Little Moments Not To Be Forgotten

 

 

 

 

 

 

two brothers in a space pod

tummy time

morning shenanigans 

late night lego play

three Grimbleby's in a bed

Darth Vader vs. candle girl (?!)

two kids in a tub

dad cuddles

There is something about a baby in the house that naturally slows the pace of life down. It really does allow you to focus on the little things…of course, maybe that's because taking care of a baby leaves little time for big things! Either way, I really do enjoy the slower pace, especially in the evenings. Of course, sometimes I could do without all the fussiness in the evenings. Which, what is it with babies and crying in the evenings?! I digress.

There is a lot of love between the brothers in this house and I totally love it. Like it melts my mama heart over and over every single day. Connor is all about Callum and it really is cute.

Yes, it's February and we still have Christmas lights up. BUT, they are only still up in the kids rooms. All the rest of the decorations are put away. Well, that's kind of a lie. We still have the Christmas lights up in our bushes outside. We put away the extension cords to plug them in weeks ago, but they are still in the bushes. Remember my first thought? Not much free time around these parts.

In the most genius mom hack ever, I realized if I turned Callum's bath sideways at the end of our tub, it sits perfectly. Now I can easily give two kids a bath at once. And the other kid gets the privilege of bathing with Callum without actually bathing with Callum (i.e. all the fun parts and none of the not so fun parts like hardly any water in the tub or constantly being told by mom to be careful and not to splash Callum).

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Thumb Sucking & Pacifiers

 

Exciting stuff, I know. But I have a seven week old, so it's kind of where I am at in life right now.

Let me give you a little history on the pacifier in the Grimbleby household. Pacifiers saved my life with Connor. That may sound dramatic, but they sure did help. Not just help, they were magic. It was amazing. And that kid would take any old pacifier he could get his hands on. He wasn't picky. Then came along Isla. She wouldn't take a pacifier. I spent so much money buying every single pacifier out there, to no avail. She wanted the real deal and she wanted it all the time. So, I knew if I could get Callum to take a pacifier, I was going to.

While pregnant, I bought some overpriced pacifiers that I kept seeing everywhere. I justified it because they are made of natural rubber and are only one piece, so no crevices to get germs stuck in. Well, the kid wouldn't take them. So with a tried and true soothie we went. He still doesn't take it amazingly, but he accepts it, so that's a win in my book. But the other day, when I went to check on Callum during a nap, I found him full on sucking his thumb. It was incredibly cute. He has tried, but not managed to get his thumb back in his mouth since. And I haven't decided what I think about it. It sure is cute. But it also is pretty unhygienic, given how often he (doesn't) washes his hands and how often his brother and sister touch his hands. Then there is the fact that I can't just take a thumb away like I can a pacifier.

So there you have it. But seriously, it's stuff like this that consumes my thoughts when my kid won't stop crying and I am trying to figure out how to make him stop.

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Connor: He loves his little brother so much and is always lavishing him with attention.  

Isla: Checking herself out in the mirror before leaving for ballet…which is kind of funny, given that she stares at herself in the mirror all through ballet. 

Callum: Just chilling, doing not much of anything, but all of us think he is awesome. 

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2016."

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Isla Said What {four}

I get the real deal, all the time. But, here's a little entertainment from Isla to get you through your Friday.


When I was three, I thought I would get my driver's license when I was four. 


Mama, I love the blue sky. 


I love my stuffed animals. I love to cuddle them. I love to kiss them. I love to put bandaids on them when they hurt themselves. 


I wish every day was Friday, so I could have show and tell everyday. 


Mama, we're lucky because we have three kids. 


Isla: Mommy, am I invited to your 60th birthday?
Me: Yes.
Isla: Will you have goodie bags?


Callum, do you love when I cuddle with you?


There's also a lot of talk about best friends, poop and kitties around here. Like I said, entertainment all the time. Making it even better, she isn't even trying to be entertaining.

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Babywearing For The Win

 

The other day was one of those days…a day that had me questioning myself over and over. Callum literally screamed his head off for hours. The type of screams where a whole baby's body goes stiff and that cuts deep into the mind of a concerned mother. He wouldn't nurse. I was concerned. I also became engourged and had to pump for the first time. Finally, after hours and hours, I put him in the sling and managed to get him to sleep. He conked out for hours and thankfully woke up hungry and ate very well. I am still not sure what all that was about, but it certainly had me concerned. It also made me remember how much of a lifesaver baby wearing is when babies are little, your arms are tired and they only want to be held close. Oh, and it totally felt wonderful to have a little human squished up against me.

On a side note, my sling and I are still getting acquainted, but I figure I will never learn if I don't try. This time I tried a different way to carry him and felt much more confident about it. Now to figure out how to not have the back all bunched together while I wear it.

 

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Connor: He can't walk past a dandelion. He always picks them, then blows them everywhere, "to plant more flowers mom." 

Isla: Always beating to her own drum, as her teacher would say. 

Callum: Tummy time. I tend to want to make pictures with lamp lighting into black and whites because I don't like the color. But I liked this. I like that it reminds me of calm late evenings. The older kids in bed and just spending time with my baby. 

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Déjà Vu

The other day, the kids wouldn't stop bickering, so Ian sent them to their rooms for some quiet time. They both sat at their doors talking to each other, playing. Pretty quickly, they were sitting together, in the middle of the hallway, playing. It reminded me of my own childhood. I remember my parents getting tired of my brothers and I fighting, sending us to our rooms. And we too would sit in our doorways, talking to each other, passing toys back and forth. Sibling relationships are quite the funny thing. But if the relationship between these two turn out anything like my older brother and I, everything will be fine.

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