punches straight down, IT HURTS. Like, it takes my breath away for a few seconds. Is that normal? It's not unbearable, but it's something I've never felt before. In other pregnancy news, I gained less than 2 lbs this time around, which makes me happy, so now the grand total of gain is 21 lbs. Good to me.
Other thing that happened at this OB appointment - I passed my gestational diabetes test with flying colors. YAY!!!! I'm so happy about this. My doc said there is nothing to worry about in that area and actually acted a bit surprised when she looked at my chart and saw that I had failed my first test with Sophia and almost failed the second round test with her. Again, mom's, tell me about this one. When I was in NY and took the first gestational diabetes test, I had to drink the entire bottle of sugar liquid stuff, and the lab techs told me to stay in the waiting area for an hour and not to exert myself. When I took the test in IN, they had me drink only 1/3 of a bottle of the liquid, and the techs told me to be back in a hour for the blood test, meaning go run around as long as I was back in an hour. I totally think that the lesser amount of drink and the running around for an hour affected my results. I'm convinced and thankful for the results for #2.
Brett left for his work week this morning, and he'll be back on Saturday night. I have boxes to unpack this week and work to do for clients. Sophia and I are headed up to Lafayette this Saturday. I'm going for a pedicure (ah...a pedicure) with my sisters and mom, and then Sophia and I are going to visit with a bunch of old Purduette friends and their families. I'm SO EXCITED to get to see them again. Then on Sunday, I might be able to oogle over the Decorator's Show House in Carmel. OOOOOoooooo...so fun to see design work and get ideas for our new house, though we'll have to tone down our projects as far as budget. It's going to be a good week.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Victory is MINE!
Oh, you little mouse. You are no match for YouTube advice videos. This is how Brett caught the little sucker last night.
This isn't our video, but you can at least get the idea. It worked like a charm, though we used a paper towel roll baited with peanut butter rather than a toilet paper roll. Brett set this up last night, we went to our bedroom, and not two minutes later, we hear the mouse falling to a most certain death. She was still alive, so Brett tossed her in the backyard, where I hope she was promptly swept up by a passing raccoon.
Now we just wait to see if that was the only mouse in the house. We'll give it a few days before we do a dance of joy.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Up late but productive
I found the floor of my bedroom today. I'm very excited. Now, our master bedroom looks HUGE. All I have in it is our bed and two nightstands that need to be replaced. There are still a few boxes scattered about, but compared to the pile of boxes and bags that were in the room before, it's a drastic improvement. I can't wait to start sanding and painting the dresser that's waiting for me in the garage and getting it in to the room.
I was motivated today, which happens maybe about twice a week now. On the other days, I spend time recuperating from my motivated days. Baby #2, which I think Brett and I have nicknamed Deuce (Latin for 2), pretty much sucks all of my energy these days. Brett and I have spent the past few days trying to eradicate the house of a colony of mice, which means we didn't get much unpacking accomplished.
After waking up to yet more mouse poo on the floors and kitchen counter, the little engine inside me said, "That's it! I'm cleaning!" I unpacked, organized, restacked and broke out the vacuum cleaner. Tomorrow morning if the little vermin is still alive, I'll be able to tell exactly where it visited during the previous night. Lately, it has liked eating the crumbs out of Sophia's high chair, so I stripped the chair of its cover, washed it, and left a nice mouse trap in the seat of her chair. We'll see if it works. I organized Sophia's toys and put her age-appropriate ones in our storage ottomans and removed all the baby toys for #2. I threw away enough stuff to fill two garbage bags. I reorganized all exposed clothing in to Rubbermaid storage tubs, just so the mouse won't find a home with our nice, soft, newly-washed clothing. I still don't have the moxy to take on Sophia's room. There are boxes on the floor, left in the same places since the big mouse battle, and I think I'll need help to clean all that up.
Tomorrow will be a fun day. I signed Sophia and me up for the story hour at the local library. The story hour for newborns to 2-year-olds (which is actually only 25 minutes) is at the Carmel Clay Public Library, and the kid's section there looks amazing. I'm so excited to see it. I spent at least 10 minutes tonight rummaging through Sophia's storage bin of clothes and picking out an outfit for her. I have issues. After the library, I'm hoping to hit a big neighborhood garage sale in the complex across the street. We'll see if that happens. It all depends on naps and eating schedules.
