I’ve decided that I’m just going to rename January and February, Sick-uary. I feel like every single year it is more of the same. We welcome the New Year with someone getting sick. The sickness makes it rounds only to be followed immediately by another illness that also has to make the rounds. It is ridiculous. This eventually stops right, when the kids are older and not putting stuff in their mouth as much or being sneezed and coughed all over by their little friends? Please tell me we won’t start every year like this forever and ever!
This past weekend was the climax of 2 weeks of endless illness. It started with Nora, of course, it always starts with the littlest one right!? She had a cold that she passed onto everyone else, except Lorne. He managed to avoid the first round. I feel like she barely got over the first cold and was onto something else. This second round has been the pits. Fevers, coughs, sore throats, and a lovely case of pink eye for Maya. Good times.
I spent this past weekend nursing 3 sick kiddos, making runs to the doctor and the pharmacist, administering all sorts of fun medication, including the ever fun eye drop! And my reward for playing nursemaid to 3 sick kids that are all on the mend now, you guessed it, my turn with the current crud I spent last night all achy and feverish and woke this morning feeling like I hadn’t had any sleep at all. Hopefully I can kick this one quickly. I’m not a fan of being sick. I read an article once that said that women who exercise regularly get sick less frequently than those who don’t. I exercise every day, but it doesn’t seem to help me when Sick-uary rolls around. I guess the study didn’t take into account being covered in the disgusting splatter of coughing, sneezing children 24/7.
Hopefully once I kick this round we will be done with Sick-uary and can return to the land of the healthy once more. Fingers crossed.
8 years old. My first baby is 8 years old. How is that even possible!!
Maya at 8, what can I say. She is walking a fine line between the little girl she was and teenager she will become. Part of her still loves to play with dolls and live in make believe worlds, while another part of her likes to sit around chatting with friends talking about fashion and what life will be like when they are older. She cares more about what others think about her now, a phase I hope passes quickly. She is passionate and smart. She feels things deeply and is full of “why” and “what if” questions. Reading and writing are her two favorite subjects at school right now. She can’t stand math, but still does pretty well in it. Science gets her curious mind thinking and she loves when they get to do experiments at school.
The year from 7 to 8 had a few struggles in it for Maya. She felt pulled in too many directions by the needs and wants of others and thus learned to find her own voice and stand up for herself. She learned that sometimes it is okay to step away from someone for a little bit and that we all need time to decompress.
It is amazing how much growing up has taken place this year. Maya at 8 is smart, passionate, curious, spunky, a challenge sometimes, loving, and beautiful. I can’t wait to see what this year has in store for her.
How is my littlest little 2 years old already?!? It literally feels like she was born, I blinked and suddenly she was 2!
Height : 33 ins (40th percentile)
Weight: 23 lbs (7th percentile)
Head Circumference: 19 ins (70th percentile)
Last week Nora had her 2 year well child check up at the doctor. To say she was not a fan would be a total understatement. She cried from the moment we walked through the door. She wanted nothing to do with getting weighed, measured, poked or prodded and refused to answer 90% of the doctors questions. The needles were actually the least challenging thing at the appointment. She barely flinched when she got stuck with the needle but man trying to get her to let the doctor listen to her heart or look in her ears was like wrestling a gorilla. All my kids have hated the doctor at this age so I was prepared for a challenging appointment. Once the doctor was able to finally get a decent look at her she declared her to be the picture of health, although did say she could stand to put on a little bit of weight. Her development is right on track or ahead of the curve and she is healthy.
What can I say about Nora at two? She is a delight and a handful all rolled into one. She is a curious, friendly little daredevil. Her smile lights up a room. She isn’t afraid of anything. I love watching kids this age explore they are so curious and just take it all in.
Her goal in life is to keep up, or surpass, her sisters at everything. She is super loving and affectionate. She loves to snuggle and her favorite thing to play with are her baby dolls. She mothers them so well. It is quite possibly the most adorable thing to watch her rock her baby and say “You oh hay baby”, so stinkin’ cute! We have about 5 or 6 dolls and she loves each of them to pieces on a daily basis. When she isn’t playing mommy to her babies she is search the sky for airplanes, scaling any surface in our house she can, or “reading” books.
Her vocabulary is growing like crazy! I think she learns at least one new word a day right now. Even Anna will notice new words and will say “That is a new word for you, Nora. Good job!” The girls love their baby sister.
We love you to pieces sweet girl and can’t wait to see you’ll do next!
Today our sweet little baby, who isn’t much of a baby anymore, turns 2!! Who said that was okay 😉
It feels like just yesterday that she was a brand new tiny baby I was holding for the first time, and yet it feels like she has always been apart of our family. We love you to pieces sweet Nora. You bring so much life, laughter and spunk to our daily lives. We wish you the happiest of birthdays baby girl!
I haven’t nursed Nora in over a week. She is officially fully weaned. She still asks for it on occasion but she doesn’t get upset when I say no or distract her with something else. Although I was completely ready to be done with breastfeeding I still feel a little sad, or maybe nostalgic is a better word, now that it is over. It feels a bit like the end of an era. Babyhood in our family is officially coming to an end. Our kids are getting older and more independent by the day. Even the baby of the family isn’t a baby anymore.
Being done with breastfeeding feels like such a huge deal to me. Donating my nursing bras and tank tops felt surreal. For close to 5 of the last 7 and a half years I have had a nursing baby or toddler. It was just so much a part of my parenting routine that to have it be done feels weird, and I must admit a bit freeing. I don’t feel so tied down or required anymore. We all like to feel needed, and all my girls still need me and prefer for me to put them to bed at night, but I’m not required. Being gone in the evening around bedtime is now something I can do if I want to!
Nora was by far the hardest to wean. Perhaps it is because I waited a bit longer to start the process with her, perhaps it was just such a comfort to her she didn’t want to willingly give it up. Maya and Anna were fairly easy to wean, with only one or two nursing sessions being a little more challenging. By the time I started weaning them at 18 months they were down to just a few times a day anyway and we fully weaned within a month or so. Nora was still going strong at 18 months so getting her give it up was a lot harder. We took it slow and I tried to let her set the pace as much as I could, although I was ready to be done so I tended to nudge her a bit when I could. It took about 4-5 months to finally get to the point where she was just nursing once or twice a day. Getting rid of those last couple of sessions was a lot easier than I anticipated. I figured she would put up a huge fight, but with a little distraction and the introduction of some new elements to our morning and nighttime routines she quickly decided it was okay to give it up.
I really enjoy our new nighttime routine. We read a book (the same airplane book every night!) and snuggle for a few minutes. We still get that quiet, uninterrupted time together and she still gets her much loved snuggles before getting into bed. It works well and both of us are happy.