Again, yes, it’s been forever. Again, sorry.
Ok, let’s just dive right in.
- Pregnancy Numero Cinco
Yes, I’m pregnant! Yes, again! And, yes! With a boy!!! I’m well into my 6th month actually and seeing as how I was talking about how I was not pregnant in my last post, it’s clearly been wayyyy too long between now and then.
This pregnancy has honestly been one of my toughest. I don’t feel like I’ve done any of my pregnancies that gracefully but this baby has just sapped allllll my strength. Thus far, we’ve made 3 trips to the ER for IV fluids and I’ve had to get 2 root canals. TWO! (insert dying face emoji here). Let me tell you, hanging out basically upside down for an hour or so in a dental chair while pregnant (with a dentist who btw keeps pulling down his face mask and breathing his yucky man breath down your way too open mouth) is just delightful. Just.
But, in some other key ways, this pregnancy’s actually been one of my most peaceful, too. Mentally, I mean, not physically. I’ve been told by large families that once you hit the 4 kid mark, things get noticeably easier. I don’t know if I would agree that things have gotten easier (ahem, laundry, ahem, food), or if just I have. Normally, during my 3rd trimester, I’m freaking out about how the current baby is going to adjust and how we’re going to handle it financially and will my older kids be neglected, blah blah blah. But with this little guy, the only thing I’m really thinking about is how awesome it will be to have a newborn again. I honestly CANNOT wait to hold him and smell him and just cart him around.
2. Ages and Stages
Ok, I’ve said this before but I’m seriously in love with the 2-year-old stage. Which I know is crazy bc it has this terrible rep as being just awful but I honestly find it to be the most magical, enchanting, cutesy patootsie stage ever.
Zoe has transformed from a demanding, Lt General of a baby to this sweet little counselor-tot. She has this thing where, if any of us gets hurt or says they have a stomachache or whatever, she holds her arms out and says in this tiny but totally self-assured voice, “Come ere, come ere. I got choo,” and then she wraps her arms around you and pats your back. It’s the most precious thing in the world. I could have a limb hacked off and be like, ok, I’m good, after one of her counsel seshes.
(Resistance is futile)
That being said, 4: not my favorite age. I’ve gone through this enough with my older girls to know that 4 just has bad juju all around it, but I re-heally find this stage challenging. Is it just my kids or are all 4-year-olds the most emotionally fragile people on the planet? The list of things that make Ruby cry are endless and include everything from not being able to find her hat to not being sure if she has to go to the bathroom to thinking I’m giving her a stink eye when, in reality, something has gotten under my contact. Anna, who is now 6, was the same way at that age and is pleasantly stoic now so I know that this is, in fact, a stage, but still, Ruby is def the child currently holding the title of Child I Am Most Worried About. Check back in a few months when she is 5, fingers crossed.
(Don’t even think about borrowing one of those stuffed animals)
(Mom guilt add on: Ruby is honestly the sweetest child, who bursts into tears (shocker) whenever her sister puts roller skates on bc she’s afraid she’s going to fall. I love her and her massive bleeding heart. The constant breakdowns are just slowly killing me rn.)
This book has been awesome so far. We’re about 3/4 of the way through it. It’s about a little boy with a serious facial deformity and how he and all the people around him cope with it. It has chapters written from different characters’ points of view, like his sister and even his bully, which makes it even more interesting.
Full disclosure: My 8-year-old LOVES this book. My more sensitive 6-year-old has had a few nightmares from it, though, and has asked me more than once if there is any possible way for her face to suddenly become deformed. Maybe best for older kids.
5. IN Parents. (Warning: if you are not a huge Personality Type geek, you may want to skip to number 6.)
I as in Introverted, N as in Intuitive. If you were wondering if my Myers Briggs obsession is still going strong, wonder no more. Shaine and I are both IN’s (I’m an INTP, he’s an INTJ). IN’s are very very big about respecting other’s personal space, big on day dreaming, big on individuality, big on unconditional love and acceptance. We pretty much hate being pushed into things by other ppl so make it a point not to do that to others. I have generally considered this to be a plus, parenting-wise, and it’s probably not hard to figure out why 2 IN’s have embraced unschooling. Lately, though, I was reading about ES’s. They’re the opposite of IN’s. Extraverted rather than Introverted, Sensory rather than Intuitive. (An easy way to summarize the difference between an S and an N is to say an S understands the world through their senses while an N understands it through their thoughts. An S experiences the mountains by climbing them. An N understands the mountains by looking at them and thinking about them.) Anyways, as I was reading about ES’s I saw that their great strength when it comes to parenting is that they are engaging. They play. I am with my kids almost all the time. And I think I am playful. But I don’t really play. I don’t like to play. I like to watch them play, and I feel like I’ve given them enough siblings/free time that they shouldn’t really even need me to play. But I know they want me to. They want me to swim with them, to dance with them, ride bikes with them, etc. And I’m not really very good at all that. Tbh, I’m never going to be that mom who mountain bikes with the baby strapped on the back of her bike, but I’m trying to be at least a little more present. Maybe, gasp, even swim with them every once in a while when really really all I want to do is sit and watch.
(Are you coming, Mom?
Ok, this 7 Quick Takes is starting to feel like 7 Agonizingly Long Takes so let me just say I am married to the Grill Master. Like, for real. And we be grillin all the time these days. Right now bb boy is feasting on carne asada tacos with grilled onions and tomato and, let me tell you, he ain’t complainin. (you don’t need g’s at the end of words in the summer, did you know?)
That’s all for now! See ya’ll later!