The beginning of week 3...wow. This transition has been easier in some ways and harder in other ways. The hardest part for me so far is that I'm just not used to not having 'me' time during the day. At work, I could for the most part do what I had planned all day. Some things were not that way as I had to respond to the needs of the day. But I felt very in control of how my day was going to go. I feel as though that control has been taken away...by my kids. I'm okay with it - I just need to get used to it.
Today...Evan slept till 6:45am. Amen. He still wet through his double diaper, his pajamas and his sheets. Maybe he wet for the final time at 6:45 and that's what soaked through and woke him up? I'm going to try a tip from my friend Gretchen tonight - change his diaper before I go to bed and see if that helps. Paeton slept till 8:30am - my teenager.
Couple of notes from the weekend. I spent a good portion of Saturday organizing my recipe situation. Jodi was at a conference all day so I knew I needed a project to get me through day #6 with just me and the kiddos. I was getting frustrated with the chaos of my recipes. I had recipes in books, recipes in a basket, recipes in an old organizer, recipes everywhere. I photocopied every recipe or multiple recipes on one sheet so they'd all be the same size. Then I organized them by topic. Today I'm going to start laminating them and then hopefully I'll have a neat binder to put all my favorite 'these taste good and are approved by Jodi' recipes. Jodi knows cooking is not a natural love of mine nor do I really love the taste of food. I just eat because I have to. Now don't get me wrong...there are some foods that I crave and I love. But I've noticed over the 30 years that I've been around that my take on food is different from most others.
I learned this weekend that the top of the fireplace gets very hot - somehow I just lightly tapped my hand to it while putting another log on the fire. Ouch.
Saturday was such a beautiful day - 50 degrees and sunny. It felt hot out to me! The kids and I got some good outside time which provided for great naps.
Oh, and if you missed Pastor Chip's sermon on Sunday you need to check it out online. He focused on the Tower of Babel and how important it is to live our lives following 'God's Way' and not 'My Way'.
Back to today...
Evan's morning snack has been lining up with Paeton's breakfast these days which works out great because when Paeton has a snack in between breakfast and lunch, she doesn't eat lunch.
Evan always eats. Evan made his way into the large cereal bar box from Sam's Club to eat his snack...whatever works.
My friend Alyssa and her daughter Eva came over for a few hours to play and hang out. After they left, Paeton rested, Evan napped and I caught up on some chores. When Paeton was done resting, we baked together. My mom had sent me a recipe for 'Double Decker Confetti Brownies' and I couldn't wait to make them.
We were practicing writing familiar words on the chalkboard when we heard Evan getting up from nap. He always cries pretty bad when he wakes up from nap. But today...the crying lasted for almost 45 minutes. I just couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. I tried a cup of milk, snack, oragel and a teether for his molars...I even showed him the bottle of tylenol to see if he'd light up. Nothing was working. Finally I checked his diaper and realized he had poop. I didn't smell anything the entire time I was holding and rocking him. This was his third poop of the day already. I'm done giving him blueberries. Every time I give him blueberries it turns it into continuous poops which results in a horrible diaper rash.
Finally got him in a clean diaper with lots of diaper cream and watching a show with Paeton. He's in her sleeping bag and she's in his. I thanked her for choosing her battles with Evan today and letting him rest in her sleeping bag. She told me she made that choice because she couldn't stand to hear him cry anymore. I agreed.
Dinner Tonight: Rosemary Roasted Chicken & Potatoes, Green Beans, Salad
Dinnertime - enjoy the night.
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