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When your third kid sleeps though the night…

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For the last three or so months, every night I’ve climbed into bed thinking “maybe tonight will be the night.” And every night at some point between the hours of 1 am and 3:30 am I’m up feeding Lincoln and thinking, “well, maybe tomorrow night…”

Then like magic it finally happened! Lincoln slept through the night!

The next night as Andy and I were getting ready for bed I was laughing thinking about the differences between the first, second, and third born kids.

When Rylee first slept through the night, she was just 6 weeks old. I remember waking up just after the normal wake up time wondering why she hadn’t cried out yet. After lying in bed for a few minutes and not hearing anything through the monitor, I panicked and I got up and went to make sure she was ok. Of course she was fine.

Fast forward about four years later. Reese slept through the night for the first time at about 10 weeks old. Again, I remember waking up just after her normal wake up time. Not hearing anything over the monitor I went back to sleep, tossing and turning as the night went on, occasionally waking to listen over the monitor.

Fast forward to present day. Lincoln is nearly 4 months old. Thursday night he slept through the night. And I realized it when my alarm went off on Friday morning.

Yup. Mom of the year right here! I never even stirred.

It happened two nights in a row, then he was up once again last night. I’m not expecting this to be an every night occurrence just yet, but I’m not gonna lie, I’m really looking forward to getting back into a regular thing with my good friend REM because it’s been far too long. IMG_8898.JPG

Thirty is…

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…Flossing my teeth more. No, still not daily but anything has got to be better than the few days leading up to a cleaning, right?

…Doing the dishes every night. I hate doing dishes.

…Drinking coffee with less creamer. Turns out I really DO like the taste of coffee.

…Fixing my hair instead of just pulling it back wet. Thank you short cut.

…Guiltlessly Letting go of things, and garbage, I know I don’t have time to worry about. I’m looking at you, drama.

…Embracing and appreciating my close friends, near and far. But wishing the far was also near.

…Being more mindful of what I put into my body. Turns out Brussels sprouts are delicious.

I rang in thirty a few months ago but it was more about being able to throw a big awesome party rather than an actual celebration of my birthday. The dirty thirty white trash bash will live on in infamy– and #KatsWTB on instagram. 

I know some people that make turning thirty this big, monumental, terrible thing. I’m just not that way. I didn’t stress about it. I love growing older. Life is pretty freaking amazing and it’s just going to continue getting better. Why not celebrate that?

Hey thirties, hey. Can’t wait to see what kind of awesome you hold.

And next year? Mark your calendars for the Dirty Thirty White Trash Bash, part DUH.

 

Yup. Let’s do this. #KatsWTB

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Oh boy! Lincoln at 3 months.

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Our sweet boy turned 3 months old on January 1. Hard to believe yet it feels like he’s been a part of our family forever. I still get the occasional “holy crap we have a SON” thing but less so than when he was first born.

No clue how much he weighs or how long he is. At his 2 month check he was 11 lbs., 12 oz. and his next appt is at 4 months. My best guess? 12-ish pounds.

Likes: me, the swing, chewing on his fists, hanging out on his changing table

Dislikes: napping for longer than 30-45 minutes unless he’s in the swing of course, eating from a bottle. {Homeboy is in for a rude awakening come Monday.}

He Rolled over for the first time on 12/30.

Giggles started on 1/3! Oh there’s nothing better than baby giggles. And cue the ridiculous, annoying antics to try and get him to do it as often as possible. {Sorry not sorry.}

Sleep: every night I go to sleep thinking “maybe tonight is the night he sleeps through” and then every night I snap awake at the sound of baby cries over the monitor. It is getting progressively better. He goes to bed about 7:30, give or take 30 minutes depending on when we sit down for dinner. He nurses then I put him in his crib. Usually without crying. There’s normally one wake up anywhere between 1 AM and 3:30 AM. I feed him and he goes right back in his crib. Then he wakes up again about 4:30/5:30. Not to eat though. So we end up in the living room where he falls back to sleep in the swing and I snooze on the couch until my alarm goes off for the day.

