Her Feelings Prior to Arrival

The common question asked while I was pregnant with Lukas was, “So what does Sophia think about being a big sister?” I wasn’t entirely sure Sophia fully grasped the concept of what a baby really was and that one would be living with us. Anytime I told her about babies or that we were buying things for the baby that was coming she had no reaction except to later point to the same items and repeat, “that’s for the baby” as if that was the term for the item.

The only time I felt she knew what was going on was one day I was looking up the important numbers for the hospital in the pamphlet they gave on my first prenatal appointment. On the cover was a picture of a baby and when Sophia saw it she repeatedly hit the picture saying, “No baby! No baby! No baby!” Yeah, it didn’t look good.

Lukas on his birthday

Picture taken 1/12/2011 Lukas on his birthday. :)

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Box of Tips

“Ah momma, ah get in da box?”
“You want to get in the box?”
“Yes! Yes, yes. Sophias get in green box.”
I ponder it for a moment, “Ok, but let me get my camera first.” They used to call these Kodak moments. Now that it’s all digital I don’t know what to call them.
who needs actual toys?

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New Green House

We took possession of our new house at the end of October but because we wanted to replace the flooring prior to moving in we continued to live in the old house until the Monday after Christmas. Yep, we waited until after the baby was born and after opening a bunch of Christmas presents. Part of packing up the house included taking down a Christmas tree. It’s like we enjoy causing ourselves more work and pain.

I worried a lot about Sophia and the transition to a new house. Kurt and I talked about what we would do if she had a hard time sleeping in her new room. He suggested letting her sleep with us, but I didn’t want to start on that slippery slope. We never really came to a solid consensus. I guess it’s a good thing there was no need.

We brought Sophia with us every time we went to the new house to do things like tear up the old carpet and clean the bathrooms of the house that stood vacant for about a year. We kept a few toys for her at the new house and she quickly became comfortable enough there that Kurt and I could be upstairs working while she played downstairs. We told her often that this would be our new house and showed her which room would be hers. At first we planned on hers being the smaller of the two kid’s rooms so that a spare bed could be set up in the nursery. When Kurt showed her the small room she looked in the other room and said, “No, this one,” pointing at the larger one. We revised our plans since even the smallest room could easily accommodate a crib and queen sized bed. We planned that the big room would be hers in two years anyway. The first-born always gets the bigger room.

On Sunday December 26th we had a couple friends come over and help us pack the entire house up before the movers came on Monday morning. We explained to her that we would be taking all of our things, everything, to the new house. Sophia was fine with all the packing until was bedtime and she saw that someone had snuck in and packed her stuff while she played in the living room. You could see the shock on her face. The part that really upset her was that her bed was taken apart and she had to sleep on her mattress on the floor. “No take apart! Fix it bed,” she cried.

The movers showed up bright and early and Little Miss Meltdown didn’t want to get dressed. I knew seeing strangers take our stuff and put it in a vehicle that wasn’t ours would be tough for Sophia so we packed up the kids as quickly as possible and I sat in the new house with them for the few hours it took the guys to load. It went fast and I think once Sophia saw our things arrive and placed in the new house she relaxed. Kurt put her bed together first. The first night went without a hitch.

I still use the same grocery store that I did while living at the old house and a couple weeks ago I went shopping with Sophia. On the way home I took a route that lead us right past the entrance of the old neighborhood and from the back seat I heard, “No old house! New Green House!”

New Green House

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Two-month Heavyweight Weigh In

At three days old, Kurt took off his watch and put it right in front of Lukas’ face and Lukas not only followed with his eyes but also actually turned his head a little to follow the path of the watch. Kurt’s mother stayed with us for two weeks after Lukas was born and he amazed her with how well he held his head up when only a few days old. We even caught him making sounds that bore a striking resemblance to laughing in those few days.