Maybe I'll have the nerve to take on Sophia's room tomorrow. There's alway hope. For now, I think I'll just go to sleep.
I was motivated today, which happens maybe about twice a week now. On the other days, I spend time recuperating from my motivated days. Baby #2, which I think Brett and I have nicknamed Deuce (Latin for 2), pretty much sucks all of my energy these days. Brett and I have spent the past few days trying to eradicate the house of a colony of mice, which means we didn't get much unpacking accomplished.
After waking up to yet more mouse poo on the floors and kitchen counter, the little engine inside me said, "That's it! I'm cleaning!" I unpacked, organized, restacked and broke out the vacuum cleaner. Tomorrow morning if the little vermin is still alive, I'll be able to tell exactly where it visited during the previous night. Lately, it has liked eating the crumbs out of Sophia's high chair, so I stripped the chair of its cover, washed it, and left a nice mouse trap in the seat of her chair. We'll see if it works. I organized Sophia's toys and put her age-appropriate ones in our storage ottomans and removed all the baby toys for #2. I threw away enough stuff to fill two garbage bags. I reorganized all exposed clothing in to Rubbermaid storage tubs, just so the mouse won't find a home with our nice, soft, newly-washed clothing. I still don't have the moxy to take on Sophia's room. There are boxes on the floor, left in the same places since the big mouse battle, and I think I'll need help to clean all that up.
Tomorrow will be a fun day. I signed Sophia and me up for the story hour at the local library. The story hour for newborns to 2-year-olds (which is actually only 25 minutes) is at the Carmel Clay Public Library, and the kid's section there looks amazing. I'm so excited to see it. I spent at least 10 minutes tonight rummaging through Sophia's storage bin of clothes and picking out an outfit for her. I have issues. After the library, I'm hoping to hit a big neighborhood garage sale in the complex across the street. We'll see if that happens. It all depends on naps and eating schedules.
Maybe I'll have the nerve to take on Sophia's room tomorrow. There's alway hope. For now, I think I'll just go to sleep.
Monday, April 20, 2009
The Orkin man was nice, but the Musick men are ruthless
Update on the mice issue.
I found them. Yes, I said THEM. I went in to Sophia's bedroom today, intending on putting away all of her nicely folded clothes that I left laying on the floor from last night. I emptied the drawers of her dresser, since they were still full of blankets, and when I got to the last one, they ran out. I saw two, and I think I ran just as fast as them. We left the house until the Orkin man came in the afternoon.
The Orkin man came. Nice guy. He put 12 traps in our house. I wasn't too thrilled with the traps though. They were those kind that are sticky, so the mouse sticks to them and basically panics itself to death. They're very safe around kids, I know, but something about being able to see a live mouse or hear one die wasn't too thrilling to me. But whatever. We have a year-long service agreement with Orkin, so whatever they do it fine with me.
I asked Brett to clean out the last drawer of Sophia's dresser for me, which he bravely did. He said he took everything out and left three mice running around in the bottom drawer. They had chewed through one of Sophia's fleece blankets, so we threw that one away. Every time we throw something away, I just see $$$ down the drain. We ended up packing Sophia's room with mice traps, stuffing towels under the door, and leaving for another few hours in hopes that some of them would run in to the traps by the time we got home.
Brett's parents actually met us when we did get home. They were in Indy buying a new car, which I'll get to see someday but the evening was just getting exciting. Brett and his dad went in to Sophia's room to salvage any mouse traps that may have been occupied, and the next thing we hear is a bunch of pounding and yelling. They ended up finding the mama mouse in the top drawer of Sophia's dresser, nursing 3 or 4 baby mice. Lovely! They tried to let the mice go out the bedroom window, but they ended up scattering. With the help of a Maglite flashlight and some good aim with their feet, they ended up killing 5 - yes count them 5 - of the mice in the family. UGH...totally gives me the willies. Brett's parent's left, and we all felt victorious, but Brett ended up back in the bedroom chasing down a crafty adult mouse that just wouldn't give in. So we know we still have one running around somewhere. Let's hope we catch it during the night.
