Someday (hopefully soon) when we move from this tiny apartment, I’ll miss this view. I watch the sun set almost every night and it never gets old. I’m looking my hardest for a new place to live, but I have to admit, I have a pretty amazing view from my window. (And I’ll miss Kohl’s too!)
Do you think he’s a little big for this tiny crib? I do. But I have no where else to put him. He better not grow any more! I could break out the pack ’n play or even the big crib, but I don’t know where I would find room for either one of those. Maybe in London’s room? Maybe if he was actually sleeping through the night, but I’m not willing to put up with two kids awake in the middle of the night. I think it’s definitely time for a new house. Now if only one of our millions of offers would be accepted…
London started pre-school last Monday. I can’t believe my little girl is old enough for that already! Sometimes it makes me nervous. Part of me just wants to keep her at home with me all the time. Then she throws a fit and I’m definitely okay with sending her away to school. The pre-school we’re doing is through adult education. Because of this, the parent is very involved. It’s really a parenting class with the pre-school as a bonus. London goes three times a week for three hours each day. I can drop her off and leave one of those three days. The other two days, I have to work. One day I work in the classroom. The other day I volunteer at the elementary school where the pre-school is held. I think it will be a good transitional program for us. It will help us get used to having her in school, but I also get to be a part of that.
London is so excited about school. We picked out her outfit the night before her first day. When she put it on she said, “Look at me. I look like a school girl!” Then the next time she went to school, she wanted to wear the same thing because that was her school girl outfit. She has a great time there and I think she’s really well-behaved when I’m not around. It’s a little more difficult for her to listen to me than it is for her to listen to her teacher. I’m excited for all of the new things she’ll learn. So is she.
Ashton is five months old today. Sometimes I can’t believe how the time has flown and other times I can’t remember life without him. In the last couple of weeks he has gotten so much bigger. Especially his head. I guess he’s growing a big brain in there. London had a big head too and she’s the smartest almost-four-year-old I know. Anyway, since the little guy seems to always be hungry, I thought it would be appropriate to start him on some solid foods. He’s a pretty messy eater. I’ve given up on keeping him dressed while he eats. Now he gets to sit in his Bumbo with just a diaper on. When he’s done, he goes straight to the bath. For some reason, he always thinks he needs something in his mouth. Usually he’s stuffing some part of his hand in there. This becomes particularly problematic when he’s eating, thus the mess. We started out with rice cereal, but to curb the constipation I’ve slowed down on the rice and have been giving him prunes. Hopefully they’ll kick in soon. He seems to like them but can’t take down much at a time. I think this little big guy isn’t going to be little for long.
I thought I would be lucky enough to have my whole family napping at the same time, but Ashton’s still wiggling around in his tiny crib. He fell asleep just a few minutes ago while he was eating, but now has decided that awake is a better way to be. London, on the other hand, is out. This is a minor miracle. We made a deal that she stay in bed for a half hour and then I would come in and get her. She’s been there for almost an hour now and is totally asleep. This is a much needed nap for her (and me). Maybe I’ll make it through the day after all.
My mom came this weekend. She had Thursday and today off, so she took Friday off and drove down to help me out. It was so nice to have her. I was sad to see her go this morning. She spent the weekend cleaning and cooking and cleaning some more and taking care of my kids. I also got three really good nights of sleep in a row. I haven’t really slept through the night in about six months. Those three nights were much needed. Taylor and I even got to go to the movies together for the third time ever. Needless to say, it was a nice weekend. Taylor’s alarm went off this morning around 5:15. He went surfing and my mom packed up to go home. I didn’t realize that his alarm had woken up London until she crawled into bed with me about 45 minutes later. When I’m joined by London in bed, I know that I won’t be getting any more sleep. So we snuggled together for a bit and got up. She told me later that, “I just heard Tickety’s bells ringing and I said, ‘I have to get up and sleep with my mom now!’” What a funny girl. Of course she hadn’t had enough sleep so she was whiny all morning. I’m so glad she’s napping.
We’re now almost in an established routine. I’m really close to being done pumping. It’s taking longer than I had hoped. I think this will be good for all of us. I went to the doctor last week and was prescribed medication for the postpartum depression. I haven’t started taking them yet because I’m not quite done pumping but I’m sure excited to feel normal again. I’m still here and I’m still making it. One step at a time.