Gibson and Georgie have had a bit of a rocky start to their relationship.
Up until recently, there was a lot of avoidance (on Gibson's part), teasing (that would be Georgie), and yelling/hitting/sitting on top of/hair pulling (Gibson ugh). And lots of me trying to keep them separate to minimize the damage to poor angel baby Georgie's hair and ribs.
But now, Georgie can hold her own a little better, and they're becoming fast friends! I mean, it's kind of a tumultuous friendship, but it's been so wonderful to watch!
They spend time hanging out in Gibson's bedroom, like the same shows (we're obsessed with Paw Patrol, of course), and make each other belly laugh all the time. Usually by saying the word "diaper" as loudly as they can, which is pretty perplexing, but apparently they like it.
But along with this new friendship comes TROUBLE, my friends. RIGHT HERE IN RIVER CITY.
Because the only thing my kids love more than yelling "DIAPER!" in public places is getting into mischief together. Let me set the scene:
*It is dinner time. We are sitting at the table. The children have food. This has been the routine every day for their entire lives, yet somehow sitting and eating is a BRAND NEW concept for them.*
Me: Okay, guys, it's time to sit and eat!
Gibson: *stands up on his chair*
Me: Gibson, sit down.
Georgia: *giggling; stands up on her chair*
Me: Georgie, sit down.
Gibson: *stands up on his chair* COME ON GEORGIE, STAND UP! HAHAHAHA!
Georgia: *stands up on her chair* HIIIIIII BUBBA! I STANDING! HAHAHAHAHA!
Me: EVERYONE SIT DOWN OR I WILL LOSE MY MIND
Both kids: *dissolve in giggles, sit down, eat a bite*
Gibson: *starts to stand up, but still kind of sitting so I obviously won't notice* Look Georgie!
Georgia: HAHAHA BUBBAAAAAAA! *stands up because she's impressionable and Gibson is her hero*
Gibson: LOOK GEORGIE IS STANDING!
Both kids: *sit down giggling, slightly scared of the look on my face. It will happen again tomorrow. And probably every day for the rest of my life.*
Let's look at another example, in which Georgie is the instigator:
*I am in the bathroom doing...um, bathroom things, and have mistakenly left our bedroom door open. Much to Danny's dismay, our bedroom is a pit where clothes and dirty socks go to die. I'm not sure what color our carpet is at the moment. Maybe I'll clean it today, but probably I won't. Sorry, Danny.*
Me: Lalala, the kids are watching Paw Patrol and I'm in the bathroom all by myself and I love being all by myself.
Georgia: *comes to bathroom* Mommy, what dooooing?
Me: Toilet things. Go away.
Georgia: BYE! *stomps into her room, grabs five hundred blankets, stomps back out. Sees the open door at the end of the hall, imagines all the things she can destroy in there.*
Me: *Know exactly what is about to happen, but am powerless to do anything about it* GEORGIA NOOOOOOO!
Georgia: *yelling at the top of her lungs* COME ON BUBBA! COME OOOOOOOOONNNNNN!
Gibson: WHAT GEORGIA? LET'S GO!
Both kids: *run as fast as they can down the hallway and crash into my bedroom to commence destruction*
Georgia: I JUMPING! I JUMPING!
Gibson: GEORGIA LOOK AT ME JUMP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Me: COME OUT OF MY ROOOOOOOOOOOM!!
Gibson: BUT WE ARE PLAYING AND JUMPING ON YOUR BED AND IT'S FUN! *gets in the closet and starts pulling Danny's ties out*
Georgia: *finds my wedding rings and tosses them somewhere*
I no longer only have one toddler trying to destroy the world. And, it turns out, the second is so much more destructive than the first. Her goal is to figure out how many things she can break/color on/throw before I get to her. It. Is. Exhausting.
...but at least they're doing it together! It really has been fun to watch their relationship develop, even if it means more work for me. Maybe someday they'll learn to have fun WITHOUT destroying the house! Maybe? Please?
Oh hey, blog and readers (if you're still there, which you might not be, which would be okay because I've been gone for approximately five years)!
How are you? Do you remember me? I'm Erin. The writer of this blog. I have brown hair, look super tired, pale skin. REMEMBER?
I've missed you! Let's do a super duper quick update on life:
-We moved! This involved Danny going on interviews, selling our house, moving in with Danny's parents, buying a new house, renovating the new house, and moving into the new house. It was a lot. We were very busy. Still are. But less so. Also we live in the neighborhood Danny grew up in, and our kids will go to the elementary school he attended!