I found them. Yes, I said THEM. I went in to Sophia's bedroom today, intending on putting away all of her nicely folded clothes that I left laying on the floor from last night. I emptied the drawers of her dresser, since they were still full of blankets, and when I got to the last one, they ran out. I saw two, and I think I ran just as fast as them. We left the house until the Orkin man came in the afternoon.
The Orkin man came. Nice guy. He put 12 traps in our house. I wasn't too thrilled with the traps though. They were those kind that are sticky, so the mouse sticks to them and basically panics itself to death. They're very safe around kids, I know, but something about being able to see a live mouse or hear one die wasn't too thrilling to me. But whatever. We have a year-long service agreement with Orkin, so whatever they do it fine with me.
I asked Brett to clean out the last drawer of Sophia's dresser for me, which he bravely did. He said he took everything out and left three mice running around in the bottom drawer. They had chewed through one of Sophia's fleece blankets, so we threw that one away. Every time we throw something away, I just see $$$ down the drain. We ended up packing Sophia's room with mice traps, stuffing towels under the door, and leaving for another few hours in hopes that some of them would run in to the traps by the time we got home.
Brett's parents actually met us when we did get home. They were in Indy buying a new car, which I'll get to see someday but the evening was just getting exciting. Brett and his dad went in to Sophia's room to salvage any mouse traps that may have been occupied, and the next thing we hear is a bunch of pounding and yelling. They ended up finding the mama mouse in the top drawer of Sophia's dresser, nursing 3 or 4 baby mice. Lovely! They tried to let the mice go out the bedroom window, but they ended up scattering. With the help of a Maglite flashlight and some good aim with their feet, they ended up killing 5 - yes count them 5 - of the mice in the family. UGH...totally gives me the willies. Brett's parent's left, and we all felt victorious, but Brett ended up back in the bedroom chasing down a crafty adult mouse that just wouldn't give in. So we know we still have one running around somewhere. Let's hope we catch it during the night.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Eaten out of house and home
I had planned on making a nice meal last night while Brett was on his way home, but I found that the majority of my ingredients had little mouse bite marks through the packaging. So gross. I went to make breakfast this morning and found an entire loaf of bread completely ruined. It's like the little sucker tunneled a hole straight through the middle of it. So this afternoon, we spent a good amount of time taking food out of the pantry, salvaging what we could and throwing away what we had to. Hopefully, the mouse will not find its way in to a nearby cabinet. I can't see a way that it could climb in to that cabinet, but I might be surprised in the morning. The Orkin man comes at 1 pm tomorrow, which is not soon enough.
We all got dressed up this rainy morning and went to our new church. We went to the 11 am mass at Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Quite a departure from the Life Teen mass we used to go to in NY. Sophia got a kick out of the bell choir that they had at this mass. We had to deal with her severely drippy nose all morning, so church was actually a break from her nose. After church, we all headed to Sears to get the car fixed (we had a bulging tire that was under warranty), get Brett a new pair of tennis shoes (the mouse had made his home in Brett's sneakers while our clothes were in storage), and look at lawn mowers. If it would ever stop raining, we could actually mow the yard. It was a busy day.
On a good note, Sophia has slept through the night pretty much since we moved in to our new house. I've also been laying her down awake for naps and bedtime, and though she may yell for a bit, she eventually calms down and puts herself to sleep. It's glorious to be able to sleep through the night and not hear poor Sophia struggling to sleep. Yes, I'm pregnant and still wake up at least once at night to go to the bathroom, but the whole fact that I can pretty much sleep for 8 hours of sleep is blissfully refreshing. I'm soaking it in while I can because in a few months, I'll be up MUCH more often in the middle of the night.
Also, happy first anniversary to Sophia's godparents and our good friends, Chris and Sarah Sansone! I hope your first year of marriage was a blessed one and that you have many more happy years in the future!
Now, on to pictures.
