Eating My Words...

Holynd had her two-year well check... Oh boy...

The day started out weird. Thursday is my second laundry day. (Monday is my first laundry day. It's also cleaning day. Well, Thursday kinda has become a second cleaning day too... Because, apparently, you have to add a cleaning day for every baby.) Anyway, I was hanging some laundry up to dry and my mind was wandering. I started thinking about how awful my washing machine was. I kept thinking about how all of Holynd's jammies were shrinking every time I washed them and how a new washing machine would pay for itself because I pretty much need to replace all of Holynd's clothes.

I don't know why it didn't dawn on me that NO ONE ELSE'S clothes were shrinking. Like my washing machine would actually be able to selectively shrink Holynd's clothes.

Anyway, I got even more frustrated when I put on Holynd's clothes and her shirt seemed really small. "Great. One of the last shirts that still fits and it has shrunk too."

I made mental notes to ask my wonderful husband to loosen the savings account purse strings so that I could get a decent washing machine.

I pushed all the frustration away and threw everyone in the car so that we could make the trip to the pediatricians office.

"Holynd smile 'cause you're going to the doctor!"
This is what I got. Awesome.


Well, I sat nervously in the doctor's office waiting for Matt to show up. I'm always nervous whenever I take Holynd to the doctor. After all the chaos we had after she was born, the nerves just seem to show up automatically. Not to the mention the fact that her growth has been so up and down that we never know what to expect.

Matt showed up and we took Holynd back. She was weighed (Well, Matt was weighed alone and then weighed again while holding her because she REFUSED to stand on the scale.) and then they measured her. And then came the waiting

Oh! How I hate waiting!

Enter our doctor. (I love our doctor). He started asking us same ole' questions... How does she eat? How often does she poop? Does she like books and toys... BLAH BLAH...

Then he got to her growth charts. I held my breath... ("Please be on the charts! Please!)

"Wow!" He said! "Take a look at this mom! 60th percent in weight. 91st in height!"

Matt and I's jaws hit the floor. WHAT!

"Yeah! She's grown almost 6 inches since her last appointment!"

Matt and I stare at each other. Both of us completely in shock! Holynd was in the 16th percentile at 18 months!

(I'm posting this as proof.)


Then he got serious.

"Now, we do measure BMI at 2 years old." He says. "85th percentile is still considered normal... Worrisome, but normal." I almost pass out! What is he saying?! Is he really going to tell us that she's getting chunky! "She's in the 13th percentile. So, pretty much, she has no fat on her either. Long and lean."

Then it dawns on me.... MY WASHING MACHINE ISN'T BROKEN! HOLYND HAS BEEN GROWING! Oh my h*ll, I'm the most terrible mother ever!

To end the story, Holynd received one vaccine and we were sent on our way.

We decided to take her out for a yummy lunch to help heal her wounds. GURU'S, which we love!


Sweet potato fries and nachos! What more could our little girl want!


Maybe a cookie from the Sweet Tooth Fairy. :)

My dear, sweet little Holynd,

You traitor. You joined the tall team without any warning. You have left me to defend the shorties all on my own.

I still love you bunchies!

Love,

Mom

:)

One Little Monkey Jumping on the Bed

Holynd's toddler bedding came today! I L-O-V-E IT! Holynd was excited about it too. (So was Buzz, but he always seems to be really excited...)

(Pretending to sleep...)

I'm not sure if Buzz "goes", but whatever makes her happy.

Sloanie Baloanie is very excited for her crib bedding to come soon!

Maybe someday I'll get the nursery done. It was done at one time. However, it was only a matter of weeks until we found out another baby would be moving into the nursery. Since then, I've been slowly redoing everything so that the girls can share a room.

Now that I've looked at these pictures, I'm pretty sure it's time to put away the cradle (Sloane may be a little big for it) and quit using it as a stuffed-animal holder. I'm thinking the boppy-pillow may need to be put away also... We were using it to help Sloanie sit up and she's (obviously) mastered that.

