How Long Before This Groove Changes?

OMGMA! Get Him OFF OF ME!We’re in an interesting and workable groove over here at the FireHouse. I wrote before about how I was getting used to parenting two. I’m continuing to slip into the role, taking on the Overtired Mother of Two role quite well. I’ve started making actual dinners instead of heating up a frozen pizza. I’m mostly caught up on laundry, diaper and clothing alike. I’ve started making it to Wednesday night Bible Study as well instead of just Sunday morning service. And the morning groove we’ve hit is working for me.

It’s going to change now that I wrote that, isn’t it?

You see, it’s just nice. BigBrother is waking up sometime in the early seven o’clock hour. Sure, that’s rather early after a night of feeding and cuddling and otherwise parenting into the early morning hours with LittleBrother. But you can’t explain that to a two year old. So, you roll out of bed, fumble for your glasses on the nightstand, throw on your robe and start your day. BigBrother and I mosy out to the living area. He settles in with books and toys while I get his milk and waffle. He eats and plays while I work. For about two hours.

That’s right. Two hours.

LittleBrother has been sleeping well into the nine o’clock hour for about four days now. That gives me enough time to do my editing work and write one article and, apparently, a blog over here as well. Also? I can have a cup of coffee (or two) and my yogurt without holding a baby as well. If I didn’t desperately need to use that time to get work done, I’d probably also shower. But showering is overrated when you have kids, dontcha know? They’re just going to spit up on you. Or, if you have a night like we had the other night, pee on you. And I’m not talking LittleBrother either. (Apparently our evening groove needs some work.)

I did nothing to create this, let me tell you. I’m just taking full advantage of what has been going on. I know that infants change their sleep patterns more than toddlers change diapers so I’m awaiting yet another change. Of course, now that he’s officially two months (and one day) old, wouldn’t it be nice if the next change was sleeping through the night? BigBrother did. And yet, when I look at the two of them, I know that LittleBrother is cutting his own path through life. I’m thinking that sleeping through the night is totally not important to him right now. And that’s okay. I work in my robe.


Learning to Parent Two

All Three of UsThe boys teach me things everyday. And I like to think I’m learning well. Slowly, but well.

I will admit that I was in a bit of shock after LittleBrother came home. People had said that it would be hard but I figured that I could handle it. And it’s not that I couldn’t handle it. It’s just that whole transition period, where everything is thrown together all at once, was kind of, well, excruciating. I was learning to breastfeed. BigBrother was learning that well-timed tantrums could make me cry. We were exhausted. And those fluctuating hormones sure didn’t help. Did I mention that all of this happened during the holidays?

After some time passed, including a weekend in which my parents kidnapped BigBrother, things started to calm down. Breastfeeding started to come a bit more naturally and, thus, easier. BigBrother learned about the Naughty Chair. Sleep started to come in longer chunks of time. And, you know, the hormonal fluctuation started to even out. Oh, and thank goodness, the holidays got themselves over and done with allowing us to breathe once again.

I’ve started to find a groove. Not a routine, mind you, because that doesn’t happen up in here. But a groove. I’m able to figure out when LittleBrother is going to sleep long enough for me to shower. I’ve managed to take both boys out of the house without panicking (too much) or failing completely and aborting whatever mission we were set to accomplish. My hair, mind you, doesn’t always look great when I arrive at my destination but I’m just proud that I can make it anywhere, crazy hair or not.

I’m also learning that time spent with BigBrother is quite important right now. He hasn’t shown any jealousy towards LittleBrother. In fact, he enjoys giving him kisses, talking to him when he is in the bouncy seat and gets quite worried when LittleBrother isn’t in the room with us at any given time. But BigBrother needs some one-on-one time. He’s gotten quite a bit from FireDad while I’ve been busy breastfeeding LittleBrother, but I wanted to make sure he was getting some much-needed Mama-time, too.

And so we had some alone time on Saturday morning. Really, I had to run some errands. And I figured I would make the most of it. LittleBrother stayed with FireDad and BigBrother and I hit the town. In a low key fashion, of course. The whole time he was promised “something special” if he was “nice, held Mommy’s hand and didn’t throw fits.” We repeated this in the car, over and over and over, and, much to my delight, he was nice, held my hand and didn’t throw any fits. And so, the kid got his hair cut. Yes, BigBrother likes getting his hair cut. Whatever floats his boat.

Today’s “something special?” We took advantage of the seventy degree weather and went to the park. (The picture above.) All three of us. (FireDad is working.) I was panicked, really, that I wouldn’t be able to manage both of them at the playground. But, thanks to the wonders of babywearing, I was able to be mobile, help BigBrother out when necessary, push him on the swings and just enjoy the weather with a baby strapped to my chest. I felt pleased with myself. I had taken them both out. BigBrother got some special time with Mommy (and used up a lot of energy which resulted in a no-fuss naptime) and LittleBrother was involved, too. Tomorrow I think we’ll bake cookies.

I’m getting the hang of it. Even if my hair is awful.