Bribing Children with...Edamame?

I love my girls.  They drive me absolutely crazy sometimes, but my family is my world and I love how, at the end of the day, I always have little amusing stories to tell my husband (alongside the horror stories).  And, occasionally, I just have these moments where I stop and think, "Did that just really happen?"  For example:

1.  Cecilia has been asking for peas ever since she saw a Curious George episode where he ate them.  I keep forgetting to buy any because I NEVER buy peas because, well....they're gross.  I gag at the smell of them.  (The only person who beats me hands down in their dislike for them is my brother.  He won't even eat vegetable soup because he says that it infects the rest of the can.  My husband loves them and has been kind enough to not nag me about buying them.)  Fortunately, I found out today that what she calls "peas" are actually edamame.  I bought some today and she was psyched.  So, today, I managed to bribe my girls into eating their dinner by offering more "peas" as they ate.  What???  Why have I been buying so many fruit snacks?

2.  Cecilia has also decided to be a great helper in disciplining her younger sister.  Anna took milk into the living room the other day which is "no-no" in our house (don't judge my analness).  I was in the bathroom when I heard Cecilia tell her "no, Anna, milk in the kitchen only" and then proceeded to count to 3 giving her due warning of impending punishment for her milk crime.  Anna, as she does with me, ignored Cecilia so Cecilia promptly gave her a time-out.  It was funny...but I did have to explain to Cecilia that only mom and dad discipline them.  I'm also glad that my mini-me didn't sound like a mean mom. 

3.  Anna pretty much chose to not talk for a long time.  In the last couple of months, she has really picked up a lot of words and found the benefit of communicating beyond grunting.  But, she isn't even two yet so there is no filter there.  She chased me through the Norfolk airport a couple of weeks ago shouting "Poop!" because she needed her diaper changed.  So glad that she learned that word before "please."

Counting Down

Part of the fun of subsequent pregnancies is that you start to look full term about two months before your due date.  Your body just reaches that point where it says, “yeah, I remember this and I’m not going to fight it anymore” and no amount of holding in your belly will make it look any different (as if that were an option…).  It’s the point where complete strangers start questioning your due date and look shocked when they find out that it is not next week and the point where your countdown changes so it doesn’t SEEM like 2 months away.  Because the other added benefit is that you FEEL full term also.  So, my countdown goes something like this:

I’m 32.5 weeks now.  In 1 week, we leave for a week at the beach with family.  We are looking forward to it and I think the girls will LOVE it.  And, being vacation, it will pass much more quickly than it should so that by the time that we get back, I will be roughly 35 weeks.  At that point, it will only be 2 weeks until I’m technically full term and I can go day to day believing that any day could be the day.

For me, the one thing that hasn’t changed from child to child is the excitement.  The growth of a baby in utero is so amazing.  Carrying this growing child inside of me and feeling it move and kick (even if it is my ribs, hips, etc.) has always made me smile.  But all of this pales in comparison to that moment when he/she is born, put on your chest, and you see them for the first time.  We have no idea how we will manage three small children, but I just don’t think that is something that you can prepare for.  We just have a few final details to sort out—like the baby’s name and what to do with our girls if I go into labor more than 1.5 weeks early and my mom is NOT in town*.  Minor stuff really. 

*Did you know that some people choose to have their kids in the room WITH them when they deliver?  I was surprised when our pediatrician told me that (not that it was recommended, mind you).  I'm sure that I'm not alone when I say "thank you" to my mom for never doing that.

What Pinterest has Done for Me Lately

When I first checked out pinterest.com, I didn’t really get the draw.  People (ah, primarily women) LOVE this site.  I wasn’t getting it…until I started seeing some recipes on there that I wanted to try and when I went back to find them, it was impossible.  So….I signed up for an account.  I’m still a very casual user and while I have many boards, I really only care about two things:  food and kids. 

The food—so many junk food recipes out there.  But what I have found it how this one site has linked me to so many awesome food blogs.  Through this route, I have found an AWESOME recipe for Daal with Golden Lentils and Coconut Milk.  I love this blog—I’m not a big meat eater and she has all kinds of yummy vegetarian and fish recipes that I want to try at some point.  I will say that I didn’t alter this recipe at all which is unusual for me.  I’ve made it twice—once serving a tomato/cucumber/onion salad with cumin salt, the other time serving it with cumin roasted chicken (recipes to follow).  Next time, I’m making a double batch and freezing half so that I can eat it whenever I want.  Have I mentioned that I love this recipe?  If you are curious, it was her masala chai recipe that I found on pinterest.  I haven’t tried it yet but will once my allowable caffeine intake is a little more relaxed. 

Kids’ activities are big on pinterest.  I’m always looking for manageable activities that I can do with toddlers.  Honestly, a lot of what I find wears me out just reading about it so I know that there is no way that I will actually do them.  But, I did find this activity—it is a giant water sensory bag.  (Link here)  Tarp, duct tape, water hose, done.  It was a super popular pin and thought, “now this is something that I can handle that I think my kids will actually enjoy and requires little facilitation on my part.  Perfect.”  The girls loved it, specifically Cecilia.  My only mistake was not getting a thick enough tarp.  Once I looked back on her site, I realized that she used 3.5 mil which would have been perfect.  I ended up with only 1 mil, but doubled it up—worked but we did end up putting some holes in it before it was all over. 

