Allan took the girls camping last night. They met up with grandma and grandpa at the lake. I’m home with just the little two today. It’s been so quiet and so easy!
These pictures are all from yesterday. I haven’t picked up my camera today. All I’ve done today is nursed Ember, made Payson food, changed diapers, played with the kids (silly songs and finger rhymes, mostly) and sat with Payson on the couch while he watched TV and I nursed Ember and fell asleep. lol. I’ve had a couple almost sleepless nights this week and am a walking zombie. Not to mention the headache. I had no idea sleep deprivation was what was causing my migraines during the last year but now I have noticed a 100% correlation. Less than 7 hours of sleep = terrible migraine.
I’m debating a Costco trip today. I am feeling in the scrapbooking mood lately and want to print some pictures! I am horrible at making blog books because it takes me SO long! I can scrapbook a page in like five minutes. Not to mention the ONLY photobook program I like is Picaboo and they’re super expensive. They start at $30 for only 20 pages and then are a dollar a page!
I don’t know if that’s expensive to you but it is to me! lol
Yesterday I was up early so I went outside to say goodbye to Allan. The mornings in March are glorious. The cool air, the crisp morning smell, the birds chirping. My favorite part of the day. Well, ok, 8pm after the kids are in bed is my favorite. Morning is a close second.
Payson’s diet is confusing me lately. I have no idea what I’m doing with him. His diaper situation (I won’t talk poo in detail for your sake) has been bad and I’m feeling despair about how to heal him. I don’t know what to do! I can destroy him emotionally, in an already fragile state, or continue to harm him physically with damage to his gut. I’m so sad about having to make these choices and follow through with him. I feel sorry for myself a lot having to be his mother. haha. I love my little boy but the food stress he brings to my life is way too much for me to handle.
Except I handle it, and I’m probably a better person for it so I suppose God knows what he was doing giving me a child with these problems.
All I want is my little boy to be healthy. And that’s just not happening. He’s either depressed, feeling deprived and neglected, or having diarrhea because I let him have a few normal foods. There’s no win-win situation possible that I can see in the near future.
I made Sierra some clay to roll into letters for Kindergarten. We’re learning about letters t, c, and u this week. I do these types of things with her because they’re fun but I always laugh a bit inside as I do. She’s known her letters since she was two (names and sounds) and has been able to read for months now. She’s learning all kinds of spelling tricks and how to read bigger words all the time. Yet I’m teaching her letters. haha! But, even though she’s smart I really don’t want her to miss out on the super fun Kindergarten stuff. And I’m SO glad I am including all the Kindergarten stuff that she already knows because she has a blast doing those activities. And Brooklyn does, too!
You aren’t going to believe this… the girls played with that clay (recipe at bottom of post) for at least four hours! They were having the best time ever with it! I was shocked.
Meanwhile… me and Payson were playing all kinds of fun games together. His favorite of the day was when we were having adventures with shoe and the cookie cutter.
See, we were singing some songs together and then he was pretending to drive this truck-shaped cookie cutter around. I grabbed the thing closest to me, his shoe, and started to talk to his cookie cutter with it.
He lit up (he loves imaginative play) and we had a little conversation. At one point shoe (who I was playing with) asked cookie cutter (Payson’s toy) what he wanted to do and cookie cutter said, “Fly.” Which is so funny if you know Payson because he’ll often come up to me holding a toy out to talk to me and when I ask the toy what it’s doing Payson will look at it, notice it’s hovering in the air (in his hands), and reply, “Flying.”
So cookie cutter wanted to fly. So shoe and cookie cutter flew all around the house together and ended up in Brooklyn’s room. They had lots of fun in Brooklyn’s room. They ate food (math counters), they put on clothes (sleeves from an old onesie of Ember’s), they took naps (even pulled the blankets up high to keep warm) and built homes for themselves (out of legos).
There were about a million hilarious things Payson said while we played but this has been way too long so I’ll just write those in a notebook. haha
These counters were food, then poop, then bottles, then a tower… my kids love these counters so much. I have no idea why because they’re boring little squares to me, but they could play with them for hours.
After playing with Payson for quite a while I went to peek in at the girls. Thinking, surely they couldn’t still be playing with clay.
