new things

So we have pretty much let everyone know by now that we have another addition on the way. We are so blessed. The baby is due right around Cora's second birthday. Fun Times Ahead!

So Lydia's first pregnancy was pretty uneventful for the first several months. No sickness like we had heard horror stories about. Oh how things have changed? Lydia has gotten morning sickness a few times now, but not in the morning. Hers seems to strike in the evening. Last night it unexpectantly struck at church. So this morning I have been cleaning carpets. Someone told me that I may even get sick too. I hope not

Cora has been in the church daycare since the beginning of the year and is doing really well. Teachers love her and are always bragging about how well she behaves. I cringe when I see the other parents trying to disentangle themselves from screaming children who don't want mommy or daddy to leave. We have never had that issue...until now. Cora has always been excited to get to daycare and always glad to see us when we arrive to pick her up. Today while I was there to clean up the aforementioned morning sickness from the evening before, i thought i would just pop my head in to say hello. It was her lunchtime and since I was in the building anyway I figured it would be no big deal. Oh The Drama!!!

I said hello and got a quick sugar and turned to leave when the screaming began. Cora had never acted this way at all. She threw a full-blown fit. This was a major one. I had never seen her upset like this. With tears streaming and arms outstretched(hers) in anguish I returned her to the teacher and profusely apologized for disrupting an otherwise wonderful day. Several minutes later as I was working on getting up the stubborn stains left by mommy on the carpet I could still hear hear crying and I almost did too.

I think the guys over at dadlabs.com need to do a segment on this kind of thing.

Corn On The Cob

Baby Overboard!

This morning as I was taking a shower, Cora came into the bathroom. She likes to pull the curtain back and try to play with the water dripping from the faucet. Today was no exception. Since I was washing my hair at the time she came in, I was a little oblivious to what was going on. I looked down at one point and saw her with the curtain back, reaching in as far as she could to splash in the water. I assumed Geron was close by to grab her and take her in the other room. He apparently wasn't close enough because the next thing I know, I hear a "thump" and see Cora lying on the bottom of the tub, face down, legs up in the air. Leaned over a little too far, I guess. She rolled over and looked up at me like "Oh, hey Mommy." I called for Geron, who came and got her out of the tub--did I mention she had on all of her clothes except her shoes? So, I continued my shower and Geron proceeded to remove Cora's wet clothes--all the while, me thinking he would put her in some dry things. But then, I turn around and he's put her back into the shower with me and she's still wearing her socks! I took them off and just let her play with her tub toys while I finished cleaning. I guess this is a normal occurence for a mommy of a toddler.

Feeling guilty

I don't know if every 2nd time mommy experiences this mix of emotions or not, but I"m feeling kind of guilty for not being as excited this time as I was with Cora. I definitely want another child and want it now, but everything isn't just so brand new this time. 3 teachers I work with are expecting their first babies right now and they are ALL about baby talk and nursery decor and ultrasounds, etc. Is it normal to just want to play with Cora and tell Cora stories and relish my time with her as an only child? When I think about friends who have tried to have 2nd babies and have miscarried or haven't been able to conceive at all, I feel as if I'm being cruel or insensitive to them because I'm not just overwhelmed with emotion for this new little one. But I think about Cora and all the firsts we're going through with her and I just want to hold on to those moments as long as I can. She's growing so fast. Its weird to think that a new baby is going to come into our family and Cora won't be the baby anymore. She'll be the big sister, and she's not even two yet. Mommies of bloggerdom, please tell me what is going on here. Any words of wisdom?

It's That Time Again

Bottles, Sippy Cups...TOILETS??

If you know Cora Sophia, then you know she is fascinated by almost everything in a bathroom.  She is learning how to wash her own hands when we put soap in them and hold her up to the sink.  At bedtime, she opens her mouth wide for me to brush her teeth at the sink.  The toilet paper stand is a microphone, she's sure of it!  And taking a bath, no doubt, is her favorite pasttime!  Who doesn't love playing with their rubber duckie?  For Christmas, Santa brought Cora her very own potty chair which is one of the new highlights of visiting the bathroom.  She hasn't quite figured it out yet, mind you--take off her diaper and sit her on the potty.  She'll sit for a few minutes, do nothing, then walk across the hall to her room, go to a corner, squat and pee on the floor(thank the Lord for hardwood.)  But Cora is most enthralled by the BIG porcelain throne.  Quick anecdote--Mom/Granny was here a few months back and decided to wash dishes for us.  Instead of using the dishwasher, she just washed a few in the sink with a washrag.  Cora observed and later was found "washing dishes" in the toilet, washrag only--no dishes.  Phew!   Since that time, we have made it a point to keep the toilet lid closed as well as the bathroom door.  Better safe than sorry. 

 

Lately, we have failed in keeping the invisible padlock on the potty and a few times have walked in to Cora splashing her hands in the toilet water--pee free, thankfully.  We've washed her hands, told her not to play in the potty, and shut the door.  Tonight was, once again, a failure on our part and an even newer adventure on Cora's.  I had gone downstairs to work on laundry.  Due to the hardwood floors throughtout our house, I could hear the pitter patter of little feet running overhead.  I then heard some stronger footsteps and a "Cora, NO!  Mommeeee, come help!"  I quickly went upstairs to find Geron and Cora in the bathroom, the front of Cora's shirt and pants soaking wet and her animal crackers swimming in a pool of water in the kiddy bowl Geron had fixed for her earlier.  Apparently, the princess had dipped her animal cracker bowl in the throne and decided to have a DRINK!!!  SPEW!! YUCK!! GROSS!!  Definitely thankful there was no peepee in the water this time.  We stripped her down and gave her a bath and brushed her teeth extra long tonight. 

How about you guys?  This was definitely a first for me--I've never heard of any other children drinking from the toilet--puppies, yes, but children, no.  Any wild toddler/potty stories out there?