Lukas smiles when he sees me, although he’s probably just thinking, “Lunch has arrived!” The other day I was talking to Lukas and I swear the boy really laughs already. He grinned and made a small laughing like sound. It was like he was thinking, “That’s funny, my food is talking to me.” He pretty much has a one-track mind. Food. You can tell this by the boy’s rolls. Dude has rolls on his rolls.

Mr. Man two-months old

see, I fitbig smile from the big girlflick

Lukas measured nineteen inches at birth and weight in at nine pounds and two ounces. At his one week appointment he was already well on his way to gaining back any weight he has lost after birth. He weigh nine pounds and the nurse measured him at twenty-one and a half inches. Obviously he didn’t grow two and a half inches in one week. The nurse said that the length/height is all an estimate until the child is about five years old, but with her method of measurement, I’m thinking twenty-one and a half inches is more accurate. Instead of laying a measuring tape next to the wriggling baby, she marks the paper on the patient bed at the top of the head and then stretches the little kicking legs out and marks the paper at the bottom of the feet taking the measurement between lines.

Before going to Lukas’ two-week appointment, Kurt and I guessed The Boy’s weight and went by The Price Is Right rules, highest guess that does not go over, to determine the winner. Kurt guessed ten pounds four ounces and I guessed ten pounds eleven ounces. I lost. I was half an ounce over. Boy weighed in at ten pounds ten and a half ounces. He measured twenty-two inches at that appointment.

On December thirtieth we took the boy in for an unscheduled appointment. It’s very common for breastfed babies to develop breast buds because of the hormones in the milk, and I knew this. What I didn’t know was that those buds would actually feel like solid lumps. The bigger concern however was that one lump was a little smaller than a dime and the other side was about the size of a quarter. My boy had lopsided man-boobs. The doctor said the unevenness was unusual but that there weren’t any signs of infection so he should be fine. He told us to watch for redness and warmth, basically to watch for signs of infection. The booby buds went down completely after about a week. There is no need for a manzier yet. At that appointment Mr. Man weighed in at eleven pounds four ounces and a half ounces.

At his two-month appointment yesterday, Lukas was in the seventy-fifth percentile across the board. He weighed in at thirteen pounds and eleven and a half ounces. He is twenty-four inches long and his head circumference is fifteen and three quarters. He did really well with the shots. He only cried briefly after each one. They hit him with force in the evening though. He woke screaming from a sound sleep and it was tough calming him down. He looked a lot like Sophia did after her shots only bigger and with less hair.

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Phone Calls, The Timing is Just Off

I just received a call from, “Rhonda from boot camp”. I was confused. I don’t remember any Rhondas in boot camp, and how the hell would she get my cellphone number anyway? Then she clarified “boot camp” – an exercise thing I’m considering. Of course right as she calls Sophia spills chocolate milk on her shirt and is freaking out so I can barely hear the woman over, “Momma new shirt! New shirt momma!”

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Supper Daddy Fix it All

My mother gave Sophia a cooking set for Christmas. It was meant for ages eight and over (stated on the box) because of the porcelain tea set that it came with. Usually Sophia is very careful with things so I didn’t think the intended age thing would be a factor. I was wrong. She broke a dish. I heard it slam on the floor and then immediately after, “Momma broken. Momma broken. Momma broken.” I told her to put it on the counter and daddy would fix it when he got home…eerr after he finds the super glue.

pink porcelain plate

The next day, she was at the kitchen table playing with some silly bands she got in her gift bag at one of the many birthdays we attended. She stretched one of them it to the limit and it broke. I was nearby doing dishes and watched her get up and place it on the counter next to the still broken plate, “Daddy fix it.” She’s so stinkin’ cute.

yellow tweety silly band

I’m wondering if these breaks have to do with her strong curiosity for what is inside things. She’ll often hand me plastic toys that are molded into just one piece, but of different colors, and ask me to take it apart. She simply won’t give up asking no matter how many times I tell her, “Honey that’s just one piece. It’s not supposed to come apart.”