But they were. They were playing all sorts of creative things. One thing Sierra had built was a snowman. The girls have been a bit obsessed with snow talk since our little trip to the mountains the other day and Brooklyn’s snowboarding trip.
Sierra had accidentally squished her snowman right before this picture. Which is so sad because it was an adorable little snowman before it’s “death.”
Brooklyn, seeing Sierra’s snowman, got to work on one of her own.
The thing they played the most all day was that their littlest petshop animals were knights saving their queen and king. The clay was their armor.
Those above were Brook’s and these below are Sierra’s.
Brooklyn finished her snowman.
Where was Ember during this day? In my arms, or sitting nearby playing with toys or… reading books. I gave her books to look at for the first time yesterday. I tell her stories very often but never by reading books. She loves when I tell her stories (her favorite is Little Red Riding Hood) but I realized not once have I sat down with a book with her.
She doesn’t take after her big brother and sit and listen intently while I read the book. She takes after her big sisters and lunges, open mouthed, for the delicious treat I’m holding out.
I could tell she loved chewing on the book more than her toys. She was making slurping sounds she was so into consuming that cardboard. haha
My toe walker was nearby.
And then Brooklyn asked, like she does a hundred times a day, if she could hold Ember. I wanted to say no, like I always want to say, because Ember was very happy playing and every single time Brooklyn picks her up Ember gets crazy cranky. But being nice and wanting to nurture Brooklyn’s motherly instinct I said yes.
Sierra was reading the book that Ember had been playing with.
Brooklyn was being crazy.
Ember kept looking at me with this expression that I could tell she was so happy I was in the room but she really wanted me to save her. haha
She always watches Brooklyn in an overwhelmed stupor when she’s in her arms.
Ember kept fussing and fussing and I was going to take her away but Brooklyn said, “Oh baby do you need a bottle?”
And then she tried to brush her hair.
And that’s the problem with Brooklyn holding Ember. Brooklyn thinks of Ember as a toy. She really couldn’t care less if Ember is having a good time or happy. I show her all the time how to treat Ember when she’s holding her but she doesn’t want to treat her like a real baby.
I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing letting her hold Ember a little bit every day. Ember hates it and I’ll take Ember when she gets fussy. I figure that’s all good. I don’t want to never give Brooklyn a chance to hold her sister since she asks all day long. But then Ember hates it SO MUCH so I don’t know if it’s mean of me to allow it for any amount of time.
And it might sound like Brooklyn doesn’t have any feelings about Ember as a person but that’s not true. She adores Ember and is very sweet to Ember when Ember’s not in her arms. But I don’t know what changes the second she’s holding her. She just wants to play doll at that point. And that’s not to say she isn’t sweet, because she’s still loving, she just doesn’t pay attention to what Ember wants, only what she wants to play with Ember.
I think once Ember’s older it will actually be a great thing because Brooklyn does things like creates an entire nursery in the living room with all kinds of baby “stations” (like toys and coloring and stuff) and then asks me if she can take Ember from station to station. She even included a napping area. haha
So at 6 months old it’s not very good but I imagine when Ember’s a year old she’s going to love that type of play.
I’m talking a lot today. I’m sorry, I’m just letting my mind wander. haha
I always think my kids are cute but some days their cuteness just overwhelms me.
Yesterday was one of those days. They are just so dang cute. I gathered them together to take a picture.
And for some odd reason they were all super smiley!
I took like thirty pictures and Ember smiled in 3/4 of them. These few were by far the cutest of the older three but unfortunately Ember wasn’t smiling in them. I tried to clone her in but it wasn’t working so… she’s looking mellow. Oh well.
I took this of Brooklyn making Ember laugh. Ember, out of Brooklyn’s arms, loves her big sister so much!
Payson is in the other room yelling knock knock jokes at me.
All of his jokes are the same:
Payson: “Knock, knock!”
Me: “Who’s there?”
Payson: “Carrot.” (or some other food)
Me: “Carrot who?”
Here’s the homemade play dough recipe:
2 cups flour
2 cups water
1 cup salt
2 TB Vegetable Oil
1 TB Cream of Tartar
Put all ingredients in sauce pan. Stir on medium heat. (You will stir for quite a while and when it starts to thicken it’s difficult and your arm will get veeery tired!)
When a ball forms dump the dough out onto the counter and knead for a couple minutes. Let cool for a few minutes and you’re done!