More Adele-isms

I've been collecting more Adele-isms to share. She is such a hoot! I've been asked on more than one occasion, "do you just laugh all the time at her?" The answer to that is...almost all the time. I mean, she is still 2 1/2. Which means she can have real moments of toddler-esque behavior.

Good thing she has many more funny moments than toddler moments!

-Adele talks about the sun "waking up" and "going to sleep". One time when it was behind the clouds I asked her where the sun was and she said "behind the clouds. Taking a nap." Another time it was behind the clouds I asked her what it was doing and she told me it was "eating dinner."

-Henry was crying and Adele went over and told him "it's ok broder it's just me. No monsters are coming!"

-On the drive from Spokane to Iowa Adele was watching some movies. She loves Madagascar 2 so we put in the first Madagascar for her to watch for the first time. She didn't get into it that much. The next day we were still on the road and I asked her what she wanted to watch and she said "um, proby not Madagascar."

-I asked Adele how old she was and she said "Four". So I asked her how old Henry is and she said "Four". So I asked her how old I was and she said "Two". Then I asked her how old Sophie is (my parents' dog) and she said "Six". Finally I asked her how old Grandpa is and she said "um, I don't know!" She must be able to recognize that she can't count that high...

-One time both kids were crying and Adele leaned over to Henry and said (in the midst of her own tears) "it's ok baby broder (hic) I right here (hic) don't cry (hic)".

-One day Adele and Grandma were playing in the living room and Grandma said to me "Quick get a kleenex there's a bug!" I came in the room and saw it was just an earwig, so I called Adele over. Much to my mother's surprise, Adele simply said "I got it!" and proceeded to pick it up and carry it outside. She threw it in the bushes and said "I saved it!" And that's how we deal with bugs in our house.

-One of Adele's favorite Mickey Mouse Clubhouse episodes is one where Goofy is sick and keeps sneezing really loudly. The other night we were up in her room getting ready for bed and she heard Grandpa sneeze really loud. She exclaimed to me "Grandpa sneezes like Goofy!"

-One night Adele was really trying to stall going to sleep. At one point she called me up to the room and told me "Mommy, I think I pooped." I checked and there was nothing so I told her, "I don't think you did". And she said again, "No, I think I did Mommy!" So I asked her if she needed to go potty. We went into the toilet, took off her diaper and I told her again "I don't think you pooped Adele." I showed her the empty diaper, and she looked surprised and said "My poop is gone! It's hiding."

-A continuation of the same night of stalling sleep time - Adele called me up and she had a baby with its clothes off. She told me the baby had pooped and she needed to change her. I told her there was no more getting out of bed and she needed to go to sleep, so she proceeded to wail "but Mommy, my baby pooooooped. I need to chaaaaaange her!"

-Adele woke up one morning and popped up in her bed, looked at me, and said "Hi Mommy. Shall we get up?"

-And finally one for our Oklahoma friends - Adele has lately been into saying "ya" instead of "you". So she'll ask me things like "What can I draw fer ya?"

Love that girl.

Three months

My kids rock. I hope everyone thinks they have the greatest kids in the world. If anyone doesn't think their own kids are the greatest, they should think mine are the greatest.

Henry is 3 months today. He looks older than he is, and seems to act older than his age too. He thinks he likes to be standing a lot. I kindly remind him there is no way he can hold his own weight since he's such a little chubs.

Henry is cooing a ton, smiling a lot, and still just on the verge of all out giggling. He has been enjoying his activity mat for short periods of time, and simply loves sitting in the bouncer, watching the lights and groovin' to the music. The boy definitely gets his exercise!

He is very alert too - loves getting attention from people and works to get their attention when he doesn't have it. Henry is grabbing at things (like Adele's hair, when she leans in for a hug or kiss) and he is fascinated with his hands and spends lots of time studying them and sucking on them.

Henry is a pretty good sleeper too. He catnaps throughout the day, but at some point also takes a longer nap - usually in the range of 2-4 hours. (This usually occurs when Adele is sleeping...he seems to wake up to her voice. I'm not complaining; I enjoy the time when they are both asleep!)

Henry has also shown signs of wanting/attempting to roll over...a feat I'm hoping he holds off on a little bit longer. I love immobility!

Love you Henry!

Motherhood

I've never been much of a kid person. That may surprise some, since 75% of this blog is about my kids.

I was a dog person. This was me:

Growing up, we used to categorize people as "kid people" or "dog people". You know, those that ooh and aah over the cute kids in the strollers vs. those that ooh and aah over the dogs on leashes.

I also admit, I really disliked babysitting. I appreciated the money, but I considered it hard-earned money if I had to play pretend for hours instead of being able to sit and watch a movie with the kids. 

However, I always knew I wanted to have a family. I didn't know what it would be like to have my own kids or to be a mother, but I knew I wanted it.

