Hoping to mirror her example here...
therefore prepare... this is super (like, super) long. Feel free to breeze through the pics instead...
Today is Monday January 27, 2013. I am 31, Pete is 33, Ashlynn 21 months, and Kenley 8 weeks.
3:30 - I think, I really don't remember. Ashlynn is up and crying out for the 3rd time. I already went in around 11:30 after putting Kenley down finally to recover her dropped bink. At that time she needed changing too. I think around 1:30 she woke up and dad went in to take care as we now have divided the duties to I take care of Kenley, he takes care of Ashlynn for night wakes. His night wakes are inconsistent, mine are not. Regardless, I'm so happy to not do both! Anyway, I think 3:30 and he's complaining about her being awake again, so I get up and go since Kenley is sleeping. I take her out of the crib, check that she's dry and go sit in the chair. I rock her and tell her I'll sing two songs and that after she has to go to sleep. She says "K". An amazing version of my tone deaf You Are My Sunshine and Twinkle Twinkle later, I put her back down, tuck her in and tell her sweet dreams. I'm right back to sleep.
5:30 - Kenley starts fussing, I pick her up before she gets too loud and start to nurse. I leave the TV on during the night on mute for light. I see that it's the news and grab my glasses to see the time. It's a few minutes after 5:30 and pick up my phone. Delete trash email, check instagram for overnight posts, and she's back to snoozing. I put her down in the PNP and roll back to sleep.
6:00 - She's making noise. I pick her up and start to nurse again. This is our deal. She's sleeps 5 hours or so through the night and then is up every half hour catching up on milk and falling asleep before she gets herself a full meal. Whatever. I'm just glad I usually get that solid chunk.
The alarm goes off and the Husband gets up. I tell him not to put my car in the garage (since he forgot last night) because the weather report says it's going to be 42! (Break out the bathing suits and sundresses!) I need to hit Target this week, so today looks like the day as it's going to be 16 tomorrow. He starts mumbling about Ashlynn having her worst night of sleep and I just go back to bed after putting Kenley back down.
6:58 - K is whining again. I go to get her again as I don't want Ashlynn waking just yet.
Today show is starting so I turn up the TV volume. I go to pick up Kenley and feels she's totally wet on the bottom. Ugh, a leak. I take off her swaddle. Worse. A blow out.
I take off her pants and put her on the changing pad. Great, a mess. it's now on the pnp sheet I just washed yesterday. Her pants. Her onesie. Her legs. My hand. I grab a sleeper from the laundry basket I hadn't folded yet and get her cleaned up. I take all the offending clothes and blankets, plus the rest of the stuff in her hamper and bring it down stairs. I yell at Penny for laying on the top of the couch, she isn't allowed on it at all, let alone on the top. And start the wash. I grab a cup of coffee - thank you dear husband for making it for me - and had back upstairs. I hit the bathroom and brush my teeth and sit down with the baby in bed.
7:12 A few sips of coffee later and K cries out one loud screech. Ashlynn pops up. Maybe coincidence, but unlikely. I check her out in the monitor to see if she's going to find her paci and hang out in the crib like she usually does. She's whimpering, "bink, bink"... there should be two in there. Now she's crying out "bink!". A last swig of coffee while it's hot and I go put my contacts in (and snap a self incriminating selfie).
I head in to get her and she's dry. I find a bink of the floor and give it too her, it's orange. "Pink bink. Pink" She's searching for the other. Somehow the pink bink has now reached the status of her Bunny and blank, I find it and she holds while sucking on the other.
She's dry and Sis is crying out so we go to see her. I decide let's hang in bed and she's content sitting next to me with her paci while I nurse K and steal a few more sips of coffee.
About five minutes in, she realizes we are watching the Today show (I'm enjoying all the Pharrel Williams Grammy hat jokes Willie is reporting from Twitter) and she requests Mickey. Time to head downstairs for breakfast and milk to distract her.
I go to the kitchen, but she pit stops in the playroom to say hi to the dogs and start playing with some toys. I see the Ergo on the floor and decide to stick Kenley in there since she is awake and I don't think she's going to be happy hanging in the bouncer while we eat breakfast.
