Me: K is so much more tiring to take care of than M was at that age…
My mom: No, it’s the same, you just never felt it because you were working.
For the first two and a half years of M’s life, I was a working mom. I’d leave before M wakes up in the morning, and Hubby would bring M at home right before dinner in the afternoon.
For about 10 hours a day, she’d be with a grandparent.
I didn’t know how tiring she truly could be.
Now, I stay home all day. I get the kids 24/7. They are tiring. K is tiring. K is nonstop running, climbing, jumping, exploring… she’s always got an agenda.. she’s always got something to do.
I didn’t experience it much with M. The only times I’d get to stay home with her were on weekends, holidays, vacations or sick days. I didn’t feel so tired chasing after her because I felt like I rarely got to do it. I always felt I was missing out by being at work, so I took full advantage of my time with M.
So is K really more tiring than M? Or is it just that I’m around more to deal with a very active toddler than I was when M was this age?
I try not to think about it because then the ‘mommy guilt’ kicks in about how I didn’t feel I was around much for M when she was younger…
Let’s not go there..
I like listening to podcasts.
I used to have more time while I was a working mom. I’d listen to them while at my desk or while in the lab. I would be able to go through so many podcast episodes in one day.
Because of this, I was able to be hooked on several different podcasts.
Now, because my time is limited, I am only limited to two podcast series.
Serial – I was completely addicted to the first season. I just seem to get into the second season, but I’m still subscribed to it. I’m hoping the third season might make me want to listen again.
Gilmore Guys – So I’m binge-watching Gilmore Girls on Netflix in preparation for the new Gilmore Girls mini-series coming soon, but that’s another blog post for another time. I have this thing about having to listen to a podcast from Episode 1 and these early episodes are pretty scatter-brained and all over the place. However, I’m pushing on, and hoping that the podcast gets better because I love the Gilmore Girls and I love listening to podcasts that dissect television shows.
Any other podcasts I should try?
Leave me suggestions in the comments!
Earlier this week, we put a hummingbird feeder up in our backyard.
It’s the most entertaining thing we’ve put up in a long time.
We purchased the feeder at the Home Depot. It was one of the cheaper ones they sold because we weren’t even sure if we would attract any hummingbirds.
This feeder did not come with it’s own food so I looked up several recipes on Pinterest. Each one had the same ratio of water to sugar.
1/4 cup of sugar
1 cup of waterBoil until dissolved
Some recipes asked to add a few drops of red food coloring. There were several pins that stated that the red food coloring was bad for the birds and that they would be attracted enough by the red plastic on the feeder. So I decided to omit the red food coloring.
Once I filled up the feeder with the nectar, Hubby hung the feeder up in the backyard.
M was very excited to finally see the feeder up.
I told her that she needed to be patient. Hummingbirds didn’t know that the feeder was there and that it might take awhile before we start to see some.
I was wrong. Within two hours of the feeder being up, we started getting hummingbirds. It was amazing.
Since then, we’ve gotten a steady flow of hummingbirds coming to feed.
It’s been great dinner entertainment. M gets so excited to see the hummingbirds feed. It’s really so much fun to watch.
M tells me that I make the best nectar in all the neighborhood.
I like to believe that’s true.
I love my girls. I love having two girls. The sister bond is something that is totally indescribable and I love watching them grow up together.
Having two girls was also very cost effective. The hand me downs, the pink items that don’t need to be purchased again… everything about having two girls was just great.
I have to be honest and say that I get a little twitch in my gut when I hear about someone having a second baby that is the opposite sex as their first child.
When I hear about someone having “one of each,” I can’t help but feel a little punch to the gut.
It’s not sad. I’m definitely not sad about it.
I’ll probably never know what it’s like to raise a son. I feel like I’m missing out a little bit. That’s all.
This is a perfectly normal feeling, right?
Disclaimer: The items featured in this ‘Shopping small’ post are purchased by me. I am not sponsored by the store featured.
I love to color.
