Better late than never. I was too busy nesting to post this earlier.
Yesterday we bought Bella some underwear. She was so excited, she could hardly wait to put them on. So far we’ve had about six changes of clothes because of accidents and no potty successes. I’m not entirely sure she understands the goal is not to pee in her pants. But we’ll forge bravely on.
We also bought Bella some new shoes. It became clear to me in the thawing of the past week that it is time to put away the snow boots. So we got a nice pair of sneakers and a pair of mud boots that she adores. Now I’m trying to teach her the boots are only for outside.
I’m 22 weeks pregnant and so it must be time for getting bitten with the housecleaning bug. This morning I found myself dashing from one task to another frantic to get everything in order. So far accomplished at 2:30 pm: dishes done, floors swept, laundry folded and sorted and put away, floors vacuumed, toys tidied, pizza dough made and rising in the oven, kitchen floor scrubbed. plus diapers changed and children fed and table and counters wiped down. I just keep forgetting to feed myself.
Once again I absentmindedly ate some roast beef while feeding Sophia lunch. I know, abstinence rules don’t apply to pregnant and nursing mothers. But it wouldn’t have been that much harder to fix myself something meatless. That’s what I intend to do. I just forget.
Bella told me the other day that her dolly is Pooh’s sister.
In the past week or so Benedict has started to become very active. Or, rather, he’s gotten big enough that I am aware of his activity. he bops around to music, responds to his sister’s voices, kicks Sophia when she’s nursing (though I don’t know if she feels it yet. And Dom felt him kick for the first time.
The other day Sophia was stepping around in the kitchen, holding onto my sister’s hands, while Bella was dashing about from one room to the next. Sophie had been laughing at her sister, as she usually does when Bella runs. But then she started yelling angrily. She tried to let go and began to fall and had to grab hold again. “She’s mad because she wants to go run after Bella and she can’t,” my sister realized. Poor Sophie, she really really wants to be just like her big sister.
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