7:50 - I get Ashlynn in her chair and give her cereal, her request after offering cereal or oats. I swap the laundry and pour another cup of coffee.
8:05 - I go to make some toast and when its done I notice there is mold on it, WTF. I throw it out and notice the Husband didn't take out the trash like I asked, so I do it. Then I message him on gchat from my phone and tell him what a terrible husband he is. Kidding. But I give him grief for not doing the few things I asked, that was only one. I also inform him he probably ate mold since he had toast before bed.
Ashlynn is playing with her milk and avoiding the cereal, but when I ask her if she's done she says no and doesn't want me to take the bowl yet. Since she isn't making a mess I leave it and start writing a to-do list. She starts counting, so I have her count my fingers. We do it a few times, so I decide to tape it.
8:35 - Longest breakfast ever. She finally started eating the cereal and now is trying to spoon up all the sugar milk. I'm chatting with husband about her birthday party. We went to a friends yesterday and now I realize I should probably start thinking about what we are doing, less about the theme, but more about location and size. Definitely plan on it being significantly smaller than her party last year.
8:42 - Playtime. Quick stop to see sissy in the swing and we go to the playroom. She just wants me to hold her, but I ask if she wants to play "Hook" (what she calls Jake and the Neverland Pirates). We pull out the Little People pirate ship and play a bit. She runs off and plays hide and seek. Or like her friend Fiona calls it, "Hide and Speak" because she does the same thing. She hides and when I'm done counting to ten, she calls out "ASH!!"
I love that kid.
I grab the laundry basket from this morning's mishap and bring it upstairs. Ashlynn comes with and runs around as I fold and put everything away in Kenley's room. I stare at her closet and think about taking out all the 0-3 as it's starting to all get snug and contemplate setting up an Instagram shop name to sell some of the that still have tags or were worn once.
9:08 - I hear Kenley fussing so we had back downstairs. I get her from the swing and Ashlynn asks for Mickey, I agree since K wants to eat.
9:36 - Mickey is over. I figure if we are doing Target this morning we should get ready now. We head upstairs and I change Kenley first. Still amazed she's fitting fine in Ashlynn's old 3-6 months clothes. Biggest baby ever.
I get Ashlynn some clothes, but she runs away when I ask her to get dressed. So I get dressed instead. I actually put on jeans, but only because all my leggings are in the hamper. I sort the pile of wash into two loads and set the one basket by the steps so I remember to take it down.
I finally get Ashlynn dressed.
9:59 - Downstairs and start the process of getting out the door. Kenley is fed and dry so I get her in her bunting and strapped into the carseat. I grab Ashlynn's coat and Uggs ("fuzzy feet") and start the car. Kisses to the inventor of the remote start.
10:08 - I buckle myself in and check the time to take this note - Boom! Did it in under 10 minutes. I'm getting good! Looking forward to spring when I don't need to get everyone in coats.
Off to Target.
10:17 - I grab a cart, stick Ashlynn in the front and buckle herg, then stick Kenley's carrier in the basket and head inside. I swing over to the starbucks and get myself a latte and some chocolate cinnamon bread. I ask the barrista for an empty espresso cup with a lid. I give this to Ashlynn so she doesn't try t grab my cup the whole trip. (And it works!) I give her a bite of the bread and tell her its cake, which it might as well be. So good. I inhale the rest of the slice while she still works on the small piece I broke off for her as we go through the aisles.
Sister is sleeping so I figure I'll take my time and enjoy being out of the house.
We spend about an hour in the store. Thankfully Ashlynn is on her best behavior being fun and cute. I her Sis starting to stir and we head to the checkout.
11:16 - Back in the car and ready to head home.
11:24 - Home.