My preference for dogs over kids didn't change even when I was pregnant. Not long before Adele was born, I had some interactions with women who wanted me to hold their baby. They assumed I loved kids. A fair assumption, considering I was weeks away from having a baby around me full-time.

I DO love my nieces and nephews and babies/kids of my good friends. Always have. But random babies and kids? I'd take the dog any day.

Naturally, having kids of my own has changed me in more ways than I can ever write about. Just as I knew I wanted to have kids someday, I also knew I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom. My own mother was a stay-at-home mom. I can't imagine it any other way. I loved having friends over, playing in my own home, always being welcomed by my mom after school.

To actually picture myself as a stay-at-home mom was an unthinkable task back in the day. Playing pretend all day every day? Constantly having kids crawling all over me all day? Walking out in public with spit up or other bodily fluids on my clothes 80% of the time? While I could say I wanted all of that, visualizing it was a completely different story.

I love my life. I laugh all the time (more Adele-isms to come!), I get less sleep, I play pretend, I do many things one-handed, and I do something I never ever ever ever thought I would do - wipe the snot from my kids' noses.

I think being a mother is one of the most selfless "jobs" a person can do. And let me be honest. It's an area in which I struggle. Not in the areas of giving up my precious alone time, or not in the area of having to give up in the middle of the night and getting less sleep, and not in the area of sharing my foods. Surprisingly, I do ok with those things. 

It's my identity I struggle with.

Before kids, I "did" a lot more than I do now. 

In college, I was defined by what I did. I had a major, two minors, a career concentration, and a coaching endorsement. I played varsity volleyball. I made it to nationals in both indoor and outdoor track.

Out of college, I was defined by what I did through work. I was a Spanish teacher. A basketball and volleyball coach. A naturalist for an outdoor education program. A field station manager in Costa Rica. 

And I have great hobbies. I love to read, scrapbook, make quilts, and attend free zumba classes. 

All of those are pretty cool things to be defined by. When someone asked me what I "do", I was proud to tell them. It made for good conversation. I was interesting. 

Don't get me wrong - I am proud to be a mom. I truly do enjoy being defined as a stay-at-home mom. My kids are awesome. My days are entertaining. I have purpose in life.

But everyone knows what a stay-at-home mom's life looks like. It's a life filled with a messy house, toys everywhere, a dirty kitchen, a constant pile of laundry to do, lots of laughter, funny stories to share, and plenty of hugs and slobbery kisses. 

So when someone asks me what I "do", I tell them I'm a stay-at-home mom. And they don't feel the need to ask follow-up questions, because they too can picture in their heads what that life looks like. 

However, when I meet someone who doesn't know me well and doesn't know the "cool" things I used to do, I want to tell them so they will see me as not just a stay-at-home mom. 

I think this is human nature. Is there anything wrong with being just a stay-at-home mom? Of course not. Do I need people to know cool things about me besides my days with my kids? No. 

The transition to being a stay-at-home mom was difficult for me. Even though I knew I wanted kids and I knew I wanted to stay at home with them...well, I did some pretty cool things before my kids came along. 

But let's face it. My life is pretty cool now. That picture of the stay-at-home mom inside everyone's head? That is my life. Someday I'll get more sleep, read more books, work on more projects, and have clean clothes. 

But today? Today I will dance with Adele, hold Henry and do things one-handed, and talk more about poop than I ever dreamed I would in one day. 

And to be honest, I'll probably still look past the kid in the stroller and instead pet the dog on the leash.

Summer Fun

Well, we are working hard to survive and have a good time without David around. Adele has learned some new phrases - "I just been missing Daddy" and "Daddy is in Yicaraga (Nicaragua)". It's obvious she thinks about him a lot and is missing her daily interactions with him.

Usually she'll mention him a few times throughout the day, and then it hits hard when she's a little tired - and especially at bedtime. She always wants me to sing to her, but now I have to work hard to find the right songs, because she will stop me and say "No, Mommy, Daddy always sings that to me". The other night it was raining hard and Adele was so concerned that Daddy wasn't around and kept saying "Daddy just needs to come home! He's gonna get his head wet!" Pretty smart little girl - Daddy's not home, so he must be out somewhere in the storm getting his head wet.

However, despite missing David, it sure has been nice having such great weather since we got to Iowa! We have spent lots of time outside - playing London Bridges Falling Down, Duck Duck Goose, visiting the Farmer's Market, playing in a little wading pool, getting together with friends for picnic dates at the park, eating ice cream, and visiting the zoo.

