Sunday morning:
8:15am- Wake up late because Judah was a little sleep-less last night. Panic a little because church starts in 45 minutes. Yikes!
8:17am Thank the Lord for such a wonderful husband who recognizes when I don't get a lot of sleep and lets me sleep in. Will go to 11:15am service
9:00am Take a shower...a few moments completely ALONE. Ahhhh.
9:45am Give Malone a bath while I'm blow drying my hair. Not looking forward to the "we have to wash your hair" struggle that is about to ensue.
10:00am The hair-washing struggle occurs. After screaming bloody murder while I'm rinsing her hair, I ask her, in an effort to distract her, if she's laughing and she says yes and smiles. Apparently the screaming was all drama.
10:45am Go through the Starbucks drive-thru. Many thanks to Linda Kotby for our Starbucks gift cards.
***This is where it gets interesting****
11:05am Malone falls asleep in the car on the way to church. Oh no!
11:15am Arrive at church. What to do with sleeping Malone?? Decide to try to transport her inside while still sleeping. Hopefully she'll sleep on our laps?
11:16am Plan foiled when she wakes up and looks semi-awake and happy. Happy enough for nursery?
11:20am Not happy/awake enough for nursery. Cameron stays with her for a minute to reduce the screaming/crying.
11:35am Cameron returns looking worried. She was crying so hard. Promise to check on her in 10 minutes. People behind us annoyed with us whispering to each other back and forth.
11:45am "Operation spy mom" in place. Mission: check on Malone in nursery without her seeing me. FAIL.
11:48am Play with Malone in her nursery room . Meet a uber cute couple working in her class.
12:00pm Mention the idea of her staying in there while Mom goes to give Judah some lunch. The mere mention caused floodgate of tears and anxiety. Brilliant idea REJECTED.
12:01pm Panicked Cameron walks in with a crying Judah. Why? 1) Judah's first poo blow out 2) Poo went all over his back and clothes. 3) Cameron tried to change Judah's diaper in the men's restroom. Judah peed all over himself. 4) Judah is wet and has poo every where.
12:03pm Maybe we should just go home. Can we have a Sunday morning redo?
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
I am learning...
Love is patient. When I'm in a desperate hurry and Malone is taking FOR- EV-ER to put on her shoes. Love is patient.
Love is kind. It anticipates the delight of my 2 year old when I say that I want to color with her.
It does not envy. It does not want in my kids or husband that which they will never possess. They are who they are.
It does not boast. Love does not magnify its sacrifices or hardships in an effort to "win" some sort of "life is harder for me than you" game.
It is not proud. It realizes that it is not because of how inherently great I am that my kids are so wonderful.
It is not rude. It is considerate.
It is not self- seeking. Love realizes that some phases of life is more about the needs of the babies than about the desires of the mom. A time will come when a Barnes & Noble reading afternoon is easily achieved.
It is not easily angered. When Judah is FINALLY asleep and Malone runs around being silly and jovial and inevitably wakes him up, love keeps its cool and does not fly off the handle.
It keeps no record of wrongs. It doesn't remember how many times I've been spit up on. It doesn't remember the words said to me in a moment of frustration. It doesn't remember how many times I've changed a poopy diaper today.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in truth. Love delights in the flowering of truth in my family.
It always protects. Love moves toys I know a little one will trip on and then teaches the little one to put away toys.
Always trusts. It trusts that a husband will always see his wife.
Always hopes. It believes that my family will demonstrate love to others.
Always perseveres. Love carries on. It persists. It keeps going. And going. And going. And when it wants to stop, when it's tired, dirty, sore and hungry, it keeps going.
Love never fails.
Love is kind. It anticipates the delight of my 2 year old when I say that I want to color with her.
It does not envy. It does not want in my kids or husband that which they will never possess. They are who they are.
It does not boast. Love does not magnify its sacrifices or hardships in an effort to "win" some sort of "life is harder for me than you" game.
It is not proud. It realizes that it is not because of how inherently great I am that my kids are so wonderful.
