The hubby is currently working nights and I HATE it when his schedule changes. There are so many reasons why the schedule changes bug me but that’s a boring story. I’m not sure if every family has rough evenings or if that’s just us? But evenings are usually the time for meltdowns, tantrums, broken hearts, you get the idea… Surviving evenings without him is even harder.
Tonight I was starting a simple meal (because, well, I’m not a chef, we are living in a trailer, I have two littles, and the hubby is working) and Baby B was chilling in her bouncy seat while Little A lovingly loaded her up with toys and blankets. Until Baby B started screaming! I frantically asked Liittle A what happened and she said “I bit her finger”! (Love it that Little A doesn’t know about lying yet!)
Why would my sweet, perfect little toddler bite her innocent baby sister’s finger? I don’t know and neither does she. Thankfully, Little A started crying hysterically and Baby B stopped crying, so I knew Baby B’s finger was going to be ok. Little A said she was sad because she didn’t want to have a time out but she really loved on her sister when she apologized, so I think (and hope) that there were also some tears for her sister’s pain and suffering.
This also left me worried that Little A is going to be a big bully to her sister. I tried to google “toddler picking on baby” to make sure this is normal and we don’t need to start counseling but all of the results were about toddlers picking their noses! Google, you failed me. We ate dinner and both of the girls fell asleep before 8 on the couch, giving mommy a nice little break time!
Tomorrow will be six weeks of living in our shrinking camping trailer. It’s feeling smaller as the days turn to fall and we spend more time inside. We watch a lot of movies and I’m trying to think of some small activities to do inside.
We have a rough schedule that we follow but Baby B now only sleeps when mommy holds her. We are working on that but haven’t gotten very far. Daddy has been working a lot, which means mommy is working a lot. We are all a little tired and I think starting to get tired of the trailer life. Tiny house living is in fact not for us.
Unfortunately, we are going to be enjoying the trailer life for at least three more months. Agh! Three months sounds like forever!
We will be packing up and taking our trailer house and family hunting shortly, so that will at least provide a new setting for a little while. We love walking around the house and seeing it develop. I’m hoping that watching this process will show Little A how much work goes into building a house and teach her that it is a blessing. But she is a couple months short of three and probably won’t realize that. We are close to the half way mark, we’ll hang in there!
Bang, bang, bang bang bang, bang. I open my eyes, reminded that out there, the world is still moving. People are working, eating, living. Baby B in my arms rapidly shakes her head looking for milk. My gift to her. She lies back down, relieved that she is still in my arms.
Next to me is Little A squished into her little nest on the edge of the bed. She is beautiful. Angel-like in her sleep, an amazing mixture of her father and I. I love waking up with the my two blessings from God.
Without getting out of bed, so I don’t disturb the precious little ones’ sleep, I watch out the corner of the window that I can see from bed. Eventually I see someone on the roof of the new house. Ah, the roofers are here. Bang. Bang.
This is bliss. In bed, snuggled with my greatest blessings. But coffee is calling me and I worry about our schedule if I don’t wake the babies. The ultimate decision: get up and they too will surely wake or enjoy the peace and the bang, bang, bang.
When we found out that we were pregnant with our second baby we were really hoping to have a boy. (Baby B if you are reading this some day don’t stop here, keep reading!) Our first, Little A, is a girl and we didn’t (and don’t) plan on having more than two kids so we were hoping to have one of each gender. My hubby is a hunter, fisherman, hiker, he loves everything outdoorsy and he really wanted to be able to share those hobbies with a son. I had one little princess and was hoping the hubby would get his little buddy too.
I went to the ultrasound appointment pretty sure that it was a boy. I had morning sickness the second time and really just felt different about this pregnancy. When the ultrasound tech told me it was a girl I asked him how long he had been doing this and how sure he was? He had been in the job for 20+years and was pretty sure.
But as I sat in that dark little room I fell in love with my second little girl. I was thrilled to give Little A a sister. A best friend forever, just like my sister is to me. As I rubbed my belly I thought of the special connection our girls would have.
The memories I have with my sister only made me more excited to have two girls. Throughout our lives we have always had each other, from when we were little and we held hands to fall asleep. When we were older and we felt like our parents or friends were against us we still had each other. We understand each other more than any other person could because we lived the same childhood, shared and stole friends, grew together (and at times grew apart), and even had the same job. We know when to stop talking to keep the tears in check and we know when to start talking to protect the sister. I’m thrilled to give the gift of a sister to my daughter.
As for my husband, he loves taking Little A for four wheeler rides. He brings her outside to help him clean up the house construction and at two years old she is learning to be a helper, to work hard, to take pride in her work, and that she can do the same work that her dad, a man, does. I’m looking forward to hunting season when she helps daddy hunt. I am betting that both of the girls will grow up to be Daddy’s girls.
It is most wonderful to watch our littles grow together. Little A is so in love with her sister that most of the time she can’t handle her overflowing love emotions. Baby B is so interested in her big sis that she will watch her and just laugh at her. It is amazing to watch them grow together and I’m blessed to be a part of their childhood.
Today was one of those days where nothing big happened but there was enough little excitement to make you want bed time to come a little earlier. The day started out normal enough, I had the usual not wanting to get out of bed feeling because I slept like a newborn and because it’s cold outside of the covers. The Hubby went grocery shopping (this is usual and yes he is amazing), and brought home a surprise for Little A; a Finding Dory coloring book with markers. Little A’s first markers. We learned she is not quite ready for markers.
In a dash to get outside with a blankie that mommy said to leave inside Little A managed to open the trailer door for the first time. As I changed Baby B’s diaper Little A summersaulted out the door, down the three foot tall metal steps and landed on the plastic rug covered gravel. Thankfully Little A had a couple little scratches but no bumps or bruises. After the fear and tears went away she was back to her normal adorable self.
Today was also the day that Baby B’s bassinet was retired. It was at least a month overdue but the bassinet fit so well in the trailer and for some reason I am scared she won’t sleep as well if I change her sleeping arrangements (this is silly because the longest stretch she slept in her bassinet last night was two hours, can it get worse?). While the pack n play is humongous in the trailer, it seems that Baby B enjoys playing in it. I hope that she also loves sleeping in it.
The hubby also managed to get the ceiling mounted range set up in the new house. Yay for house stuff getting done and yay for a handy husband.
K. Dinner then getting ready for bed and trying to get Little A in bed early.