Sophia loves to play on this little table at my parents, and she digs out all of the play kitchen ware also. It's fun to watch her "cook." She also walks around and feeds everyone or gives them sips out of her cups.
I bought a new rug for the kitchen. When I brought it to the house, I asked Sophia to sit on it so I could take her picture. That was her pose.
We truly have a girl. She played in my heals the entire time I unpacked clothes and organized our closet.
We got cable on Monday. Self-explanatory.
It's amazing how she can entertain herself when I unpack old toys.
We all got dressed up this rainy morning and went to our new church. We went to the 11 am mass at Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Quite a departure from the Life Teen mass we used to go to in NY. Sophia got a kick out of the bell choir that they had at this mass. We had to deal with her severely drippy nose all morning, so church was actually a break from her nose. After church, we all headed to Sears to get the car fixed (we had a bulging tire that was under warranty), get Brett a new pair of tennis shoes (the mouse had made his home in Brett's sneakers while our clothes were in storage), and look at lawn mowers. If it would ever stop raining, we could actually mow the yard. It was a busy day.
On a good note, Sophia has slept through the night pretty much since we moved in to our new house. I've also been laying her down awake for naps and bedtime, and though she may yell for a bit, she eventually calms down and puts herself to sleep. It's glorious to be able to sleep through the night and not hear poor Sophia struggling to sleep. Yes, I'm pregnant and still wake up at least once at night to go to the bathroom, but the whole fact that I can pretty much sleep for 8 hours of sleep is blissfully refreshing. I'm soaking it in while I can because in a few months, I'll be up MUCH more often in the middle of the night.
Also, happy first anniversary to Sophia's godparents and our good friends, Chris and Sarah Sansone! I hope your first year of marriage was a blessed one and that you have many more happy years in the future!
Now, on to pictures.
Sophia loves to play on this little table at my parents, and she digs out all of the play kitchen ware also. It's fun to watch her "cook." She also walks around and feeds everyone or gives them sips out of her cups.
I bought a new rug for the kitchen. When I brought it to the house, I asked Sophia to sit on it so I could take her picture. That was her pose.
We truly have a girl. She played in my heals the entire time I unpacked clothes and organized our closet.
We got cable on Monday. Self-explanatory.
It's amazing how she can entertain herself when I unpack old toys.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Save us, Orkin man
So, our little visitor is back. After not seeing or hearing the mouse for a few days, I had resolved to the idea that the little guy had heard the call of the wild and returned to the meadows and woods behind our house. Not so.
My friend, Sarah, came to help me unpack more boxes today. I almost have ALL the clothes in our closet now, and since we don't have any dressers, that a pretty big ordeal. In the middle of unpacking a bag of shoes, I noticed that there was a bunch of little torn up pieces of paper towel scattered around the bag. Hmmm. Not two days ago, I unpacked a box that contained said roll of paper towels and noticed that IT had pretty much been torn to shreds. Looks like our little friend was ripping through paper towels and transporting them to the shoe bag where he made a nice little nest of a home in one of Brett's old tennis shoes. EEEEWWWWWW. I threw out Brett's shoes, as I wasn't even going to attempt salvaging them. Sarah took Chlorox to the bag in hopes of removing any mouse remnant.
And now, while I was doing some work on my laptop in the living room, I saw a little flash of black run behind the television. Two minutes later, I was on the phone with the Orkin people, asking if I could make an appointment for tomorrow. I didn't care if it was 10:30 at night. We purchased some big year-long service plan with them that covered any pest or rodent that comes in to our house, so I'm hoping we nail the little guy. So now, I know we probably brought the little bugger from storage to come live with us in our house when we transported all of our boxes. Argh.
In our first apartment, Brett and I had problems with mice, ground squirrels, and snakes, and even since, I've had this vendetta about getting rid of pests. They aren't meant to live in the same space as humans, and with a toddler around, I'm especially modivated to rid our house of anything small and darting. So be warned, small field mouse. Both me and the Orkin man are after you. Run while you still can.
