Thursday, March 10, 2016


Kids are crazy.  Y'all.  CRAZY.
To be fair, Lena's not really old enough to be doing crazy stuff.  But, she is going through some sleep regression, which has mama tired.  So tired.  I was checking out at the grocery store when a college-aged girl told me how she gets baby fever whenever she sees babies.  I told her to set her alarm clock for every hour and a half and see if she still wanted a baby in the morning.  Then she told me she might wait until she was 35.   

Lena's got the cutest double-chin and the cubbiest thighs ever.  I can't wait for warmer weather so I can see them all day long. She's a little over 3.5 months old and she's already bossy.  If she wants to be held or entertained or fed, she's not one to be shy about it.  And she pretty much thinks Violet hung the moon.  Jon and I try all kinds of things to get her to giggle, and all Violet has to do it jump a little and she's in a hysterical fit of laughter.

Violet is approaching 2.5 and she is so smart and funny.  She loves to play with building blocks and stack random items as tall as she can.  And she yells oh no timmmmbbberrr when they fall. 
She just transitioned from her crib to her big girl bed.  The monster has been released!  She hasn't been napping for a while now.  Occasionally she'll surprise me with one though, so we still go through the routine so we can both get a break.  I can see her in the monitor sneaking out of bed to grab her hat or 17 stuffed animals and quickly hop back into bed. 

She says oh goo-ness when you blow big bubbles.  She shoved a rock up her nose.  She sings Let It Go when she should be napping.  She refers to each of her fingers as daddy finger, mommy finger, brother finger, sister finger, and baby finger.  She's obsessed with shapes.  As I try to type this very post, she keeps shoving different objects in my face to ask me what shape it is.  Her current favorite book is Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, or as she calls it, chicken chicken boom boom boom.  A few days ago, she walked up to me with her back hunched over and whispered, It's big one poo poo...and it was.  And a couple Sundays ago, she pulled on a pair of my granny panties underwear under her dress and we didn't find out until we were in church.  

As for me, I've started having postpartum hair loss, which really allows me to express myself through shower wall art.  And last week, I made the mistake of trying on some pre-baby jeans.  It was about as depressing as Matthew's death on Downton Abbey.  Jeans just don't know me like leggings do.  And I'll tell you another thing, if ever there is a zombie apocalypse, I hope I'm wearing leggings, because I barely survive a regular day in skinny jeans.

 Lastly, to share some exciting news for our family, after 5 years and countless hours of studying, my sweet husband has passed his seventh and  final exam to become a licensed architect!  Hip hip hooray!