Loving...

I am loving this website:

beingmomis.blogspot.com

These kind of blogs make me happy.

And if that doesn't tickle your mothering-fancy, maybe this quote will...

The First Presidency has said: “Motherhood is near to divinity. It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind” (in James R. Clark, comp., Messages of the First Presidency, 6 vols., Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1965–75, 6:178). The priesthood cannot work out its destiny, nor can God’s purposes be fulfilled, without our helpmates. Mothers perform a labor the priesthood cannot do. For this gift of life, the priesthood should have love unbounded for the mothers of their children. - Being a Righteous Husband and Father, President Howard W. Hunter.



I am also loving Sloanie's chubby cheeks. I love how they almost exactly resemble Baby Aunt Twitch's cheeks.



And, I also love the pictures I find on my phone after Holynd has ran away with it.

I am also loving a big yellow purse that -JUST- got put in my cart on zappos.com.

For G-Ma...

G-Ma was a tiny-bit unhappy with my last post. She made a subtle comment that maybe I should post some pictures of Sloanie sans the "stone-faced look". So, these pictures are for G-Ma. My "Smiley-Sloanie".

Even though her shyness is often her go-to emotion, once the barrier comes down, she's one of the happiest babies in the world. I love her so.

Holynd and I made cookies for dad because his truck, it broke. (HAHAHA! Didn't think I'd get that inside joke on the blog did ya husband?!)

Holynd is a tiny bit of a control freak when it comes to what she eats. If I can get her to help out when cooking, she'll usually eat what she "made". Otherwise, it's a fight to get her to eat anything besides chicken nuggets, peas or yogurt.

Cookie making started out a little rough. When I turned around to preheat the oven, Holynd dumped 1/4 a box of baking soda in the mixing bowl. Luckily, the error was caught before we added anymore ingredients.

She was really excited to sit on the counter and get to dip her fingers into the jar of peanut butter, while cooking. Who doesn't like plain peanut butter while cooking?!

Holynd loved rolling the balls of dough up and then squashing the dough with a fork. She got a little crazy during this process and this was also the point I noticed that there wasn't nearly enough flour in the dough.

In order to fix the flour issue, I turned on the tv and let Holynd get all of the toys out. Basically, she was given free reign to trash the living room (more then usual).

The cookies turned out fine. They were a little flimsy because I never got the flour quite right. But, dad went for a cookie as soon as he walked through the door. :)

Giggles

Right now my girls are in Holynd's crib. They've been giggling uncontrollably for 15 minutes. They love each other so much.

As days goes by, they seem to need each other more and more. Sloane gets excited as soon as she hears Holynd's voice. Holynd wants to be the first person to greet Sloane when she wakes up.

I've been having anxiety lately. Mainly because of the p-word.... Potty-training. We finally had a tiny success last night. Holynd peed in her potty for the first time. It took three hours of non-stop supervision, with me asking if she had to pee every minute. We sat in their room, pumping Holynd full of fluids with the Princess Potty in the doorway. We downloaded apps to keep her on the potty while we waited for the moment. After two accidents on the floor and one accident in her playhouse we were finally successful and Holynd got an entire KitKat to herself. It was pretty traumatizing for both of us and today I have no desire to try again. So, basically, all that work was in vain and I'm pretty content on waiting another month before making another attempt.

I'd really like her to be potty-trained before the summer, but you never get what you want right? Holynd is just such a busy kid, the last thing she wants to do is sit and go to the potty. And, I don't know what the universe has against me right now, but Sloane always seems to want to nurse when Holynd asks to go to the potty. Then I'm faced with the moral dillema of making one child starve while teaching the other, or not teaching one while feeding the other... It's driving me crazy.

Not to mention the fact that, I'm sure you all noticed, that Holynd still has her binkie... That's a whole other story!

I'm pretty sure all my parental issues come down to one important fact: I'm a wuss.

There. I said it.