My friend, Sarah, came to help me unpack more boxes today. I almost have ALL the clothes in our closet now, and since we don't have any dressers, that a pretty big ordeal. In the middle of unpacking a bag of shoes, I noticed that there was a bunch of little torn up pieces of paper towel scattered around the bag. Hmmm. Not two days ago, I unpacked a box that contained said roll of paper towels and noticed that IT had pretty much been torn to shreds. Looks like our little friend was ripping through paper towels and transporting them to the shoe bag where he made a nice little nest of a home in one of Brett's old tennis shoes. EEEEWWWWWW. I threw out Brett's shoes, as I wasn't even going to attempt salvaging them. Sarah took Chlorox to the bag in hopes of removing any mouse remnant.
And now, while I was doing some work on my laptop in the living room, I saw a little flash of black run behind the television. Two minutes later, I was on the phone with the Orkin people, asking if I could make an appointment for tomorrow. I didn't care if it was 10:30 at night. We purchased some big year-long service plan with them that covered any pest or rodent that comes in to our house, so I'm hoping we nail the little guy. So now, I know we probably brought the little bugger from storage to come live with us in our house when we transported all of our boxes. Argh.
In our first apartment, Brett and I had problems with mice, ground squirrels, and snakes, and even since, I've had this vendetta about getting rid of pests. They aren't meant to live in the same space as humans, and with a toddler around, I'm especially modivated to rid our house of anything small and darting. So be warned, small field mouse. Both me and the Orkin man are after you. Run while you still can.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
More words
I have to add one more word to Sophia's list of words she can say. I'm serious with this one now. We taught her how to say "Purdue." It's so neat! I'll have to get a video of that for all you Purdue fans and alum.
We're officially in
We have officially moved in to the house.
I think I'll just sit here and let that statement sink in...ah...I like the sound of it.
Last Monday was a full day. Brett, with the help of my brother-in-law, Louis, my parents, his parents, and my brother, Aaron, moved all the rest of the boxes and furniture in to the house. The place is teeming with boxes and bags that have yet to be unpacked.
Brett, Sophia and I spent our first night here last night, and it went pretty well. Sophia sort of woke up in a panic in the middle of the night because she didn't know where she was. Poor thing. We keep changing her surroundings, but at least this time, we're sticking with this place! I can't wait to unpack everything and find her nightlight. I think that will help her sleeping a lot. Brett and I kept hearing all the new creaks and moans of a new house, and we discovered that we may need to get a blackout shade for our room since the light in the front lawn (which is turned on by some neighborhood-wide sensor) shines right in to our bedroom window. We could seriously almost read at night without turning on a light in our room. Brett also never heard it, because he sleeps like a rock at night, but I think we also have a little visitor in the house. I kept hearing some small animal rustling around in the boxes and bags in our room. Ugh. We heard something out in the garage this afternoon when we were leaving for the grocery store, so hopefully whatever it is escaped our house when we left today. We just had the house sprayed for ants, so I hope I don't have to call them back and ask them for mousetraps or something.
Brett leaves for work tomorrow, and I have a bunch of things to do while he's gone. Thankfully, I will once again have a lot of help. Laurie, my sister-in-law, and Brett's mom are headed down to Noblesville tomorrow to help me unpack some more. I think I might have a friend coming over on Thursday to help some more. Sophia and I are also headed to the pediatrician tomorrow for a checkup. I'm eager to see how much she's grown in the past three months. I'll keep everyone updated!
I think I'll just sit here and let that statement sink in...ah...I like the sound of it.
Last Monday was a full day. Brett, with the help of my brother-in-law, Louis, my parents, his parents, and my brother, Aaron, moved all the rest of the boxes and furniture in to the house. The place is teeming with boxes and bags that have yet to be unpacked.
Brett, Sophia and I spent our first night here last night, and it went pretty well. Sophia sort of woke up in a panic in the middle of the night because she didn't know where she was. Poor thing. We keep changing her surroundings, but at least this time, we're sticking with this place! I can't wait to unpack everything and find her nightlight. I think that will help her sleeping a lot. Brett and I kept hearing all the new creaks and moans of a new house, and we discovered that we may need to get a blackout shade for our room since the light in the front lawn (which is turned on by some neighborhood-wide sensor) shines right in to our bedroom window. We could seriously almost read at night without turning on a light in our room. Brett also never heard it, because he sleeps like a rock at night, but I think we also have a little visitor in the house. I kept hearing some small animal rustling around in the boxes and bags in our room. Ugh. We heard something out in the garage this afternoon when we were leaving for the grocery store, so hopefully whatever it is escaped our house when we left today. We just had the house sprayed for ants, so I hope I don't have to call them back and ask them for mousetraps or something.
