#TBT Alert
As I attempt to get back into regular blogging, there are quite a few posts I drafted (some quite a while ago) that I want to write up and post so I can hang on to the memories. So why not make a "thing" of it...Throw Back Thursdays, Lot10LindenGrove style.
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(~2 years ago)
The other day while driving I kept reaching for the volume dial on my dashboard to turn it down. Repeatedly. It was totally an unconscious thing I was doing. Clearly somehow it registered to me that it was too loud, so instinctively I'd reach for the radio volume dial and turn it waaaaay.dowwwwn.
But it.wasn't.getting.any.quieter.
It took me several attempts of "turning the dial down" until I realized the noise was coming from the backseat. All three kids were just loud. Wren was crying, Otto was babble shouting and Max - well, he never stops talking.
It took an episode similar to this happening a handful of times after Wren was born until my ears and mind just got accustomed to the elevated sounds at home and in the car.
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Friday, November 8, 2013
Happy Two Years Wren!
I wanted to get some thoughts down on the blog to always remember what you're like right now, as well as to capture some of the fun we had at your Birthday party last month. Pardon the quantity of photos...making up for months of no posts, I guess.
At two years old you can't get enough of:
- Your swimming suit
- Jumping
- Saying "Night Night" to Max & Otto
- Midnight Rock-A-Byeing with Mom & Dad
- Lollipops
Thanks to older cousin kick-downs, great garage sale finds and your mama's desire to find an adorable swimsuit each year, you have suits numbering in the double digits. And they all get put to good use. All summer long you lived in one - usually at the pool or beach, but now always. When it turned fall, we would just throw a swimsuit over your pants and shirt and send you on your merry way to school. You'd proudly proclaim "swimsuit" when you walked into your class each morning - which was so much better than when you'd wake up and scream the same thing at 6am every morning - begging to get out of your jammies and into your suit.
Boy do you JUMP! I remember Max & Otto enjoying jumping, but not nearly as much as you. You'll find some of the highest ledges and just jump right off. Come to think of it - 5 months ago - that's why we had to put you in a big girl bed. You were crib jumping. You'll hold out your hands, wanting to hold onto my hands and jump up and down. The other day we were at the Corn Maze and they had a giant "jumping pillow" (basically a trampoline). I was holding you and we were jumping together and I ended up "double bouncing" and the two of us, we flew high. That's the only time I sensed (by your sudden death grip around me and shocked look on your face) that maybe it was a bit too much jumping. In fact, I just re-read your 1st Birthday blog entry and apparently your love for jumping isn't new (your infant daycare room had to remove the slide because you kept jumping off the top of it).
Between your swimsuit and jumping obsessions, I'm hoping you have a bright future, on a beach, with lots of volleyball in it.
You love to say "Night Night Otto, Night Night Max, Mommy, Daddy" before you go to bed each night. It's the sweetest, and you've done it for so long now that I can't remember when it started. But you make a very definite point to say good-night to all of us. If Daddy or I try to bring you to bed and you haven't said goodnight to everyone, you insist on finding them, saying good-night and giving hugs and kisses.
And then you're up six hours later in the middle of the night, wanting me or Daddy to hold you or rub your back or get you a drink. Yes - you're two years old and not sleeping through the night. I am so incredibly aware of how ridiculous this is. I had those brothers of yours sleeping 12 consecutive hours at 6 months old. And yet I keep getting up with you in the middle of the night...
And you love lollipops. And you sound ridiculously cute when you say lollipop. It sounds like "Wall-E Pop," probably because on a road trip Max & Otto were asking to watch Wall-E. Every time they said Wall-E, you'd begin crying "Wallypop. I want a Wallypop." It inspired our Halloween costumes...two robots from Wall-E and a lollipop. And then you went trick or treating and GOT so many lollipops - you loved it!
Boy do you JUMP! I remember Max & Otto enjoying jumping, but not nearly as much as you. You'll find some of the highest ledges and just jump right off. Come to think of it - 5 months ago - that's why we had to put you in a big girl bed. You were crib jumping. You'll hold out your hands, wanting to hold onto my hands and jump up and down. The other day we were at the Corn Maze and they had a giant "jumping pillow" (basically a trampoline). I was holding you and we were jumping together and I ended up "double bouncing" and the two of us, we flew high. That's the only time I sensed (by your sudden death grip around me and shocked look on your face) that maybe it was a bit too much jumping. In fact, I just re-read your 1st Birthday blog entry and apparently your love for jumping isn't new (your infant daycare room had to remove the slide because you kept jumping off the top of it).
Between your swimsuit and jumping obsessions, I'm hoping you have a bright future, on a beach, with lots of volleyball in it.