Yesterday her curiosity made me fear that daddy will soon have to become a lot more handy that merely a super glue wielding expert. For our new house, instead of a unit with the freezer on the bottom, we picked out a side-by-side refrigerator. For the first time Sophia can reach her own things, so she has started opening it on her own to retrieve or put her cup of milk away. It made me nervous when I saw her watching the door very intently as she closed it slowing and mentally making note of the point at which it seems to close on it’s own.

I know what you’re thinking, and I’m certain she wasn’t trying to see if the light goes off or not. I’m pretty sure that mystery has been solved for her. Months ago she discovered the button the car door hits as it closes which turns off the dome light. It’s part of her get-in-the-car routine to press that button several times before getting in. I think she presses it several extra times if it’s raining just so it annoys me more. Stinker.

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Literary Girl’s Fish Smarts

One of the books that Sophia has had me read several times in a row at bedtime is “A Fish Out Of Water” by Helen Palmer. In the book, a boy buys a fish and is instructed by the store owner to never feed the fish too much, “When you feed a fish, never feed him a lot. So much and no more! Never more than a spot, or something may happen!” The boy winds up feeding the fish too much and the fish keeps outgrowing the various bowls and pots the boy uses to contain him. After the fish outgrows a swimming pool, the boy calls the store owner to help him.

Yesterday morning I was downstairs in the gliding/rocking chair with my feet up on the matching autumn nursing Lukas. Sophia was busy buckling her blue sock monkey in Lukas’ swing just in front of me when she told me, “Momma, no Lukas in swing.”

“I won’t put Lukas in the swing. I’m feeding him.”

“Momma, feed Lukas.” She said. Then she added, “So much no more!”

Maybe I should stop talking about how big the boy is. I shouldn’t routinely point out that he has rolls everywhere, and I should probably skip the part about even his rolls have rolls.

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Family Frat House

It’s been a while since I was last puked on. I’m still not entirely sure if last night’s puke wasn’t just a lot of spit up or if it was actually vomit. It did smell off, but then again everything that comes out of The Boy smells. Not that Sophia’s diapers smelled like roses but MYGOD they never smelled as bad as his do while her sustenance was entirely breast milk. Anyway, his spewing of milk reminded me uncivilized it is around here.

Sophia runs around telling me about her belches and farts because it is of course encouraged by Kurt, so after some form of gas escapes she tells me, “Big be-woo-ch” (big belch) or “witt-oh fah-wt” (little fart). Lukas is frequently seen lying around the house after staying up all night.
passed out
tummy time crashed

And sometimes there is evidence of heavy drinking involved…
sweet dreams
milk face

I have to admit though; the kids aren’t the only unrefined ones. Lately my shirts have been coming up for more than a Flash Friday. Sorry but there are no photos and no scheduled public viewings. It’s only by demand of the boss.

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Observations of Exhibit A

Yesterday was my six-week postpartum appointment. I arrived with the kids and as I was checking in Kurt came in. That is when Sophia began to act as if I had fed her a bag of sugar for lunch along with a triple shot latte just for fun. Is my three-year-old the only one that, as a form of conversation, points out the stupidly obvious? And I don’t mean, “Apple red”, which is how Sophia talks. She can and will use more than two-word phrases/sentences, but that is still her typical way of speaking. But I digress. What I mean by the painfully obvious is, “momma, momma”, she either confuses her words or forgets whose attention she is seeking, “Daddy, that one’s momma”. She says pointing to me.

“Yes, we’ve met.” Kurt says, “At least a couple of times.”

Proof of our having met each other can be seen in exhibit A:
Sophia

And exhibit B:
exhibit B

After I checked in Sophia wanted me to sit in the kid area with the rest of our family. I sat by Kurt and gave a nod, “Hi.”

“Hi,” he answered back and extended his hand, “I’m daddy.”

“I’m mommy,” I said shaking his hand. We’re fucking goofballs.

Speaking of exhibit A…when Sophia begins to pester us for a puppy or other pet of her own I will be using the following picture as reason number one why the answer will be no.
puppy stew

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