I’ve recently discovered my love for Traveler’s Notebooks.
Combine the two and, “Poof!” Yellow Paper House adult coloring books.
Yellow Paper House is an Etsy shop that specializes in various inserts for the Traveler’s Notebook system. Visit the shop here for the full selection of items they offer.
Purchasing these coloring books were the first purchase I have ever made with this shop and I’m in love.
They offer three volumes of coloring books, but I decided to only get two because I wasn’t really into the third volume. However, after getting through the first volume and working on the second, I’m definitely feeling the urge to purchase the third.
The paper quality is AMAZING! I am currently using the Crayola Fine Line Markers to color in the book and there is NO bleed through or shadowing. It’s amazing! I’ll be posting photos of my colored pages in a future blog post about adult coloring.
For now, here are two examples of coloring pages that these books have to offer.
This is from the Volume One coloring book. Simple patterns. Fun images. I love it!
I’m super excited to finally get into this book. The patterns look so fun. I could see myself getting lost in the pages and enjoying the coloring process.
If there are any other small/handmade shops you’d like me to check out, please leave a comment below. If I feel like it’s a good fit for myself and this blog, I’d gladly purchase an item and leave a review.
The girls love Legoland.
We have passes, so we try to go as often as we can. That usually means we visit the parks about once a month.
This past visit was a special visit because it made me very aware of how much the girls are growing up.
For the longest time, K’s visits to Legoland were pretty uneventful. She’d spend most of her time in the stroller or in someone’s arms. She never really walked around. She was content with simply people watching.
This time, she was old enough to want to get more involved in the visit. She walked around a lot more. She ran around and played with the Lego toys. She sat by the stage to watch the Lego Friends musical show. She thoroughly enjoyed her trip to the aquarium.
M has spent most of her visits playing around with Legos and watching almost every showing of the Lego Friends musical. When weather permits, she’d spend the rest of the visit at the water park. She would enjoy all the hands-on experiences that Legoland offers.
This time, she was old enough to enjoy Mini-land. All the different city displays created out of Legos finally caught her eye. She loved running around to the different displays and catching all the tiny details. She was in awe and I finally saw how mature she was becoming.
I enjoy watching my girls grow up. I enjoy watching their interests change. I enjoy watching how mature they are becoming. I enjoy seeing them change.
It’s interesting to watch how their interactions with Legoland are affected as they get older…
I love parenthood.
After dropping off M at school one day, K and I decided to do a Michael’s run. I had a couple of items I needed to buy for an order and the morning was the perfect time to do so.
K was not up to it at all. She wanted out of the shopping cart. She wanted to walk around on her own.
I had to shop. I had to listen to the whining that turned into crying, that almost turned into screaming.
Thank God for the woman that was in line before me. Having been through this phase in motherhood, she understood that K was probably not going to last much longer and let me make my purchase before her.
By the time, we were done and on our way out of the store, K was practically in tears. The screaming hadn’t started yet. It was more her ‘pity cry’ than her “i’m mad, get me out of here NOW” cry.
I took her out of the shopping cart, put the items into the car, and right as I was going to put her into the carseat, she holds me tighter.
She obviously didn’t want to get strapped down into another seat again.
With time to kill, I let her hold me. I held her back, I squeezed her tight. I comforted her.
We stood in the parking lot, holding each other and I was swaying back and forth. We were dancing in the parking lot.
It was all she needed.
It was a pretty hectic morning. It had been a pretty hectic few days. All she wanted was to slow down and take a break.
She just wanted hugs. She just wanted comfort.
We danced in the parking lot for about 10-15 minutes. Eventually her hold on my relaxed. We played a bit with her in my arms. We laughed. I talked, she babbled.
When it came time to finally put her back into the carseat, she was fine. She let me strap her in. She didn’t fuss. She didn’t complain. Everything was pleasant again.
In the middle of all the chaos that is our day to day lives, it’s hard to remember to just slow down and take a break.
Thanks, K. Lesson learned.