Here are some pictures of our time thus far:

Before David left, we spent an afternoon swimming at Aunt Rachel's pool

 Henry's favorite activity - sitting on Grandpa's lap, cooing

A little Duck Duck Goose with James

Henry hanging out with Katie and Shawn

Adele enjoying her wading pool

My sweet beautiful baby boy

Aunt Rachel has taught Adele how to make a "funny face"

Henry chatting it up with Grandma on Orange Day

And a few from our trip to the Omaha Zoo:

Adele teaching Grandpa how to make funny faces

The girl always has to take the more interesting path

Stopping for an elephant ride

Hitchin' a ride with Grandpa

The zoo was a good place for a morning snooze

Adele roaring like a bear in front of the bear cage

Ending the day with a ride on the train!

Aunt Rachel and Robbie helped haul around the kids and gear

Adele and her pacifiers

When Adele was first born, I worked for a long time to get her to take a pacifier. 

I tried all different types of pacifiers. Nothing seemed to work. FINALLY at two months old, Adele latched on to her first paci. I was thrilled. We attached that thing to her outfits every day and never went anywhere without it. We had four great months. Fussy Adele? Stick the paci in her mouth. If I wanted to stretch her feedings? Insert paci in mouth. Cooing loudly in a group setting when we needed to be quiet? Paci --> mouth. Naptime or bedtime? Paci time.

At 6 months old, Adele chewed a hole in that paci. It was a sad day. No big deal, right? I had other pacifiers. Nothing exactly like her favorite one, but plenty to choose from. Nope, no deal. I tried for weeks to get Adele to take to another pacifier. Finally, one day I threw in the towel and gave up.

Many people told me that was a good thing - it would mean I wouldn't have to wean her off the paci when she was older and still attached. That sounded nice, but I quickly realized I would have easily chosen a few days worth of fuss when the day came to wean off the paci over many months of no paci to soothe Adele as a baby. Instead of using a pacifier, Adele wanted to nurse all the time. When she was fussy, when she was tired, to go back to sleep at night every time she woke up, etc.

Oh, how I mourned the loss of that pacifier.

One day in the last 6-8 months or so before Henry was born, Adele came across a pacifier. Probably one I tried to get her to take as a baby. She got a kick out of it, and enjoyed chewing on it. It was pretty obvious she didn't know how to properly use it, as she never really got the hang of sucking on it. I didn't teach her, since she was older than 2. Every now and then she asked for her paci before bed. Sometimes I gave it to her; sometimes I didn't. Naturally, when a child is older than 2, it's not the ideal time to get them hooked on a pacifier.

This summer, as we've been traveling, there has been a day here and there where Adele has asked for her paci. She doesn't depend on it, and hadn't asked for it very often, but seemed to enjoy chewing on it for a few minutes in her bed before setting it aside for the night. I ended up leaving it in Spokane.

Big mistake.

As is the case with many things in life, we all want what we can't have. Adele has decided she needs her paci. She is a very sensitive girl, very driven by her emotions. Change is hard on her. It appears that with lots of change and disruption going on in her life, she has decided that maybe having her paci will make her feel better.

With David leaving on Sunday, I knew that would be another big emotional change for her. So what did Adele and I do? First thing we did after he pulled away was get in our car and go buy a pack of two pacifiers for her. She picked them out - a pink and purple one.

She takes them to bed with her, sometimes chews on them, sometimes puts both in her mouth at once, sometimes just puts them under her blanket. I like to think of them as a teddy bear - something to give her comfort in a difficult time in her life. I'm trying not to think about the ridiculousness of willingly buying a 2 1/2 year old two pacifiers, after she quit taking one at 6 months old.

I guess we'll still have to go through a sort of a process of getting rid of the pacifier...but not today.

Goodbyes suck

Goodbyes are the worst. I hate them. Always have, always will.

For our Middle School graduation, the song "Yesterday" was played (It's so hard...to say goodbye...to yesterday...). It made me sad. And yet, everyone was continuing on to high school. What a silly goodbye to be sad about, and yet I was.

I was incredibly sad about graduating high school and leaving my friends. I wasn't even that excited about college, because I was too consumed with being sad about the goodbyes I'd have to face.

I chose to be a Spanish major in college, knowing full well that I'd have a requirement of studying abroad for a semester. Although I was excited about that opportunity in the beginning, I ended up almost dreading it because it meant I'd have a semester away from my friends. I planned on going my junior year, and ended up putting it off until spring semester of my senior year just to put off having to say my goodbyes. Putting it off didn't make the goodbyes any easier.

Leaving Costa Rica after the semester wasn't easy either. I had met a boy I liked, who happened to live in the far away state of Washington, and we knew it wouldn't be easy to see each other frequently.

After David and I got married, we moved out to California to work. Though I was excited about a new life with my new husband, I was super sad to say goodbye to my family and move away. Those goodbyes sucked.

The goodbyes were hard when we moved from California to Costa Rica. The goodbyes were awful when we left Costa Rica to move back to the U.S. Seeing a pattern? I hate goodbyes. 