-Georgia is almost 2, Gibson is almost 4! They're big and I hate it because they used to be tiny.
-I don't actually hate that they're big all the time, because tiny means screaming babies. Big means they can throw dirty clothes in the laundry chute and toss diapers in the trash can and talk to me and make "potty messes" on the toilet.
-Just kidding, I don't love potty messes.
-Gibson started preschool last week! He goes twice a week for three hours.
That last point brings me to the reason I'm here today:
THERE IS ONLY ONE CHILD IN MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW.
And she has no one to fight with, so it's QUIET and I am currently ALONE because she is in ROOM TIME and I'm listening to MUSIC.
(Room time is when I banish my children to their rooms for an hour in the morning because they need to learn to play without mommy entertaining them. Also mommy can do things like clean and poop with no children watching her. #momoftheyear)
Two years ago, Gibson was the exact age that Georgie is now. And I was great with child and very uncomfortable. And I didn't realize how wonderfully QUIET it was with only one child on the outside of my uterus.
Now I appreciate quiet so much more. Even though Georgie is an incredibly loud little thing, it's nothing compared to Georgie+Gibson+one million toys that each child thinks belong solely to them and should never be touched by their sibling. Georgie on her own is practically silent, in comparison.
...of course, I miss Gibson. But he LOVES school, and it's only three hours. And he gets to make art and be the napkin helper at snack time. And it's QUIET IN MY HOUSE. God bless preschool.
You guys haven't seen me in awhile! That is partly because I'm just the worst at sitting down and writing, and partly because my sweet Gibson and I have been having a rough go of it lately.
We have good days, for sure. There are days when he is well-rested and happy, doesn't fight me on everything, and when I don't feel exhausted and grumpy.
But today has been a hard day. We were all sick last week, and sleep has been hard to come by since then. Both kids are exhausted and cranky, and it's just been a really, really hard day.
When I put Gibson down for his nap, we talked about how it had been a hard day, and how we could make the afternoon better. After we talked, we prayed. I prayed something like, "Please, please, please, God, let Gibson sleep. Please" (in so many words). And then Gibson prayed:
Dear Jesus, Thank you for this hard day. ...
I'm so quick to thank God for the easy days. For the days when I feel like #momoftheyear. For the days that I get things done, play with AND feed my kids, and brush my teeth and/or hair without getting stressed out.
But how often do I thank Him for the hard days? The days when every. single. thing. is a struggle? When Gibson pushes his sister five thousand times? When I yell way too much? When I feel like running away to be by myself for like five minutes?
I don't handle hard days well. My strategy is to just get through them, without yelling TOO much, or ripping my eyebrows out in frustration. My instinct isn't to turn to God for help, much less to thank Him for the struggle. My instinct is just to survive on my own.
Let me tell you: this isn't a particularly good strategy.
The hard days could be so much more than just surviving. They could be an opportunity for me to show my kids grace, patience, gentleness, and understanding. An opportunity to turn to Jesus for strength, instead of myself. An opportunity to teach my kids about handling big emotions, and turning to God for help. An opportunity to ask for forgiveness when I fail. And a reminder that I just can't do it on my own, no matter how hard I try to be #momoftheyear. I will fail, because I'm human and I'm just not strong enough on my own.
I'm thankful to my Gibson for that reminder. I have been letting the hard days get the best of me lately, and it shows in how I interact with my family, and in how I interact with God. I shouldn't allow hard days to define my life, my kids, or my relationship with God. I need to find my strength in Him, instead of trying to summon strength I just don't have on my own.
Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:28-31
Thank you, God, for this hard day. Please help me to learn from it, and to become more like you as a result of it. Thank you for your unfathomable understanding, for your promises, and for your strength.
In case you were interested, the rest of Gibson's prayer went like this:
Dear Jesus, Thank you for this hard day. And thank you for watching Sid the Science Kid. And I want to have NO dreams. In Jesus we pray, A-MAN
Okay, the end. HI! I'm back! I kept thinking, "OH! I should blog today!" And then my children would scream, and I would think, "NOPE GONNA CRY INSTEAD."
...but for real. The past few weeks have been BAD. Because, between my two gorgeous children, we have three nasty ear infections and at least one tooth coming. So my life has been spent listening to shrieking, trying (in vain) to get tiny humans to sleep, and shoveling medication into little mouths.
