Wednesday, November 28, 2012

23 Months Old

Little G is now a couple of days past 23 months old. I think once she hits 2 years old I will stop counting in months. She is changing and growing so much. She tries to sing along with me now and can demand which song she would like to hear. "No Mommy - game!" means sing Take Me Out to the Ballgame. She can count to 10 almost consistently now. Sometimes she needs a little help. She is trying to say her alphabet and loves the LMNOP part. She is also throwing the craziest tantrums where she loses her ever-loving mind. I am learning how to deal with them, but when she throws one in the morning when I'm trying to get us both out the door it can be a little bit stressful. I am just gearing up for her birthday party next month. Trying to get us organized and realizing that we are going to be inundated with new toys, which means we will have to go through her existing toys and put them away/donate them. I would like to have a yardsale next year to deal with all of her stuff. Her birthday will be closely followed by Christmas, so we are starting to indoctrinate her into the Christmas festivities. I think she's still a little young to really grasp the concept. But, we're going to bring her to see Santa again this year and maybe we'll get a non-screaming picture. I have over-indulged and bought her two Christmas outfits so she has something to wear on both Christmas Eve and Christmas day. I love this time of year and want to give her the best memories. There is one thought that is adding a little gloom to the season. I am really missing my lost twins. I look at how amazing G is and I can't help but wonder what they would have been like. How crazy would our ilfe have been? Most of all, I realize that I'm not done. I want another baby. I want G to have a brother or sister to play with on Christmas morning. When I peel away all of the layers of why we shouldn't be having another baby, I get down to the basic kernel that I don't feel like I'm done.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Dreams do come true.

Our weekend started off slow, but just kept getting better. Thursday night, Little G seemed to be really hot so on my way to bed I stopped in her room and took her temperature - 38.6 (anything over 38 is a fever). By the end of Friday, her fever was 39.2, a combination of baby tylenol and baby advil brought it down. I hate when she's sick because I feel so helpless. I just cuddled with her and rocked her and hoped she would feel better. If the meds hadn't brought the fever down, I was mentally preparing myself for a trip to the dr.

By Saturday, G was almost back to her old self, she still had a runny nose and cough, but the fever was gone and her energy was back. That morning we bundled up and went out for a walk around our neighbourhood. It's so much fun to see the world through her eyes, particularly when a plane flies overhead. When we got back it was time for her nap.

That afternoon we did something that I had been dreaming of doing with my child ever since I had decided that I wanted to be a mom some day. We baked together. I pushed a chair up to the counter and had G stand on it. I would measure out the ingredients and she'd dump them in the bowl. I helped her break the egg into the bowl and then to stir the ingredients together. I took a few photos of her as we worked (I'll likely post one here after I download them) We baked Banana Bread. It turned out to be a little dry, but i loved every minute of working with her. Even when she fell off the chair and scared the crap out of me. Thankfully she was just scared and not hurt.

I created a bit of a monster when I helped her stand on the chair. Now every time I'm in the kitchen she wants to stand on the chair and watch what I'm doing or help make the food. Very cute!

On Sunday we walked to the park to go on the swings. While there we ran into a little girl from G's daycare class and her Mom. The mother and I introduced ourselves and got talking and she told me that her daughter is adopted and they had tried for 7 years to get pregnant before adopting. I shared my story as well. It's amazing how great it feels to meet someone in real life who just gets it.

The day ended with a trip to my parents for dinner with my grandmother, brother and sister in law. I love watching G interact with my parents. She loves them and lights up when she sees them. Which is something else I had dreamed of for years.

I know these things to moste people would seem mundane, but for me they were dreams being fulfilled and it was amazing!