Brett leaves for work tomorrow, and I have a bunch of things to do while he's gone. Thankfully, I will once again have a lot of help. Laurie, my sister-in-law, and Brett's mom are headed down to Noblesville tomorrow to help me unpack some more. I think I might have a friend coming over on Thursday to help some more. Sophia and I are also headed to the pediatrician tomorrow for a checkup. I'm eager to see how much she's grown in the past three months. I'll keep everyone updated!
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
And the move goes on
Much excitement in the Musick family as of late. We have been working on the house during every spare moment. I convinced Brett that we needed to paint the entire house before we moved in, and now I'm sort of regretting it. We closed on the house on March 20, and we STILL haven't moved in. I wish the house were closer, and we didn't have to drive and hour to go work on it. If it were a little closer to Lafayette, I would be over there every day! Of course, then I would be exhausted and not want to go back to work. This prego body can only take so much physical work before it just quits.
So the walls in all the rooms have been painted, thanks to both our family's help. We couldn't have painted the place without them. The people who lived in the house before did a real terrible job of painting it, so I'm happy to cover it all up. The ceilings probably hadn't been painted since the house was built in 1998. My dad painted the ceiling of the great room, and all of a sudden the place looked 10 times brighter and newer. Amazing what paint will do. Brett and I are going to tackle trim and doors after we move in. I figure we can do a room a weekend or something. Sadly, the smallest room in the house has been the biggest project. The first day we worked on the house, I spent 6 hours in the master bathroom pealing wallpaper. After spackling and sanding about 10 times, we finally have clean, smooth walls in that little bathroom. We'll eventually paint it, but it will have to wait until boxes get moved in.
Right now, I'm waiting to hear back from an exterminator. We seem to have an ant and cockroach problem in the house. I guess that's a bit expected, since the backyard is up against the woods. We want to get everything sprayed and the carpets cleaned before moving in any furniture etc. I'm hoping we can get it taken care of this weekend or at least early next week. Fingers crossed. Being able to move in to the house would be a great Easter present.
Brett's parents painting Sophia's bedroom.
View in to the kitchen, which is now RED.
We painted the foyer, which used to have this ugly sponge-painted texture on it.
Navy blue door, which still needs another coat. We'll eventually paint the shutters to match.
Dad and Aaron painting the sunroom yellow, which used to be a red/orange color.
Mom fits perfectly on the counter to paint the wall in the kitchen.
Sophia is doing well, as always. She's getting smarter by the day, and her vocabulary seems to double every week. After a few months of constant repetition, she's finally saying "please" on a regular basis. It's honestly music to my ears! Other words she can say:
• juice
• apple
• book
• ball
• up
• down
• duck
• box
• cracker
• cheese (this is an important one since cheese is pretty much 50% of her diet now)
• cake
• body parts - eyes, ears, teeth, nose, chin, toes, knees, head, hair, hand
• brush
• bubbles (comical even when she's standing outside my shower curtain letting in all the cold air)
• bath
• shoes
• socks
• airplane (imagine that)
• light
• moon
• bird
• outside
• tree
• grass
• wash
• watch (yes, you can tell the difference between wash and watch)
• Dada
Notice that no where on that list is there "Mama." Sometimes I feel a bit like chopped liver. My daughter doesn't say Mama. Ugh. She will if you repeat it to her. Most of the time, I am just called Dada or BaBa, which sounds more like BobBob.