But let's talk about the past two months, okay?
Gibson had oral surgery to remove his little fused teeth. There was a teensy crack between them, and they became abscessed. Poor dude. But now he looks like a first grader, which is adorable! And also sad, because he's only 33 months old. ;)
He also decided to be potty trained! It was amazing...he was just ready one day. We are now 100% diaper-free, even at night. The problem is that when he has to go potty during the night, he's an ABSOLUTE AND COMPLETE TERROR. Not joking. It involves a lot of shrieking (from him, not us), pleading (from us, not him), and silent weeping (that would be me). And then he lays in bed awake for at least an hour...although the other night he was up for ALMOST THREE HOURS. And then got up at his normal time.
Uggghhhhhh. He's so incredibly overtired.
Georgie is 9 months old!! She's getting big, weighing in at 19 pounds 11 ounces, and she's still super tall at 28.75 inches. So she's slightly taller than Gibson was at 9 months, but 2.5 pounds lighter. He's such a meatball. <3
Georgia can army crawl, and has crawled on her hands and knees a tiny bit the past couple of days. She's an AMAZING eater...nothing like Gibson was at this age, praise the Lord. If you put food in front of Georgie, she shovels it down. No matter what it is. Even if it's a dog turd. She would definitely eat it.
Speaking of eating everything, I now know what it's like to have a child who puts literally every single thing in her mouth. When he was tiny, Gibson would find a coin on the floor and hand it to me. Georgie finds it and puts it in her mouth like a ninja. It's exhausting. I can vacuum five times a day, and she still finds invisible sticks to chew on.
I started an Etsy shop for digital chalkboard art! It's pretty fun...I really love making them!
Danny only has 1.5 days left until Christmas break! YAHOO! I'm so excited. I'm not sure whether I've ever been so excited for him to have a break...these kids have been crazy lately!
Gibson has been ridiculously adorable (in between tantrums, of course) lately! I'll have to make a post about things he's been saying. He's just like a tiny adult! Ugh. Time is moving quite quickly. Some recent gems include: -Singing Daniel Tiger songs in Ellie's "voice" -This morning, Georgie was crying and he said, "Georgie, SHHH! Use a gentle voice! Use your words! You have to ask me, not scream." -I told him he could flush the toilet, and he said, "Okie dokie mommy!" -One day I called him "babe," and he said, "I not babe, I'm Giffon! Daddy is babe!"
So now you're mostly caught up on my life! I think. I probably forgot something super big and important, but you'll get over it.
Now, since you read all of that (you did, didn't you?), here are some photos of some beautiful people!
Lately, Gibson has been changing the words to Daniel Tiger songs, and it's hilarious.
First of all: Daniel Tiger is the bomb. The songs from that show have been SUPER helpful lately...especially the song about being mad, and the one about solving problems yourself.
He has changed the words to both of those songs, and I think they're even better now!
The other day, Gibson didn't want to leave his fork on the table like I asked, so he dropped it on the floor. I told him that he needed to pick it up, and he started to sing the mad song.
The lyrics go: When you feel so mad that you want to roar, take a deep breath *breathe heavily* and count to four! One, two, three, four. Gibson's version went:
When you feel so DROP that you want to DROP take a deep DROP *breathe heavily* and count to DROP. One, two, three, DROP. He sang it over and over and over and over and over and over and over. Because he dropped his fork.
Just now, he was sitting at the table reading a book. While reading the book, he started to sing the "solve a problem" song, which usually goes:
Try to solve a problem yourself, and you'll feel prou-ou-ou-oud! Gibson's story went:
Once upon a time, there was a dog. Old MacDonald had a FARMDOG. EIEIO! Try to DROP A DOG yourself and you'll feel PROOOOOOOOOUD drop a dog yourself and you'll feel PROOOOOOOOUD.
At least the other drop song made a little bit of sense. Kind of. Not really. But he had just dropped something, so I can see why he sang about it. But dropping a dog? What?
Maybe there was a dog in his book. I'm not entirely sure. It was very, very strange.
Do you guys think he'll be the next Weird Al? Like, a Weird Al for toddlers who love Daniel Tiger! That would be perfect! Is there a market for that?
Gibson and I had an eventful morning. I'll tell you all about it!
This is a poop story.
*YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*
I was about to get Georgia up, and Gibson said, "Mommy, I pooped!" So, like a good mom who values her sense of smell, I changed his diaper. As far as poop goes, it was a pretty easy diaper. Not very smushy, which is always good.
