Posts Tagged ‘Caroline’

My Week(194) in iPhone Photos

Sunday, July 20th, 2014

I hate everything.

I’m still pregnant. I haven’t managed to shake the baby even the littlest bit loose since before my due date, so we’re waiting it out a bit longer. The good news is E’s departure date keeps getting pushed back so he’s not going to miss the birth – he still might have to do a mad dash to the hospital to get there but he shouldn’t be At Sea.

The other good news is my house has never been so clean and well organized, since my poor mother has been trying to keep busy instead of just sitting on the couch staring, waiting for me to pop.

Sunday:

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Mommy I’m a walrus! A turkey walrus!

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Obsessed with the new bathmat

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The kids are enjoying the clean, newly made-over bathroom too

Monday:

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I want to buy everything too, buddy

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Princess Grumpypants

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Well, that explains the grumpy pants

Tuesday:

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Ikea is fun for everyone

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Making herself at home (more Ikea)

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Bedtime stories

Wednesday:

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Bounce house center smiles

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I’M MAKING POOR CHOICES smiles

Thursday:

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Finishing up errands I NEVER thought I would get done before the baby came

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OK MY TOES LOOK NICE I CAN GIVE BIRTH

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Evening aquarium visit

Friday:

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3.5 hours in L&D for tests, NO BABY

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To the pond for some fish-catching (we caught no fish)

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I enjoy sunsets and long walks on the curb trying to get the baby to FALL OUT

Saturday:

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Infant seats are useful, even without an infant

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Trapped in my seat by bins of baby clothes that are ALL ORGANIZED now

We actually did even more stuff not pictured. As much as I want to just crawl into bed and sulk until I have a baby, doing stuff is better for me and the kids and my very patient mother. Although I’m starting to lose any semblance of motivation and the bed-crawling thing is looking better and better.

Since I’m NOT having a baby I’ve been editing photos and might actually have some non-iPhone posts up. UNLESS I AM IN LABOR RIGHT NOW IS THAT A CONTRACTION? (No.)

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My Week(193) in iPhone Photos

Sunday, July 13th, 2014

Since I currently can’t see my own feet, I took a lot of pictures of other people’s feet. And food.

Still pregnant.

Sunday:

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Toys on the porch are more fun than toys in the house

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Cuddles. Very grainy cuddles.

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NOBODY MOVE, THEY’RE QUIET AND HAPPY.

Monday:

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Swim lessons are the best day of the week

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The royal family

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Hey look, there are my feet!

Tuesday:

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Outside is much more interesting than another non-stress test.

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Dog feets

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FACE SAYS HELLO

Wednesday:

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Om nom nom nom watermelon

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Om nom nom nom frozen yogurt

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Eggplant parm made by a princess

Thursday:

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TRAPPED IN A GLASS BOX OF EMOTION

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You’re so vain, you’ll sit on the floor of the grocery store to look at yourself in a mirror

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Mormor is an excellent bedtime reader

Friday:

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SAND. SAND EVERYWHERE.

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Fish

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Mermaid

Saturday:

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Oh no, where did Caroline go?

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Frozen watermelon = even better than regular watermelon

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Daddy feet! We haven’t seen those in a while.

Next doctor’s appointment is Tuesday. I’m going to sit on the table pantsless and refuse to leave until they get this baby out – or at least until they have a REAL PLAN to get it out in the very near future.

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Don’t Forget

Wednesday, July 9th, 2014

Evan is 5 years and 3 months old.

He refuses to let me cut his hair, even though it is getting long and shaggy and gets stuck in his goggles when he tries to swim. Swimming is the only sport or activity he wants to be signed up for, although he said in the fall he’d like to try football.

Evan loves cereal more than any other food. He would rather eat cereal than ice cream or candy or soda or anything else. Sometimes it’s understandable (who doesn’t love Lucky Charms?) but sometimes it’s something really random, like Honey Bunches of Oats. This week it was Cinnamon Toast Crunch, which he had never actually eaten before but INSISTED I buy at the grocery store. He ate 4 bowls between noon and bedtime.

He is a really good helper and will try to do anything you ask, even if he’s not physically capable of doing it. But he is willing to TRY and then ask for help if he needs it. It’s such an amazing grown up skill that even a lot of real grown ups struggle with.

If you ask him to describe himself, he’ll say he’s a ginger and he’s brave.

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Caroline is 3 years and 7 months old.

She thinks all “3″s and “C”s belong to her personally, so when she sees them on signs or in stores she wants to take them home.

All of her toys have basically the same name. Her toy horse is called Horse. Her zebra is named Zebra-Zeeb. A stuffed duck is named Ducky Duck Duck. The only exceptions are her two baby dolls, who are named Baby Memba and Baby Jesus. Obviously.

Caroline calls herself a “curly girl” because people are always commenting on her beautiful hair. Then she finger-twirls her curls because she’s in an invisible contest for the cutest child ever.

Today she told me that “duplicate” is when there is more than one of you, like when you look in the mirror.

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Both children have no fear or strangers or people. They will ask to be friends with anyone and get sad when their “new friends” (aka the girl they met in the waiting room, the bagger at the grocery store, a random guy who held the door at the mall) leave.

They ate 3/4 of a watermelon today. A real full size watermelon.

They are best friends. They often try to kill each other. I hope nothing changes.

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My Week(192) in iPhone Photos

Sunday, July 6th, 2014

This week is simply called: Still Pregnant.

Sunday:

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Who can possibly feel that depressed in the shoe aisle at Target?