You love to say "Night Night Otto, Night Night Max, Mommy, Daddy" before you go to bed each night. It's the sweetest, and you've done it for so long now that I can't remember when it started. But you make a very definite point to say good-night to all of us. If Daddy or I try to bring you to bed and you haven't said goodnight to everyone, you insist on finding them, saying good-night and giving hugs and kisses.
And then you're up six hours later in the middle of the night, wanting me or Daddy to hold you or rub your back or get you a drink. Yes - you're two years old and not sleeping through the night. I am so incredibly aware of how ridiculous this is. I had those brothers of yours sleeping 12 consecutive hours at 6 months old. And yet I keep getting up with you in the middle of the night...
And you love lollipops. And you sound ridiculously cute when you say lollipop. It sounds like "Wall-E Pop," probably because on a road trip Max & Otto were asking to watch Wall-E. Every time they said Wall-E, you'd begin crying "Wallypop. I want a Wallypop." It inspired our Halloween costumes...two robots from Wall-E and a lollipop. And then you went trick or treating and GOT so many lollipops - you loved it!
Wren, you're talking so much now. You're starting to have "conversations" and answer questions more fully. In the past month, you've started full sentences and speaking in the correct tense.
Just like your brothers, you're well on your way to potty training yourself. Three days ago your daily notes from daycare said "Wren is about 70% potty trained." Yesterday I picked you up and your teachers said I should put you in underwear this weekend and try it because "she's basically potty trained." I kind of grimaced...it's deer hunting opener this weekend so I'm solo with the three kids, which means I am not chancing potty accidents. My older two kids are potty trained and (literally) I've never had to clean up a potty accident. I wait until you're fully potty trained and then just go straight to underwear and no accidents. Thankfully you've got the same teachers Otto had and they realize this is my style. They had to ask me several times to stop sending Otto to school in diapers, insisting he was potty trained.
Just like your brothers, you're well on your way to potty training yourself. Three days ago your daily notes from daycare said "Wren is about 70% potty trained." Yesterday I picked you up and your teachers said I should put you in underwear this weekend and try it because "she's basically potty trained." I kind of grimaced...it's deer hunting opener this weekend so I'm solo with the three kids, which means I am not chancing potty accidents. My older two kids are potty trained and (literally) I've never had to clean up a potty accident. I wait until you're fully potty trained and then just go straight to underwear and no accidents. Thankfully you've got the same teachers Otto had and they realize this is my style. They had to ask me several times to stop sending Otto to school in diapers, insisting he was potty trained.
Two Years Old! I'm 35 years old and wish I had her hair!
Me & Wren on her Birthday
Otto, Max & Wren on her Birthday
For Wren's birthday we had a little party with family, friends and neighbors. I had a blast. I forgot to take more than a few pictures I was having such fun. But no worries, we recreated some of the photo opps the next day:)
Here are some highlights...
Party Invitation
Woodland masks (we had to transfer them to paper plates because the elastic cords kept snapping on all the kids)
It drizzled all day and was about 40 degrees...it turned into a mostly indoor party instead of outside party.
Otto had called dibs on the fox
Max was the brown bear
Wren enjoyed being each animal
Birthday cake
Wren initially loved everyone bursting into Happy Birthday and rushing to be by her side.
Note the snow covered legs on the deer. Some brother kept pushing the deer deeper into the frosting:)
But she quickly got a very scared look on her face and started to cry. I totally understand. I used to hate having people sing Happy Birthday to me and would also burst into tears.
All Mine eating cake and ice cream
Pin the tail on the deer
She's Two!
A new baby doll from her cousins
Cousin Grace showing Wren how to take care of the baby
A woodland scavenger hunt. Everyone found everything...except for the mouse!
Baggo anyone? Always a hit!
A little woodland tablescaping, the day after the party
Pinterest Fail! I so wanted to send everyone home with a hand made birdseed bird feeder - but they did not work out!
For each kid's 1st Birthday, Joe and I had a quilt made for them using all of their baby clothes, burp cloths, etc. For Wren's 2nd Birthday I had a baby doll quilt, made from the scraps of the scraps used for her 1st Year memory quilt, made for her.
Happy Birthday Wrennie!
Friday, November 1, 2013
Three of My Three
I've logged on to my blog, after a quarter of the year away, to put some thoughts and pictures down on "paper" from Wren's 2nd Birthday.
And I stumbled upon this draft from June.
Remember when I used to post three pics of my three kids? A bit foggy of a memory for me, too.
Anyway, three of my three from over three months ago...
It really wasn't this bad, but I love it because it looks like it was. Wren saying "Dear God, Help Me!"
No. Wren should not be in this apparatus. If fact, she could tip the thing over with herself in it. But her baby cousin, Dash, wanted in - so of course she did too.
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