I went to get Georgie, and on my way I asked Gibson to throw his diaper away, because that's his job.
I came back, and the diaper was still on the floor. So I asked him to throw it away again. He said, "Okay, mommy!" And bounced off toward the pantry with his diaper.
Gibson came back in the living room and said, "I threw the diaper away! What's on my finger?"
So I looked at his finger, and there was a little speck on it that I assumed had come from the trash can. Because sometimes he likes to go through the trash when he throws diapers away.
*Side story: Yesterday, Gibson found a maternity compression stocking box in my bedroom and played with it for awhile. Weirdo. It was his "box and ticket" (the ticket was the paper inside the box). At nap time, I threw them away. The next time he threw a diaper away, he found the box and ticket and took them out and glared at me like I had thrown away his favorite toy. /end side story
He wiped the speck off his finger, and I thought nothing of it.
Then he disappeared into the kitchen again, and came running back yelling, "MOMMY, WHAT IS IT! IT'S A BIG YUCKY! THERE'S A BIG YUCKY! MOMMY, IT'S A BIG YUCKY ON A FLOOR!"
So I went with him to the kitchen to find the big yucky. He led me to the pantry where, you guessed it, there was a hunk of poop on the floor.
I finished feeding Georgie while Gibson continued telling me about the big yucky on the floor. "It's a big yucky! Don't touch it, Diffon! It's yucky! My hands are yucky! I touched a big yucky!"
...it was at that moment that I realized he had poop on his hands. Awesome.
I picked up the big yucky, threw it in the toilet, and tried to wash Gibson's hands. Usually I use a foam wash that doesn't need to be rinsed when I wash his hands, because that's way easier than hovering him over the sink while he splashes in the water. But I figured that wouldn't work for the poop, so we did a traditional hand washing. Which involved a lot of soap on his shirt. And mine. And the counter. And then water got everywhere.
But don't worry, Gibson was DELIGHTED to be washing the big yucky off his hands!
I'm sorry for all the poop talk. But YOU'RE WELCOME for the lack of pictures!
...I hope you do, because I posted about it literally yesterday.
Well, this is the post about our file cabinet that I promised! I'm sure you've been waiting with bated breath...so here it is!
We bought this rusty file cabinet for $35 from the Habitat for Humanity ReStore.
I obviously didn't want to put this ugly thing in my beautiful office, so we made it so pretty!
First, we sanded down the cabinet using 3M emery cloth. We used the coarse cloth first, and then the fine one. After the rust was sanded down and everything was roughed up, I wiped it down with a damp cloth to get rid of all the nasty dust. YUCK.
Next, I primed the cabinet with Rust-Oleum Universal Bonding Primer. Unfortunately, I held the can too far from the cabinet, and the primer went on all gritty and dusty. Oops. The actual spray paint covered that up, luckily.
It took three-ish coats of spray paint to get everything pretty. This time, I held the can closer to the file cabinet like I was supposed to, and it turned out really nicely!
For the drawer fronts, I sanded, primed, and did one coat of spray paint. Then I put contact paper on them to make them so pretty! Putting contact paper on file cabinet drawers is approximately five gajillion times easier than putting it on a refrigerator. It was almost enjoyable! I'm thinking about starting a business where I just put contact paper on file cabinet drawers all day. People would pay for that, right?
We were going to buy new drawer pulls, but then we decided to just spray paint the old ones to save some money. We already had oil rubbed bronze spray paint from our kitchen knobs, so we had to spend ZERO DOLLARS on drawer pulls! Woo hoo!
And that's it! It was a pretty easy project...I was worried that it would take a long time or be really hard, but I WAS WRONG. Thank goodness.
Now go make your file cabinet beautiful! DO IT NOW!
Just kidding. You only wish I were that short-winded! Ha!
So anyway, I love our house. And I was telling my mom about how I love it, but I wish there was a place for our computer/printer/an office that isn't our bedroom. And she was like, "What if you put a desk in your front closet?"
I mean, really. WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT? Because for real, our front closet wasn't being used for anything except a boatload of crap.
See? A boatload. It's embarrassing.
We got home from my parents' house and went straight to work on the closet! We emptied it out, removed the really nice closet system (which we kept in case we ever sell our house), took the doors off (we kept those, too), and started to make a plan!
The next day, we worked without ceasing. I mean, we also took care of the kids. But at least one of us was working at all times.
