Today I went for a nice, invigorating walk in the sunshine. Add two new moms and three babies plus one preschooler and you have a recipe for disaster. BUT, it wasn't. It was amazing. Fresh air, good company, three sleeping babies and one behaving little girl. My shoulders are a bit sore though because I carried Megan on my back most of the way in our MEC baby babckpack. Which I do believe every parent should have. i think we've used ours more than our stroller even. Especially if you have more than one child and you want to do a bit of grocery shopping withour chasing a screaming toddler around the store trying to make off with a chocolate bar. I have been spared many a chase with that piece of equipment. If you don't have one. Get one.
Did I mention on here yet that we FINALLY broke Megan of her soother addiction? Yeah, we took her to soother-suckers anonymous and she went through the six steps of soother recovery.
1. Mommy takes the soother away.
2. Megan throws fits and screams and begs for the soother for two days straight.
3. Mommy says no.
4. Megan tries to steal and suck the baby's soother whenever mommy isn't looking.
5. Mommy gets mad.
6. Megan begins to accept that she is forevermore sootherless.
For the most part Megan has been very big and brave and rarely asks for the soother anymore. She does still, on occasion, take Olivia's soother and hides under a blanket sucking for all she's worth knowing it will be short lived. That said she does give it up again fairly willingly. Yesterday I noticed that the house wass unusually quiet and I went upstairs to investigate. i knew I would find a) Megan sucking Olivia's soother or b) Megan smearing my make-up all over her face.
What I did find was too cute to be angry at however. Megan was curled up on the chair in Olivia's room, soother in mouth, fast asleep. It was a beautiful sight. I took the soother out and let her continue to sleep for another half hour. Oh Megan....
Olivia is growing like a fast growing baby. :) She now weighs in a sixteen and a half pounds and nearly 26 inches. That put her in the 100th percentile for height and weight. I love it. I love her chub. I love her sweet face and multiple rolls. And yet she still isn't as chubby as Ben was at four months. Ben was just shy of twenty pounds. That is LARGE people. Olivia seens to be content to just lay around. She has roled but isn't too interested in doing it again. She also isn't interested in food yet, surprisingly. Ben gulped an entire bowl of rice cereal up at three months of age. Olivia just grins at me and lets it all dribble out onto her bib. cute. She is very smiley but doesn't laugh alot yet. She also isn't as grabby as the other two were at this age. I'm very glad she's taking her time doing things. The third time around it is so nice to have one that doesn't move around as much. For all I care, she can wait until she one to even start crawling. There is talk that Olivia might be our last baby. Not that we won't have any more at all (ie adoption) but she may be our last child borne of my womb. So, I feel sad at the thought of this being my last time nursing, my last chubby baby, my last pregnancy. I wish for the first year to linger a little longer. As it usually zips by before you can even stop to think.
Ben is LOVING playschool. But, lately he's in a bit of a funk with his attitude and backtalk. I'm not sure if it's a four year old phase or what but it's very unlike him. For the most part he's the usual, sweet compliant boy I birthed but every now and again I get a good ol NO! out of him. He is becoming alot more fun though. He understands games and jokes and has a great sense of humour. And sometimes the questions I get out of him are priceless. He's a great kid to parent.
This weekend we're celebrating Megan's birthday. It's hard to belive she's turning three already. And yet she almost seems to old to be just three. And then she'll have a tantrum and I'll remember why she's just three. Sometimes I've thought that God has thought too highly of me to feel I could handle a challenge like her. Whatever the case, she is mine and I love her no matter how much she frustrates me. I wouldn't trade her for the best behaved kid in all the world. This must be God's way of showing me what an amazing woman my mom is as I was exactly the same way when I was a little girl. And yet we somehow made it through my preschool years without me getting throttled. I'll just have to see if I can say the same thing about my daughter. Here's hoping that three will be better than two.