Cecilia loved hopping from one end to the next.....



And then flopping down on her belly or back.





Anna took a bit more convincing but played for a little bit, enjoying the cool water.

Overall, a success and a great way to burn some afternoon time on a warm day.  

Anna the Jumping Banana

Anna never ceases to amaze me with the rapid development of her gross and fine motor skills.  She also scares me because she has NO FEAR.  So much so that I actually get comments from other moms at the park.  I guess they are a little surprised to see an 18 month old swinging from a bar like a monkey, laughing her head off or trying to climb the horizontal ladder that she has no business trying to tackle.  (Seriously, this girl keeps me busy trying to keep her in one piece.)  Recently, she has been working on her trampoline jumping.  I was impressed one week so I took this video:

But….here she is only a week later (give it a few seconds—she was distracted by Cecilia in the beginning). 

Love this girl!

The Sickness Spreadeth

On Friday night, Cecilia woke up sick.  She managed to empty her stomach all over her bed which is always fun.  After cleaning her and her bed up, she went back to bed and woke up the next morning completely normal with an appetite.  Ok, I think, perhaps it was just something that she ate....

Then we had an awesome Easter, celebrating our risen Lord with family, friends, and way more food than necessary.  Having disinfected the house and having a healthy family, I felt ok that we weren't infecting all of our guests.  And then....on Sunday night, Anna wakes up.  Repeat Friday night.  She goes back to sleep and wakes up normal with an appetite.  What the?  Kids always amaze me with their ability to cope with illness.  (As an example, a couple months ago, Cecilia had a horrible double ear infection and I had NO IDEA--no fever, no complaints--until she woke up screaming one night.)  But, when I am amazed the most is when I actually get what they had....which is what happened today. 

After getting hardly any sleep from the nausea, I woke up to find my husband sick as well.  And not just the same--way worse off than me.  But, no worries.  We already had a babysitter scheduled for this morning.  And then.....SHE. GOT. SICK.  Needless to say, we spent the day watching entirely too much television and I currently have the theme song to Dora the Explorer in my head. 

So....I just have to go ahead an apologize to our guests if any of our guests got sick.  No fun.  At least now I feel a little less guilty about all of the candy that I ate. 

To Nap Again....Someday

When my Anna was born, I swore that when she was born I also delivered my ability to take a nap.  It was gone—I would be exhausted but could not sleep because I could not settle my mind down.  Well, with my third pregancy, the ability to nap has returned.  But what I have noticed is that this is not a good thing because I typically wake up grumpier than before I took the nap.  ????  But, the fatigue makes it hard to resist getting a quick nap if I have the opportunity.

Today, I had the kids all day.  We had a laid back morning and met my husband for lunch.  When they went down for their nap (or “quiet time” in Cecilia’s case as I cannot remember the last time she napped regularly…), I laid down for just a little bit and woke up in a terrible mood.  I always feel bad for my kids when this happens and look for an opportunity to diffuse the situation.  Today:  trip to Trader Joe’s!

I love this store.  The strong love that I have for this store is driven by the fact that it is a short walk from my house.  It gives me the chance to load up the kids in a double stroller and take a walk, get some dinner, and get the kids free stickers.  It’s amazing what some sun, fresh air, and exercise can do for your mood.  Which is why I had the patience to color eggs with the girls after dinner. 

Coloring eggs is all that Cecilia has been able to talk about for WEEKS so I mustered up the courage to let go of my analness for a period of time and let them color it up.  It was not disappointing. 

Adding the final touches.  The stickers should make them extra fun to remove the shell.

I worried about doing it because the only person who will eat a hard boiled egg in this house is me.  No worries now because my brother will be utilizing them for an incredibly unhealthy but tasty treat for us on Easter.  My understanding is it involves deviled eggs and bacon made in cup form…

From A Square To A Circle

When we told people that we were pregnant with Anna, we received a lot of “you must be crazy!” looks.  I didn’t really understand why until I Anna reached the same age as Cecilia was when I got pregnant (they are 16.5 months apart).  So, on Christmas Eve, when that invisible line turned blue again, I was hesitant to tell many people.  Now that we are out of the first trimester and things are going well and I don’t feel like I will be sick FOREVER, the excitement has really set in.  Here is a pic* taken of our little peanut 6 weeks ago:

It always amazes me when I see that ultrasound the first time.  Since it is still early in the pregnancy, other than feeling terrible, there are not any other signs of pregnancy.  You are not showing, can’t feel the baby move, but you are always aware that there is this little baby growing inside of you.  And then, BAM!, there they are on the screen with their precious heart beating away.  I know this is baby #3 for us, but I still got tears in my eyes.  I don’t think that it is something that you become immune to.  I also breathed a sigh of relief that there was only one baby…. 

So here we go again!  Baby #3 is due to enter the world September 4^th and we couldn’t be happier to have another set of tiny feet running around our house and to have our family of 4 rounded out to a family of 5.  We are truly blessed!

*My husband says that our ultrasound pictures always look like a mysterious ship wreck, not a baby.  It is clearer on the screen, but my doctor was kind enough to label the different parts of the “ship” in hopes that we could at least make out part of the baby.  J