Danny installed a new electrical outlet in the closet, since there wasn't one. I can't tell you exactly how he did it, but he went through Georgia's bedroom wall to do it, and connected it to the outlet in there. He's basically the greatest.
While he was installing the outlet, I painted the inside of the closet! We chose to use the kitchen color, which is Benjamin Moore Palladian Blue. THE PERFECT PAINT COLOR. I almost wish our entire house was Palladian Blue. Even the carpet. That's how much I love it.
Then it was time to build things! We were going to get plywood for the desk top, but I had a GENIUS IDEA: to buy a 4-foot hunk of laminate countertop. It was significantly cheaper (only $20!), looks good, and we don't have to paint/stain/sand it.
Obviously I inherited my mom's genius skillz.
So Danny built the desk! And it's gorgeous and perfect and I love it. He also built two long shelves above the desk. Which are also perfect, and were a pain in the butt to paint. But I did it anyway!
In 24 hours, we accomplished all of that. Because we have mad DIY skillz. And also because if we don't do things quickly, they never ever ever get finished.
We also bought some fun things for storage! Hobby Lobby has these great photo storage boxes for $4, and I prettied them up with some scrapbook paper. The magazine holders are from IKEA (I bought them on Amazon), and I added scrapbook paper to them, too! My green pencil cup is from Amazon, and I LOVE IT. The tubs on the top shelf (that you can barely see) were $5 at TJ Maxx.
When we built the desk, we left space to the right of it for a four-drawer file cabinet. The problem is, file cabinets are EXPENSIVE. And I don't like paying a million (or 170) dollars for file cabinets. We found some on Craigslist for cheap, but they were all way too deep for our closet.
So when we were out of town this weekend, we went to the Habitat for Humanity ReStore and found a great file cabinet for $35! Yay! It was an ugly tan color and pretty rusty, but we were planning on refinishing it, so that was fine.
And now it's finished! We got home from being out of town and started working on the cabinet almost immediately...it ended up being a super fast project. It's so beautiful! I'll write a separate blog post about how we did it. :)
With the file cabinet, the office is pretty much finished! We still need to hang a paper organizer (to the left of the desk where it won't really be seen), and put files in the file cabinet. It's been so nice to have a place for the computer that isn't in the way, and to have all of our random office supplies organized! Gibson's art supplies are in one place, and I always know where my scissors/tape/pens/important papers are! I feel like such an adult!
So there you go! I would do a cost breakdown for you, but I just have no clue. We used a few things that we already had, like paint and some of the wood. It didn't end up being very expensive at all! Hooray! That's my favorite thing!
My sweet tiny newborn Georgia will be four months old tomorrow!
HOW? FOUR MONTHS IS SO OLD.
Let's start with some lists, why don't we?
Georgia likes: -Gibson, sometimes -Fart noises -Staring at the back of my phone -Sleep -Being swaddled -Playing "Super Georgia," a game in which I make her fly through the air until she vomits down my bra -Standing up -Her activity gym
Georgia dislikes: -Gibson, sometimes -Being tired -Being hungry
All in all, Georgie is a pretty happy little lady! As long as we get her swaddled and ready to sleep before she gets overtired, and feed her as soon as she wakes up, life is pretty good. Also as long as no one whacks her in the head with a toy (*coughcough* GIBSON).
I can see where a tooth is making its very, very slow entrance into Georgia's mouth...and I wish it would hurry up, because she's an AWFUL TEETHER. Like, worse than Gibson was, so far.
Someone send help. And donuts.
Georgie has this scream/squeal that makes her sound like a distressed piglet. It's awful. Her scream could probably be used as a form of torture.
But also she's laughing now, which is awesome! She mostly laughs for Danny, of course, which I expected. Because Gibson also laughed for him more! Turd babies.
At her last appointment, Georgia weighed 13 pounds 6 ounces (fully clothed) and was 25 inches long. She's still wearing 0-3 month clothes for the most part, although she now needs 9 month sleepers because she's too long for the 6 month ones. She's a tall girl!
And since she is currently doing her pig squeal (help me, Jesus), I'm going to conclude this blog post and go relieve Danny so he doesn't go insane. Because for real. It's torturous.
But before I go, here are some pictures of my sweet four month old girl! You will notice that she's not particularly happy in any of them...that's because she's a turd. And when I get my camera out, she pretty much just looks concerned. Oh well.
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