It is not rude. It is considerate.
It is not self- seeking. Love realizes that some phases of life is more about the needs of the babies than about the desires of the mom. A time will come when a Barnes & Noble reading afternoon is easily achieved.
It is not easily angered. When Judah is FINALLY asleep and Malone runs around being silly and jovial and inevitably wakes him up, love keeps its cool and does not fly off the handle.
It keeps no record of wrongs. It doesn't remember how many times I've been spit up on. It doesn't remember the words said to me in a moment of frustration. It doesn't remember how many times I've changed a poopy diaper today.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in truth. Love delights in the flowering of truth in my family.
It always protects. Love moves toys I know a little one will trip on and then teaches the little one to put away toys.
Always trusts. It trusts that a husband will always see his wife.
Always hopes. It believes that my family will demonstrate love to others.
Always perseveres. Love carries on. It persists. It keeps going. And going. And going. And when it wants to stop, when it's tired, dirty, sore and hungry, it keeps going.
Love never fails.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
My husband, the chef
Cameron has started cooking. Just in time for me to have a baby and have no interest/time for things like cooking.A few things you should know about Cameron's cooking:
1. He doesn't start with beginner dishes like scrambled eggs or spaghetti. He starts with Braised Chicken with Sausage and Peppers where he cuts up a whole chicken...I've never even done that. Or this....
Yes, my friends that is Prime Rib2. He uses tools like a blow torch.
3. He is KILLING my grocery budget. If his recipe asks for Fleur de Sal, a fairly gourmet, hard to find, French sea salt, that is what we have to use. Table salt will not do. My full belly tells me not to question him, my wallet says otherwise.
4. He cleans as he goes and leaves the kitchen nice and clean. I'm not sure what else to say about this. He's a dream.
5. He looks really good in the kitchen.
When my in-laws (hi Jay & Claire!!) were here recently, Claire's birthday was a cause worthy of a celebration. Cameron and his faithful assistant (or was it the other way around?), his dad, made us all a feast. Blow torch Prime Rib, Horseradish cream, Creamed Spinach, and even dessert, a banana bread pudding that would make you blush. Yummm! My mouth is watering just thinking about it.
What will be on the menu this week?
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Malone's 2nd birthday!
We made it one more year! Malone is now officially two! Can you believe it? It seems just like yesterday that we were waiting for HER to be born.
We did, indeed, celebrate her birthday, way back when I was still pregnant. It was only 6 days before Judah was born, but we celebrated our little hearts out in anyways. She STILL talks about her birthday party . She says, "something, something, something, HAPPY, something, something, MESS" (you'll see why in a little bit).
Without further adieu (or is it ado, as in "Much ado about nothing"...10 points for someone who knows that reference)...Malone's 2nd birthday!
*We decided to decorate cookies with the kids. Here's her friends, Carter, Bubba (Leighton), Eva and Malone all getting their decorating gear on...or lack there of.
Apparently, I'm quite bossy. Yeah, you like that belly shot too, eh?
And the mess begins.
Like mother like daughter?
This is seriously only the beginning...by the end, I think the kids ate more icing than cookies, and used the icing to paint their pretty little faces. It was AWESOME!
My pride and joy of the party, besides my little 2 year old princess. I worked really hard on this little puppy...errr...monkey. Malone still talks about the monkey cake. I'm so glad that she loved it as much as I did.
She was a little nervous about the fire.
But loved opening the presents.
It was a rockin' party.
We did, indeed, celebrate her birthday, way back when I was still pregnant. It was only 6 days before Judah was born, but we celebrated our little hearts out in anyways. She STILL talks about her birthday party . She says, "something, something, something, HAPPY, something, something, MESS" (you'll see why in a little bit).
Without further adieu (or is it ado, as in "Much ado about nothing"...10 points for someone who knows that reference)...Malone's 2nd birthday!
*We decided to decorate cookies with the kids. Here's her friends, Carter, Bubba (Leighton), Eva and Malone all getting their decorating gear on...or lack there of.
