I don’t sit down anymore. Not really. (Except when I am at work, then I sit for several blessed hours). Even when I am sort of sitting on the floor with the kids I am not stationary for long because I have to retrieve Mars at regular intervals from getting into things.
Mostly though, we walk a lot. I strap the kids in the double stroller (which has been a sanity preserver for sure) and we walk around and around town.
I wear a fitbit (which I love, except the kids are obsessed with it. Max wants to play with it and Mars wants to eat it). I still don’t always make that 10,000 steps a day every day, but often I get to 8000 and have gotten as high as 12000. Because of this, that darn baby weight that wasn’t budging is finally vacating and I’m within five pounds or so of my prebaby weight (though many many more situps and squats are required to find my way back to my prebaby shape).
Weight loss has been the only upside of all of that activity and busyness. Mostly, it’s exhausting . Hence the lack of blogging for so long because I just never ever seem to have time to sit still long enough to write anything down when I still have the brain power to think of anything to say—it’s taken me days to finish this post.
The impetus for all this drama, in addition simply now having two mobile and busy children, is that we have temporarily moved out of our house due to some remodeling and into a rental that is not particularly child friendly. It is furnished, which is nice because we didn’t have to move our stuff, though the furniture in the rental seems to have been chosen entirely based on aesthetics rather than comfort. If I do manage to sit it is not at all comfortable.
The eat-in kitchen has these obnoxious stools at a high table that one can really just sort of perch precariously on while shoving food down. There is a formal dining room in which every surface is white and glass, and thus we have gated off from the childen, along with a huge amount of pointy edged furniture, glass knickknacks and poisonous cleaning supplies, of which the owner of the condo seems to be very fond. It’s also long and skinny, so I get lots of exercise going up and down the hall for things.
The move was tough on everyone’s sleep, and ironically now that we are almost done with it Max is finally starting to settle down. In the very beginning there was about a week of him flat out refusing to sleep, with his bedtime getting later and later and eventually him only sleeping in the master bed with one of us (it started out being me but that bed is murder on my back so now he sleeps with his dad and I sleep in the other bedroom with the baby). We have finally managed to get bedtime under control, as long as I stay in the room with him while he falls asleep. Sometimes he still sleeps in the Master bed, but other days he asks to sleep in his crib, which is in the same room.
We went a week or two without him taking a nap which drove me insane. He would bounce all around and pop back up 18 times while we wasted 2 hours. For awhile I just gave up and took the boys places all day and stopped trying, but yesterday and today by some miracle Max not only took a nap but Mars slept AT THE SAME TIME. Amazing.
We have been trying to have lots of adventures, since Max starts preschool in a couple of weeks and I won’t have as much time with him. Again, thank God for the double stroller, and that they both like it (which is kind of weird since as a baby Max hated strollers). We have been to the zoo, the children’s museum, many parks, the library, barnes and noble, an embarrassing number of trips to the local bakery, and more. Max and I get very bored in the condo, so it’s best to just get out of there.
Poor Mars frequently does not get very good naps as I drag him all over town, but the trade-off would be to be stuck at home most of the day and we just can’t do that right now. He’s mostly pretty good natured about it and sleeps in the stroller and the car rather well.
We four have also been having adventures on the weekends, and have been to Orcas Island and Whidbey Island in the past couple of weeks.
It’s been so hot and so crazy that getting away, even for the day, is so satisfying and helpful.
Mars, at nearly 9 months has been worrying me with his weight. My previously chunk baby (M affectionately called him “roast beef”) went from the 75th percentile at 4 months old, to 25th at 8 months. He is still not a big fan of solids at all. Occasionally I can get him to eat a couple of ounces, but often his mouth is closed for business after a bite or two.
Usually he isn’t a big fan of bottles either, though on Tuesday he ran through most of my freezer supply and I’m having trouble catching up. It seems that whenever I have a drop in weight I also have a drop in milk supply. Can’t win. He is still extremely allergic to eggs—if I have something with even a tiny bit of egg in it he breaks out in a terrible rash that takes a week or more to go away and there are eggs in everything. Eating out often causes a breakout. It seems like maybe I can get away with a little dairy though, and I am not sure about nuts so I mostly avoid them for now.
Max is very into songs and stories right now. He is constantly asking me to sing him a song, but will dictate curious details. For example, I will sing “the itsy bitsy spider” and then he will ask me to sing it about a red spider, and then orange, and then green, and then the red and orange spiders who race…. Makes for interesting songs for sure. He keeps asking me for “oatmeal song” but I never remember the song I made up the previous time. M is way better at coming off with songs that make sense and rhyme off the cuff. Often at bedtime I sing him “Goodnight my someone” from the Music Man. I tried adding “oatmeal” to that song, but he said, “that not oatmeal song! That goodnight song!” oops, sorry.