Sophia's sleeping habits are incredibly sporatic. I think she's training me for a newborn. Most of the time, she will wake up in the middle of the night. Brett and I have started to just go in to her room and sit down in the glider while she cries for a bit, and then we tell her to lay down and go to sleep. She sits up to check that we're still there about 20 times, but she'll eventually fall back asleep within about 15 minutes or so. We are going to engage in some serious nap and night time sleep training when we move in to the new house. I am NOT going to have two kids up regularly in the middle of the night once the next one comes along, especially when Brett is gone on his trips and not there for 3-4 nights in a row. I have a mission! If I could find my sleep training book in a box somewhere, I would definitely be reading it...
Baby #2 is growing and growing. We just went to our last doctor's checkup this past Tuesday, and everything is going swimmingly. My feeling that I had gained about 10 lbs was confirm when I stepped on the scale and gained a whopping 8 lbs, which brings the grand total to 18 lbs. Ugh. All of a sudden, I feel PREGNANT. It's harder to move around, get up and down from the floor, and even roll over in bed. I had to break out the body pillow again, which Brett isn't too thrilled about. It's like having a third person in bed with you sometimes. I took my gestational diabetes test on Tuesday too. Cross your fingers and hope that I don't fail it and have to go through the second round of testing like I did with Sophia. I still think this kid is going to be taller and bigger than Sophia was, which makes the idea of a VBAC even more looming.
I think I've convinced myself that a VBAC is the way to go for this delivery. Although I'm not looking forward to the pain of childbirth, the recovery time will be much easier and much shorter than the c-section I had with Sophia. It almost feels like I'm going through my first pregnancy again. I know what it's like to be pregnant, but I have no idea what it's like to deliver a baby. Yikes. It makes me a bit nervous. I just hope that Brett will actually be at home and not at work when I go in to labor. At my last appointment, my doc said that she doesn't like to induce VBAC patients, so I guess it's just a waiting game like every other normal pregnant woman in the world.
On another note, we found out on Tuesday that my doc is pregnant too. WONDERFUL! Guess when she's due? July 3. Guess when I'm due? July 12. Yup. So I won't be seeing my doctor for my first "real" delivery. I'm not too thrilled about that one. So I'll end up with some doctor who knows me by my name and my chart. Sigh. I know they're all trained professionals, but sheesh, why couldn't they have put me with a doctor that wasn't going to be in the hospital the same time as me?
So for now, it's working on the house, taking care of clients, taking care of Sophia, and recuperating my tired body from all the work - that's my weekly chore list, among other things. I still haven't tracked down my camera, so pictures are still from my phone.
Sophia has taken to putting on and attempting to walk in other people's shoes. Is that a sign?
As tea kettle lid makes a great hat, but it depends upon your accessories.
Bath time.
Playing with the puppies at the pet store.
She finally gave up and crashed during naptime.
"Painting" the refrigerator in the new house.
Playing with baby Joseph. Hard to think that these two differ by 10 months and about 3 lbs.
So the walls in all the rooms have been painted, thanks to both our family's help. We couldn't have painted the place without them. The people who lived in the house before did a real terrible job of painting it, so I'm happy to cover it all up. The ceilings probably hadn't been painted since the house was built in 1998. My dad painted the ceiling of the great room, and all of a sudden the place looked 10 times brighter and newer. Amazing what paint will do. Brett and I are going to tackle trim and doors after we move in. I figure we can do a room a weekend or something. Sadly, the smallest room in the house has been the biggest project. The first day we worked on the house, I spent 6 hours in the master bathroom pealing wallpaper. After spackling and sanding about 10 times, we finally have clean, smooth walls in that little bathroom. We'll eventually paint it, but it will have to wait until boxes get moved in.
Right now, I'm waiting to hear back from an exterminator. We seem to have an ant and cockroach problem in the house. I guess that's a bit expected, since the backyard is up against the woods. We want to get everything sprayed and the carpets cleaned before moving in any furniture etc. I'm hoping we can get it taken care of this weekend or at least early next week. Fingers crossed. Being able to move in to the house would be a great Easter present.
Brett's parents painting Sophia's bedroom.
View in to the kitchen, which is now RED.
We painted the foyer, which used to have this ugly sponge-painted texture on it.
Navy blue door, which still needs another coat. We'll eventually paint the shutters to match.