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She’s a fish

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At least it makes a good shelf for dessert?

Monday:

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More fish-like behavior

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Fort time

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Naps

Tuesday:

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I woke up and was STILL PREGNANT

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The princess accompanied me to my growth ultrasound

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Summer means letting them stay up until they ask to go to bed

Wednesday:

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When it is too hot to do ANYTHING, buckets of water on the porch are good enough

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My hero

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Maybe some day I’ll need some baby clothes

Thursday:

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It’s was a little humid

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That drink is 150% sugar.

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Showing off her floating skills

Friday:

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That is not the baby I was hoping would appear while I was at L&D

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I made a giant pasta salad that no one else in my family eats. I am a selfish pregnant lady.

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My cat says: For real, are you ever going to have that kid?

Saturday:

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I LOVE MY BEAR MOMMY!

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It was a really long, really hot week and by the end she wasn’t super excited about the fireworks

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Obligatory blurry firework picture to prove we made the effort to go see them.

It took like 20 minutes to put that together and I am STILL pregnant. In case you were wondering.

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Dance Mom

Tuesday, July 1st, 2014

Caroline had her first ballet recital on Friday night. She’s taken 13 weeks of classes and she’s only three and half, which means about 75% of the performance was her staring into the wings to watch the teacher and 25% was her screaming the words to “Deep In The Heart Of Texas” with a giant, dramatic point at the audience for every “Texas!!!!!!!”

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That was pretty standard for the entire class, although there were a couple of girls who you can imagine on So You Think You Can Dance in 15 years (or whatever the 2030 equivalent is – So You Managed ┬áTo Not Let Technology and Common Core Ruin Your Life And Are Capable Of Expressing Emotion With Your Movement Directly Into Our Brains??). They’ll say things like “I’ve always loved being on the stage” and “I can just feel the music and connect with it naturally.”

Caroline will probably not be that girl. I mean, this is a really early prediction and far be it from me to crush her dreams in any way and if she wanted to spend the next decade in dance classes I will be NOTHING but supportive. But I do not thing dance is going to be her thing.

Dress rehearsal was…long. And a little stressful. The class is through a local town’s parks & rec department but the instructor REALLY wants the kids to do a good job so she can be capital-I Intense. There may have been some yelling because the 3 year olds didn’t have the laces on their ballet shoes tucked in. There was some public scolding about an improper hair clip. The teacher is basically a SAINT for dealing with. like, 100 kids whose parents don’t care enough to pay for fancy dance but want a recital anyway, but even saints lose their shit a little bit right before curtain.

By the end of rehearsal, when all Caroline had left to do was the Hokey Pokey with the rest of the little kid classes, she lost it. She was the kid – the only kid – who ran off stage crying that she wanted her mommy and didn’t like dance anymore. I left Evan to misbehave in the audience while I tried to coax Caroline back on stage.

When I say “coax”, I mean I tried every single thing I could think of that didn’t involve physically dragging her on stage and leaving her there. I told her she needed to be a big girl. I told her she could quit if she wanted to and we could go home. I told her she was being ridiculous. I promised her ice cream if she would JUST STOP freaking out. I told her everyone got scared before they went on stage and it was totally OK and I loved her no matter what. I told her dancing was FUN and she LOVED dancing and why didn’t she want to do some FUN DANCING on the stage?

I don’t really know what my parenting style might be called, but it is definitely not “consistent”. I have no idea what I am doing.

The next night, before the actual performance, she threw a fit again. I was supposed to drop her off with her class back stage but every time I tried to leave her eyes filled with tears. There was an incident with her hair bow (apparently it was on the wrong side and needed to be moved despite the fact that no one had EVER said ANYTHING about WHICH SIDE it needed to be on before WHATEVER I DON’T CARE) and she started crying again. I went back to comfort her (mistake!) and she started the clinging/crying/yet insisting she DID want to dance cycle all over.

I left. I sat in the audience with all my crossables crossed that she at least WENT on stage, even if she just stood there.

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And she did great! Once she was out on the stage under the lights she performed and hammed it up and blew kisses. She loved the applause and the cheering and being the center of attention. She did both routines as perfectly as I could have hoped from a 3 year old. It was adorable.

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But even though it ended well, I’m not sure how I feel about signing her for more classes. I don’t want to be the mom who pushes her kid to perform when she doesn’t want to. I didn’t like snapping at her not to mess up her hair or smush her skirt. I am embarrassed that I was embarrassed when she was upset and even though she knows I am SO proud of her I don’t want her to feel disappointed in herself if she messes up. I loved dance class when I was a kid but never really loved the recital part. To this day I have that nightmare where you show up backstage and realize you have NO idea how the routine goes.

I am probably (definitely) overthinking this. Caroline is 3. If she says she wants to take ballet again in the fall, she can take ballet again in the fall. If she DOESN’T want to do the recital next June, she doesn’t have to do the recital. I do not have to have a philosophical discussion with myself over Intro Ballet or Beginner Tap and whether or not I am turning into a crazy Dance Mom after ONE recital. If you ask Caroline right now if she liked performing she will say “YES!” and shout at you about the stars at night and their largeness and brightness. That’s really what matters. But I think I learned something about myself and my parenting I am not sure I’m totally sure I like what I learned.

Let’s ignore my poor parenting and just squee over how adorable my daughter is instead.

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Adorable cowgirl themed finale costume handmade by me…HAHAHAHAHA NO, I bought it on Etsy. I could have tried to find her some jeans and a bandanna but this was easier to do from the couch.

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