Overall now that he’s out of the “newborn” stage he’s a pretty happy baby. He’s perfectly content chilling in his bouncy seat or swing or playmat. He just wants to know you’re close.

He’s settled nicely into his role of third born and we really couldn’t imagine life without him, or before him.

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Back to School

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Today was officially back to school day in our house.

Rylee heading to first grade. Full day! and Reese heading back to daycare, only this year she will be full time in the two year old class.

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Rylee was a nervous/excited hybrid for her first day of first grade. Last week I took her in to find out who her teacher is for the year, look at her class list, check out her classroom and drop off her supplies. Her teacher is a mom of one of her daycare friends and her best friend is in her class. That helped ease the nerves a bit I think. She asked me to take her to school nonetheless.

We dropped Reese off first. Reese was super excited as we were walking in the door at daycare. She had even been cheering on the drive. But the second we walked into the drop-off room she froze up and wanted to be held. She laid her head on my shoulder and didn’t want to get down. I could tell she was right on the verge of tears. It was sweet and sad all at the same time. But cereal bar and banana to the rescue! Crisis averted. We kissed goodbye and as Ry & I walked out she was happily munching on her cereal bar.

As Rylee and I drove back to the school we chatted about the after school plan, since she will be riding a different bus than she did last year. She was clearly annoyed I kept bringing it up. I asked her if she was ok with me just dropping her off in the drop-off line and she asked that park and I walk her up to the school. I had to park across the street from the school and as we walked up, she held my hand. As soon as we got to the door of the school I asked if she was good or if she wanted me to walk with her all the way to her classroom. She asked me to walk all the way with her and I obliged. I mean, how many more years will she want me to do this, I thought. The second we walked in the school? She dropped my hand and walked 2 steps ahead of me. Ha, go figure.

I made sure she was settled in her room, threw her a high 5 and told her to have an awesome day. She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed tight.

This year is going to be pretty great.

 

My grossest parenting moment yet

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I officially had my grossest parenting moment a few weeks ago. One of those so gross you can’t believe this is real life/can’t help but laugh kind of moments.

Scene: watching Rylee’s TBall game, sitting in the grass eating Subway for dinner.

Keep in mind Reese has been potty training. Overall she does pretty well. So much so we’ve been a bit more brave when it comes to taking her out in public in chonies. But for whatever reason this night was not so awesome…

Oh yes, this is one of THOSE stories. I’m mostly noting it here so I can hold it against Reese when she gets older.

So there we are, sitting on the grass eating Subway. I’m just finishing up my sandwich, about to grab some chips when Reese stands up and proclaims, “I POOP!” Not a crazy thing to hear her say, that girls loves the porta-potties {harf!}. So I say to her, “You need to go potty, Reese?” And she responds with “NO I POOP!” and proceeds to motion toward her butt. Where I look and see the silhouette of something definitely poop-like through her leggings.

Oye.

Andy offers to take her to the car to get her changed, but he’s not done eating and I am, so I get up. At first I let her walk toward the car. It’s a pretty far walk and as we go along I see her leggings start to get…saggy.

We need to speed this up.

I pick her up, trying carefully not to put any pressure on her little bum. At some point during the longest walk to the car in the history of mankind she gets a little wiggly so I need to adjust her. I look down at my arm and sure enough my sweater cuff has poop on it.

Yup, the poop has soaked through her underwear. And pants. And onto my sweater.

Keep cool, Kat. Don’t panic. Hurry hurry to the car.

We finally get to the car. Thank goodness we keep extra towels back there! I have the foresight to take off her socks and shoes before we…proceed. I can’t decide if I want her to stand up or lie down.

So I won’t go into too much detail but trust me. It was…gross. So much so that I went through every single baby wipe in the diaper bag and still could have used a few more.

As for her pants and underwear? Yea, I put those bad boys in a plastic bag with the wipes, picking them up like a dog walker picks up dog poop in the park, and that bag went straight into the outside garbage when we got home.

STRAIGHT TO THE TRASH.

It was that gross.

Then she got a bath.

We never did make it back to finish watching the TBall game.

The end.

I hope I never, ever have to go through something like that again. Ever.