Dad and Aaron painting the sunroom yellow, which used to be a red/orange color.
Mom fits perfectly on the counter to paint the wall in the kitchen.
Sophia is doing well, as always. She's getting smarter by the day, and her vocabulary seems to double every week. After a few months of constant repetition, she's finally saying "please" on a regular basis. It's honestly music to my ears! Other words she can say:
• juice
• apple
• book
• ball
• up
• down
• duck
• box
• cracker
• cheese (this is an important one since cheese is pretty much 50% of her diet now)
• cake
• body parts - eyes, ears, teeth, nose, chin, toes, knees, head, hair, hand
• brush
• bubbles (comical even when she's standing outside my shower curtain letting in all the cold air)
• bath
• shoes
• socks
• airplane (imagine that)
• light
• moon
• bird
• outside
• tree
• grass
• wash
• watch (yes, you can tell the difference between wash and watch)
• Dada
Notice that no where on that list is there "Mama." Sometimes I feel a bit like chopped liver. My daughter doesn't say Mama. Ugh. She will if you repeat it to her. Most of the time, I am just called Dada or BaBa, which sounds more like BobBob.
Sophia's sleeping habits are incredibly sporatic. I think she's training me for a newborn. Most of the time, she will wake up in the middle of the night. Brett and I have started to just go in to her room and sit down in the glider while she cries for a bit, and then we tell her to lay down and go to sleep. She sits up to check that we're still there about 20 times, but she'll eventually fall back asleep within about 15 minutes or so. We are going to engage in some serious nap and night time sleep training when we move in to the new house. I am NOT going to have two kids up regularly in the middle of the night once the next one comes along, especially when Brett is gone on his trips and not there for 3-4 nights in a row. I have a mission! If I could find my sleep training book in a box somewhere, I would definitely be reading it...
Baby #2 is growing and growing. We just went to our last doctor's checkup this past Tuesday, and everything is going swimmingly. My feeling that I had gained about 10 lbs was confirm when I stepped on the scale and gained a whopping 8 lbs, which brings the grand total to 18 lbs. Ugh. All of a sudden, I feel PREGNANT. It's harder to move around, get up and down from the floor, and even roll over in bed. I had to break out the body pillow again, which Brett isn't too thrilled about. It's like having a third person in bed with you sometimes. I took my gestational diabetes test on Tuesday too. Cross your fingers and hope that I don't fail it and have to go through the second round of testing like I did with Sophia. I still think this kid is going to be taller and bigger than Sophia was, which makes the idea of a VBAC even more looming.
I think I've convinced myself that a VBAC is the way to go for this delivery. Although I'm not looking forward to the pain of childbirth, the recovery time will be much easier and much shorter than the c-section I had with Sophia. It almost feels like I'm going through my first pregnancy again. I know what it's like to be pregnant, but I have no idea what it's like to deliver a baby. Yikes. It makes me a bit nervous. I just hope that Brett will actually be at home and not at work when I go in to labor. At my last appointment, my doc said that she doesn't like to induce VBAC patients, so I guess it's just a waiting game like every other normal pregnant woman in the world.
On another note, we found out on Tuesday that my doc is pregnant too. WONDERFUL! Guess when she's due? July 3. Guess when I'm due? July 12. Yup. So I won't be seeing my doctor for my first "real" delivery. I'm not too thrilled about that one. So I'll end up with some doctor who knows me by my name and my chart. Sigh. I know they're all trained professionals, but sheesh, why couldn't they have put me with a doctor that wasn't going to be in the hospital the same time as me?
So for now, it's working on the house, taking care of clients, taking care of Sophia, and recuperating my tired body from all the work - that's my weekly chore list, among other things. I still haven't tracked down my camera, so pictures are still from my phone.
Sophia has taken to putting on and attempting to walk in other people's shoes. Is that a sign?
As tea kettle lid makes a great hat, but it depends upon your accessories.
Bath time.
Playing with the puppies at the pet store.
She finally gave up and crashed during naptime.
"Painting" the refrigerator in the new house.
Playing with baby Joseph. Hard to think that these two differ by 10 months and about 3 lbs.
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