David isn't much better. I'd like to call him my rock, my strength, the person I depend on. He is all of those things, but not necessarily when it comes to goodbyes. At the end of each visit with our families, we sadly walk away, tears in both our eyes (and often rolling down our faces). We've been able to spend good quality with both of our families over the years, but the goodbyes don't get any easier.

Today was a tough day. A day that had been slowly creeping up on us. David left this morning to go back to Oklahoma for a few days to prepare before he leaves for Nicaragua for two months to do his research for his master's. We had considered having the kids and me join him for a month or so of his time there, but concluded that this year might not be the best year for that. We plan on going with him next year.

David's excited to go. I'm excited for him (and a bit jealous of being in Latin America without me!). And while we know that two months isn't that long in the big scheme of life, it didn't make saying goodbye any easier today for either of us. Goodbyes suck.

I'm not one to post facebook statuses about my husband, or publicly declare how much I love him, or prove to the world what a good dad or husband he is. Maybe it's because we began our relationship way back in the stone age, when there was no facebook, blogs weren't popular, and the world wasn't nearly as interconnected through the internet as it is now. Maybe not. We've just never been too public of a couple.

But let me say a few things about David. He is awesome. I could never have a better husband, a better father to my children, or a bester friend. He is my whole world. We've done everything together it seems. For almost our entire marriage, we've worked the same jobs with the same hours, travel together, and had the same friends. We talk about everything, make all decisions together, split up responsibilities evenly, become visionaries together, dream and talk hours about our future. We encourage each other to go out with friends, take time for ourselves, and yet we love being together. We laugh, we cry, and we usually can't shut each other up when we're with each other. David has made me a better person. I realize that's a cliché thing to say, but I truly am better just by having him in my life.

And as today is Father's Day, let me take a second to rave about David as a father. David and I parent together, and he is so involved in our kids' lives already. He changes diapers, holds Henry, patiently disciplines, helps teach and correct, ooohs and aaahs over Henry's latest developments, and is Adele's favorite playmate in the world.

Simply put, David is the best.

So while we are excited for David's time in Nicaragua, and thankful for email and Skype, it was hard to see him go today.

Goodbyes suck.

For the Fathers

I have a wonderful father.

There are two things I think of when I think of my dad: sports and Colorado. I'm not sure I've ever seen him more passionate about life than when it involves sports and Colorado.

My dad was my coach forever. He taught me to dribble a basketball, bat left-handed, correctly field a softball, shoot a lay-up, and be the best athlete I could be. Though he wasn't my coach for track, he loved cheering me on at track meets and timing my races. And while he didn't used to be too knowledgeable about volleyball, he grew to love the sport and understand rules like double hits and back row attacks.

But I remember many, many, many weekends of softball tournaments in the hot summer with my dad as the coach on base, signing when to steal and bunt. And I remember even more weekend basketball tournaments, when we used to joke that I was going to have a second bellybutton because my dad get on his knees to be at my eye level and poke me, pushing me to play defense better or be more aggressive with my shot.

And my dad loves family vacations in Colorado. He loves to spend free time planning the next family vacation, dreaming of hikes to take, which days we'll drive around Rocky Mountain National Park, where we'll eat, and which animals he hopes to see. He loves Colorado.

Here are three words to describe my dad:

Motivating: I mentioned this in regards to sports above, but my dad pushed me to be the best I could be in everything I did. Whether that was school, band, or sports, I didn't have to be the best - I just had to do my best and my dad was proud.

Devoted: My dad is very devoted to his family. He gave up pursuing promotions at work in order to be a good family man. This meant he was very involved in our lives and supported us in all of our activities in and out of school. It's always been obvious that he wants the very best for his family.

Provider: My dad looks out for us. Financially, he has generously given and provided for me in more ways than I could ever thank him for. It has always somehow been understood that my dad will be there for us when we need him - both in large and small ways.


I am also incredibly thankful for having a wonderful father-in-law. I must take the opportunity and say a few things about him and the type of father figure he is in my life as well.

Committed: My father-in-law does everything 110% - whether it is working 12 hour days in his busy seasons and coming home exhausted, or spending 15 hours straight at Disneyland, he simply goes for it. He works hard, and he plays hard.

Spoiler: I couldn't come up with a better word for this, but my father-in-law loves to spoil his kids (including me) and grandkids. He loves to buy gifts, and even gets pure joy out of taking us to Costco to buy our favorite foods when we visit.

Jokester: He has a good sense of humor and enjoys lightening the mood. Some might call him corny, others would call him witty, but either way, he makes people laugh.

Once again, I couldn't be more thankful for the wonderful examples I have in a father and a father-in-law.

And, I'm thankful for the father of my children. More to come on him later.