A2 is 4 months old today!
One year ago today, I found out I was pregnant. Four months ago today, I popped out this little cutie.
I can almost fit back into all of my pre-preggo pants. There’s still one pair of skinny jeans that is giving me the stink eye and wants all of my organs to show if I try to zip them up. The other ones take an inhale to zip and then loosen up during the day, as jeans are wont to do, thankfully. I weighed myself in the scale in one of the work bathroom and I’m back to pre-preggo weight! But that doesn’t mean much if my hips aren’t done shrinking and and I have a wad of muscles to re-train. (Is it re-training if I didn’t train them to do much in the first place?) I mostly don’t want a waterfall of precious belly skin over the aforementioned jeans. Second-baby-body-bounceback is rough! I’m still waiting to use my Christmas gift card to Anthropologie because I’m not saying for certain, but I might’ve ripped a dress trying one on the other day, and not because I had 1.5 eyes on Eebs in the dressing room and .5 eyes on whether the dress was actually fitting on my body.
Guess who tried to write her name on the height chart with a sharpie? Scribblescribblescribble.
As for this BEBE, she is almost 15 pounds (75th percentile), in the 90th for head diameter, and 55th for length (24 in.). Not nearly as tall as her giant sister, but decent and big everywhere else. She’s an eating champ and we’re all finally not plagued by mucus for the first time in months. *knock on wood, for reals*
When you measure one, you have to measure both. Even though they both seemed to stall out this month.
Measuring A2.
My girls on the chart tree.
A2 is rolling over (it’s been about two weeks now), blowing raspberries every waking hour, loving to stand assisted, and drinking chichi leche while rolling over to take a break every other gulp so I spray everywhere. She is playing with toys as well as crinkling and grabbing things with her hands. Her body is more under her control and she slaps or scratches herself in the face less and less. She’s immediately happy when she wakes up and will stop crying just with us making eye contact. After all, she just wants to hang. A2 is comfortable in anyone’s lap, as long as she’s upright and not held like a silly baby. She will nap longest if we nap together. Co-sleeping, I finally understand you. And I love you.
Blowing raspberries like it’s going out of style.
Rolling over, showing me her good side.
Sweet girl.
EB loves her sister and asks about her as soon as she comes in the door from school. She wants to hold her and put the paci back in, saying, “It’s ok, honey.” She also wants to bite through A2′s fingers, slap her face, and poke out her eyes, but more of a “how will this make me feel” and less of a “I want to hurt my sister” kind of way. She’s also co-sleeping, but is a much lighter sleeper, so anytime I have to feed A2, Eebs wakes up and either wants to hold hands or hang out and watch in the dark. Hubs has been sleeping (albeit not very well) with EB laying directly on him like he’s a life raft. Poor Hubs.
What up, brown eyes? I like your style.
We are happy, lucky, and healthy. I am exhausted most days, but it’s nothing like the fatigue of being pregnant. Working is great and when I get home from the days in the office, I am met with hugs and excitement, smiles all around. I still have to put A2 down for the night by wearing her, then laying her down on me while I read for a while. Then I sneak her in the swing for the first leg of the night. It’s good having two kids. The crazy is gone. The panic of having a child made of china with a toddler who is a bull in a china shop has diminished significantly.
So big, so fast.
What a year it’s been, Intertron. What. A. Year.
Mama Jells.
You look great Jells! Did you make the height chart? I need to do something like that soon.
My bro-in-law gave it to me (his kids never ended up using it, so he passed it on) but I think it’s from Pottery Barn kids. I like it because you can take it with you when you move. My granny painted over her height chart on the kitchen door one day and my MIL pried the board off the door trim at her old house so she could take it with her when they moved.
Co-sleeping- you get it! It’s easier to understand by experience than explanation ; )
I think it also takes less of a wiggly-worm for me to be able to sleep. Hubs is putting up the good fight by “sleeping” through whatever EB is up to in the middle of the night.
A2 is a bump on a log. A squishy, cute, motionless log.
LOVE.
Heee.
Omg your site got a facelift! I love it! So bright and sunny! And so much EB and A2! Love them! Four months already?! Geeze!
It’s almost as good as clean sheet day, right? Four months, where does the time go?
You look great, mama! And sounds like you’re getting the hang of the multiple childrens thing. Love your positive attitude, as I get all flustered and stressed just raising one most days
Believe you me, I am often/mostly flustered, too. Just not-blog worthy saying I thought a vein was going to pop in my head with the amount of times I told EB to “stop hitting your sister.”
Thanks. I needed to hear your girls were ok, as my own terror mounts due to imminent entry of BY. I seriously feel Stella will hate him/throw him over the fence.
I was actually thinking about you and how you needed some encouragement. Four months is a good time frame to expect to adjust, for both adults and children. And hips. And boobs. Give or take. And Stella won’t hate him, but she WILL want to throw BY over the fence. Kids are funny like that.
Oh, they are both so adorable! And, the growth chart is great. I need to get one.
Lookin good, mama! Doodle keeps grabbing the tablet from me to scroll between the pictures of “baby”, “pretty girl”, and “really pretty lady!”
I wish I had kept up better on all of that stuff, little habits, small milestones. I have tons of pictures, but it’s hard to remember what he was like, those little things that made him him.
In the last photo, A2 really, really looks like you!! Can’t believe the time has flown this quickly for all of us–and, what a great way of seeing time pass!! Give the girls hugs and kisses from me, please.
The pictures are so wonderful. I understand your being tired but with each month there is more independence and in some ways, less worry. (not that you want to wish it away, but just that life gets a little easier.)
You’re doing such a great job, Jells! Be proud
Love these photos! Absolutely adorable!
LOVE the growth chart! And I totally feel you on the sprayage. Atticus has started rolling over to take a break too, which results in me spraying him in the ear. Or the kid napping next to me at mom & baby yoga. JUST KIDDING THAT NEVER HAPPENED. I certainly did not spray a stranger’s kid in the face!