From the mouth of a Stella

Matt spent a week out of town for work so I've been alone with the kids this week (other than the few nights with my sister that saved my sanity). I was looking for Stella and found her in her room underneath the blankets on her bed. I lifted the blanket and she smiled and held out the toy "daddy" from her doll house set. "Look Momma, it's a Daddy! I see my Daddy tomorrow? My big Daddy? I miss him."

Yesterday she picked a dandelion from the yard and was sniffing it as I was putting her in her car seat. "Does it smell good?" I asked her. "Yep. Mmmm." "What does it smell like?" "It smells like my NOSE! And BOOGERS!"

we've been busy doing busy things. like moving. and unpacking. [again]. painting. organizing. paying bills. cleaning. and trying to stay dry from the rain. but we're making it out of this dark tunnel and into the sunshine.

i'll try to remember to blog. since i've totally slacked on the baby books and i want these memories to be documented.

but with wyatt on the move (and fast!) it's a full time job- wrangling.

my girl is 2 and a half and wy is 9 months already!

wy can say/do "so big" "daddaa" "bababa"  and we are working on clapping. he can pull himself up, crawl, sit- up. he's very social, cuddly, and laid back.

stella is such a sweet girl. she dotes on her brother. she reads me books. she loves playing outside. and we're still working on potty training.

Six.

happy love month.

From the mouth of a Stella

Stella's playing on the bed and I hear a thud.

Me:"are you okay?"
Stella: "yeah I otay."
Me: " are you sure?"
Stella: "yeah, I positute."


I'm getting ready and I ask Stella to give Wyatt a toy.

"nope."
"what did you say."

I hear footsteps going towards the stairs.

"where are you going?"
"I go on time out"

My teething boy.

Wyatt is working on his second tooth (in the same week). I caught some happy moments (which have been few and far between for the past couple of days). He is also not sleeping. But I still love him.

Of runny noses and sleepless nights.

I woke up this morning feeling like my head was on the verge of exploding, looked next to me at my wide awake 5 month old and wondered how he got into my bed. Oh yeah, after the 8th time of him waking up in the night, and me tripping over the dog for the 5th time, and trying to fall back to sleep with Matt's snoring, I gave up.

Wyatt and I are sharing a head cold. It's convenient. We both sleep like crap and the cycle is never ending. Matt doesn't wake up in the night (ever, he claims he just 'doesn't hear him'). I'm on the verge of hiring a night nanny.

On a happier note, my girl isn't sick (knock on wood) and she's been in a good mood today.

Probably because I've been giving her an endless supply of Toy Story fruit snacks, but you do what you gotta do, right?