I grab the bags and unlock the door. I go get Sis and put her in the house and then go back for Ashlynn. I get her shoes and coat and ask her to come wash hands before she insists on touching Kenley. I wash Ashlynn's hands, and my own, and then realize she need to be changed. Do her diaper and get her in the high chair with a cheese stick. Then I go get the fussy baby from the car seat and change her diaper. The dog who previously looked as content as could be, decides no, it's 11:30 and if the kid is getting a snack, well then he should be too. He starts whining loudly like a d-bag. I try to get Ashlynn to finish so I can take her up to the crib.
She finishes half her cheese and take her up to nap. Close her drapes, hit the sound machine and drop her in the crib with Bunny, Blank, and Bink. Tell her to have a good nap and close the door. I grab the monitor and the laundry basket I left by the steps and head down to get the crying baby. The dog is really whining too, so I let them both out (one by one from the mudroom door, hopefully we'll get a fence this Spring) and then I feed them.
11:45 - I sit down to nurse Kenley. Praying the dogs don't whine for attention. They know naptime is their playtime opportunity and I just want to make myself something to eat. Also realize I need to throw in the wash, unpack the Target goodies, wash the sippies, empty the coffee maker, and maybe relax a minute and open the laptop.
11:58 - Yup. Dogs driving me nuts already. K isn't asleep, but she's just hanging in the Boppy next to me on the couch. Smiling and cooing away. She smiles and coos sooo much more than Ashlynn did at this age. I remember working so hard to get a smile from Ashlynn, I only have like 20 iphone videos to prove it too.
12:24 UPS must be here to pick up our PBK return, dogs are freaking out. After getting them to follow me back to the kitchen, I decide to heat up lunch. Leftover from last night, pasta with ground turkey meat sauce with spinach and olives (Ashlynn ate it, just avoided most of the meat) I top it with shredded mozz and give the dogs ashlynn's left over cheese stick while it's cooking.
Now they are sitting at my feet as I eat my lunch and continue to type the morning of this up.
12:37 Boom. Baby sleeping in the swing. Dogs both still staring at me. Give it rest animals. I'm still eating my massive bowl of leftovers. I rationalize my likely three serving sizes by the fact I'm breastfeeding (my excuse for everything) and that I didn't have breakfast (even though I had two slices of toast and slice of starbucks bread... they don't count as a meals, so adding even more carbs now). I'm pretty sure I sustain solely on carbs and coffee.
12:39 I lied. She's awake. And starting to whimper pathetic little cries. I want to go hold her. But she starts to settle back.
1:23 I've now written up the majority of this morning and caught up on BlogLovin' posts. I'm tired myself, despite two cups of coffee and latte, and debate napping since everyone else is or going up to the freezing sunroom to sew a craft project I've been meaning to make. I really don't want to leave the baby down in the swing by herself, but I'm afraid if I bring her up she might wake and not sleep in the PNP.
1:37 Decided to stay on my butt and keep reading and commenting on some blogs. Enjoying not having a crying baby, toddler or dog. Usually one of them is interrupting this time, so today feels like a treat. Speaking of treats I realize I didn't get any Target. We are out of Oreos and cookies. The Hershey syrup is almost empty and we are out of chocolate chips. I cry on the inside.
2:04 - Girlfriend wakes up. I'm addressing envelopes for our Valentines we have been working on. As usual, she's just chilling in the crib. I usually leave her until she stands up at the end and starts makes noise. I try to finish the envelopes.
2:27 - She's standing now. I go swap the laundry to the dryer and head up to get her. Littles is squirming a bit in the swing, so she'll probably be waking soon too.
2:36 - Hello, baby! I get Ashlynn from the crib and change her diaper. We stop over in the sunroom (which is FREEZING- it's over the garage), and I layout some felt hearts I'm planning on making a garland with. Of course, Ashlynn tries to "help" by picking them all up after I lay them down. I realize I can easily get it to the length I want and we leave since it's so cold in there. Time for lunch.
2:45 - Once downstairs first stop is to see Sis. Ashlynn always has to see her upon waking. I try to get her away before she wakes her and offer her yogurt for lunch.