Apparently, I'm quite bossy. Yeah, you like that belly shot too, eh?
And the mess begins.
Like mother like daughter?
This is seriously only the beginning...by the end, I think the kids ate more icing than cookies, and used the icing to paint their pretty little faces. It was AWESOME!
My pride and joy of the party, besides my little 2 year old princess. I worked really hard on this little puppy...errr...monkey. Malone still talks about the monkey cake. I'm so glad that she loved it as much as I did.
She was a little nervous about the fire.
But loved opening the presents.
It was a rockin' party.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
The songstress
All of a sudden, Malone has become incredibly interested in music. She wants to sing with me CONSTANTLY and she surprises me every day by what songs she knows and how quickly she learns new ones. Ahhh, she's the greatest!
And here's a little shout-out to the Oumas.
And here's a little shout-out to the Oumas.
Judah - Week 2
I have just a few moments while both kids are asleep and I am not. Sorry my updates have been a bit sporadic, I'm trying to adjust to our new "normal" and free time, means, "sleep time".Mr. Schaefer's 2 week check up was this week. Here's his new stats.
Weight: 8lbs
Height: 20 inches
Head size: I can't remember, but all indications point to brilliancy.
Sleep: I couldn't ask for a better sleeper
Eat: A great eater...although he takes after his mama and he likes to snack
Sociability: He loves his big sister. But gets a bit fussy around other people, especially around the hours of 7:30-9:30pm. I totally understand, sometimes, I get a bit fussy around other people too.
Pooper: GREAT! Although he is a bit of a trickster. He takes the opportunity to wait to "finish" his business until right after I change him. Oy!
Isn't he amazing?!
Monday, February 1, 2010
1 Week
In the past week we have ...
- Gone through 3 containers of baby wipes
- Been peed on 6 times (turns out little boys are MUCH different than little girls)
- Cleaned the couch 4 times. The first three was because of the above mentioned incidents. The 4th was because a certain little munchkin girl drew a masterpiece of art on it.
- Realized that a king size bed is perfect for midnight when all 4 of our family members end up in our bed.
- Washed 7 loads of laundry
- Enjoyed endless baby kisses
- Introduced Judah to my in-laws
- Took Judah to church for the first time, he apparently was bored.
- Took Malone and Judah to the park.
- Felt so incredibly thankful for my husband. My heart is overwhelmed with gratitude.
- Got to take a nap twice while the babies were both asleep. Ahhhh, quiet.
- Gone through 4 packs of diapers between Malone and Judah
- Watched as my husband and father-in-law made banana bread pudding. It was a sight to see.
- Relished every minute with my new little family of 4.
Ps: For the safety and comfort of my dad, father-in-law and any other unsuspecting males (or females for that matter) who read this blog, I will not be posting the details publicly. :) If you want to hear Judah's amazing birth story, please email me at marelize.schaefer@gmail.com.
- Gone through 3 containers of baby wipes
- Been peed on 6 times (turns out little boys are MUCH different than little girls)
- Cleaned the couch 4 times. The first three was because of the above mentioned incidents. The 4th was because a certain little munchkin girl drew a masterpiece of art on it.
- Realized that a king size bed is perfect for midnight when all 4 of our family members end up in our bed.
- Washed 7 loads of laundry
- Enjoyed endless baby kisses
- Introduced Judah to my in-laws
- Took Judah to church for the first time, he apparently was bored.
- Took Malone and Judah to the park.
- Felt so incredibly thankful for my husband. My heart is overwhelmed with gratitude.
- Got to take a nap twice while the babies were both asleep. Ahhhh, quiet.
- Gone through 4 packs of diapers between Malone and Judah
- Watched as my husband and father-in-law made banana bread pudding. It was a sight to see.
- Relished every minute with my new little family of 4.
Ps: For the safety and comfort of my dad, father-in-law and any other unsuspecting males (or females for that matter) who read this blog, I will not be posting the details publicly. :) If you want to hear Judah's amazing birth story, please email me at marelize.schaefer@gmail.com.
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