3:26 - I read Ashlynn the Little Mermaid book I gave her last week, it's the new favorite. Baby wakes, I get her changed and head to the chair in the playroom to feed her and encourage Ashlynn to play by herself. She spends the time climbing on me and getting in the chair. When I'm done, I stick K in the bouncer and run out and get the mail. Ashlynn watches from the storm door and laughs every time I turn around and make a face. I change her when I get back in and turn on the Bose and we dance around as I try to soothe K since she was fussing sitting by herself.
4:13 - K settled a bit so I try giving her some tummy time. Ashlynn is playing with her trucks and finger puppets. I call the pediatrician to find out when Kenley's 2 month appointment is since I need to find out if Pete can watch Ashlynn or if I need to call my SMIL. Ashlynn is now playing with stickers.
4:50 - Ashlynn runs to the family room and requests Mickey. I agree and relatch Kenley who is just using me as a pacifier.
5:26 - I get Ashlynn's dinner ready, (frozen) tortellini with sauted spinach. I give her a cup of peaches while she waits and she's not having it. She's clearly starving and being bratty because of it. Dinner is done. I pull everything out to make Pad Thai for us while she eats. I clean the pot and pan I used for A's dinner and Kenley is crying from the family room. I quit the dishes and get her. I'm pacing and bouncing while talking to Ashlynn about her dinner to keep her focused from playing or feeding the dogs while my back is turned.
6:13 - I call the Husband. Going to be late, but will be home around 6:30 to do her bath. We also realize neither of us want dinner, so I put everything back. I'm shocked that Ashlynn is totally content playing without any interference from me. I'm usually asked to make a ball or pancake within two minutes of play-doh time. I load up the dishwasher and turn it on.
Oh, and I picked up the baby again at some point.
6:30 - Dad walks in. I clean up the play-doh and he shows me the Girl Scout cookies he brought home from work. PB Sandwiches and Thanks-a-Lots, it's no camarel delites or tag-a-longs, but they were free so I'll eat them! He takes Ashlynn up for her bath and I get Kenley back out of the Rock N Play because you guessed it, she's crying out.
Gas. Gas is the culprit this time. I bounce her against my shoulder while trying to pick up the playroom. I sit down on the couch and turn on the news. She's calm resting in my lap, but still seems bothered. I try to call my mom since I want to talk before bedtime routine is finished for the two upstairs and the baby starts up again. She doesn't answer.
I remember I DVR'd the Grammy's so I turn it on to see this Beyonce performance everyone is talking about. I agree with the outraged parents, way inappropriate for 8pm on network television. I always watched awards shows with my mom growing up. I would have been furious if I was watching her "grinding up on that wood" with a 9 year old. Terrible song choice too. You're better than that Queen Bey.
7:40 - P is done with Ashlynn. I'm now bouncing K who's laying against my knees. I'm catching up on blogs and scrolling through FB. He leaves to walk the dogs and trying to think what I can eat quickly that isnt cereal.
8:00 - We turn on How I Met Your Mother and I get up at a commercial to make some Cream of Wheat. Pete is holding Kenley and she starts crying, loudly. I go over and take her back. She's really going and nothing is getting her to calm down. I lay her in my arms and get ready to pacify her the best way I know how and instead she projectiles. All. Over.
I'm covered. She's covered. The couch was hit. Pete jumps up and gets some towels. I bring her to the changing pad on the table and get her undressed and send Pete for another sleeper. I get her cleaned up and then strip down myself and ask him to throw the clothes and towels in the wash.
She's finally feeling better, but of course is rooting. Um no kid. I tell her she needs to wait an hour.
8:44 - Thank god for DVR, we rewind the show and start over and I grab my cold food from the microwave.
8:57 - I give in on waiting an hour. I nurse her a little at a time and she seems pretty happy, finally stopped crying. Looks like no Two Under Two post for this week, I'll just post some pictures instead.
9:11 - I turn on the Grammy's Fashion Police episode and wait for the child to fall asleep so I can make some cocoa and eat more girl scout cookies.
10:55 - I finally make it upstairs and she wakes as I swaddle her, I give her one quick nursing session to top her off and she passed out. I follow suit, good night!