In a house full of women, one would guess that it's a little hard to get a word in oftentimes. Anyone who thinks that in our house would be right! Abby, Isabella, and I use up gallons of words a day. So that doesn't leave room for anyone else to add to the conversation. Well....
Ali Kate has decided in the last two weeks that she wants to get a word in edgewise. She has become a blossoming linguist over the last several days. In less than two weeks, she's added apple, head, Paw-paw, mouth, peez (please), moo, bear, bunny, book, Abby, Bella, and cup to her stash of words. I'm sure I'm forgetting at least a half dozen more words, but those are the first ones that come to mind. Oh yeah...she also says "ew" all the time (Thanks to Sandra Boynton's bunny who eats broccoli stew....you'll have to read the book to understand!). Anyway, we are at the point where we can identify objects in books and around the house (since we're still stuck here day after day), and she will pick up on new words after a try or two. She's really enthusiastic about learning them, and we cheer her on with lots of praise. That baby gets more "yays" in a day than I may have gotten in the last ten years! She just lights up when you cheer for her like that.
At dinner last week, Ali Kate was devouring our meal. I have no idea what we were eating (my mind is sapped by this pregnancy), but she obviously loved it. At one point, Abby looks at Ali Kate and says, "Ali, you're eating like a horse." Ali Kate so promptly and appropriately replied, "Neigh." We laughed until our bellies hurt! Her timing couldn't have been better.
Other than thinking that both cows and horses say neigh, she's really coming along with her animal sounds. She knows the sounds for cows, horses, dogs, cats, sheep, and monkeys. Her monkey sounds is the cutest by far. She loves to neigh though for no reason at all, so we have an in-house horse on our hands!
I'm loving this stage with Ali Kate. She just melts my heart every day. She loves to cruise on the couch to me (where I've been spending lots of time the past two weeks) and just cuddle against me. She pops that thumb into her mouth and sucks it while she cuddles. It's so adorable. She also just rests beside her baby brother (who takes up my entire lap) and snuggles. She's going to have a rough transition when Grant arrives. She is very good at being the baby, and I don't know if she's ready to relinquish that role quite yet. I'm not ready for her to...so I guess we'll just have two babies!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Bedrest!
I've now officially been on bedrest for a full week, and this is not for me. I am very much a hands-on, do-it-yourself kind of woman. So having other people clean, cook, and care for my children is so foreign. Isabella and Ali Kate have been in Jackson with Granny and Paw-paw since Sunday night. I know they are having a great time, but I miss them so badly. I want to just hold them and cuddle them with all my might! Ali Kate came home for a day yesterday so that she could go to the neurologist, and I didn't want her to go back to Jackson at all. It was so good to kiss her and snuggle with her. She's even picked up a couple of new words while she was gone. Isabella is having a grand time playing with her cousin, keeping him on his toes I'm sure. She's apparently been on good behavior which is exciting. I guess without Abby there to fight with....
Abby and I have had some great one-on-one time. We're using this week to spend time just the two of us. We've colored, had pajama movie night, done a makeover, played games, read books, snuggled, taken naps together. It's been so nice. I'm loving having just her although it comes at the cost of missing my other two so very much. I hope Abby really remembers and appreciates our time together. Too bad it happened due to bedrest. I would love instead to be taking her to all kinds of neat places and doing unusual things....but this time at home has been really special.
Abby and I went to Dale's Sunday night for dinner (I figured that would be less work than cooking myself), and we had a delightful date. Abby told everyone from the hostess to the waitress that we didn't have our family with us. She told them about her sisters being in Jackson and about how she was out with Mommy. She told them that she was four and that she was having a baby brother named Grant. It was adorable. She ordered for herself, put her napkin in her lap, and thanked them each time they brought something. She was very polite and well-behaved. When the waitress asked how we were, Abby said, "Oh, just fine. Thank you." So prim and proper! The man beside us stopped on his way out and complimented her behavior and her beautiful appearance. He really went on and on about how cute she was. She ate up every word! At another point during dinner, Abby said, "Mom, we can actually talk. I like this alot." I've really talked more to her in great depth about things than normal because no one else is clamoring for my attention. I've loved every minute of her big girl conversations.
Today Emily Rainey came to the house to take maternity photos. I am really excited about them. I've never done these, so this is a huge step for me. I've never wanted a camera near me during pregnancy (and I'm much larger this time than ever), but I was super-excited about capturing this time in my life. This is our last baby, and I want to remember how I looked and felt. I wish I'd been journaling this entire pregnancy, but I've been raising three beautiful daughters instead. Something has to give somewhere! I have learned that I can't do it all! While I do hope that Grant makes it to at least 37 weeks, I am so ready to meet him and hold him. I love the feel of a newborn baby.
Abby and I have had some great one-on-one time. We're using this week to spend time just the two of us. We've colored, had pajama movie night, done a makeover, played games, read books, snuggled, taken naps together. It's been so nice. I'm loving having just her although it comes at the cost of missing my other two so very much. I hope Abby really remembers and appreciates our time together. Too bad it happened due to bedrest. I would love instead to be taking her to all kinds of neat places and doing unusual things....but this time at home has been really special.
Abby and I went to Dale's Sunday night for dinner (I figured that would be less work than cooking myself), and we had a delightful date. Abby told everyone from the hostess to the waitress that we didn't have our family with us. She told them about her sisters being in Jackson and about how she was out with Mommy. She told them that she was four and that she was having a baby brother named Grant. It was adorable. She ordered for herself, put her napkin in her lap, and thanked them each time they brought something. She was very polite and well-behaved. When the waitress asked how we were, Abby said, "Oh, just fine. Thank you." So prim and proper! The man beside us stopped on his way out and complimented her behavior and her beautiful appearance. He really went on and on about how cute she was. She ate up every word! At another point during dinner, Abby said, "Mom, we can actually talk. I like this alot." I've really talked more to her in great depth about things than normal because no one else is clamoring for my attention. I've loved every minute of her big girl conversations.
Today Emily Rainey came to the house to take maternity photos. I am really excited about them. I've never done these, so this is a huge step for me. I've never wanted a camera near me during pregnancy (and I'm much larger this time than ever), but I was super-excited about capturing this time in my life. This is our last baby, and I want to remember how I looked and felt. I wish I'd been journaling this entire pregnancy, but I've been raising three beautiful daughters instead. Something has to give somewhere! I have learned that I can't do it all! While I do hope that Grant makes it to at least 37 weeks, I am so ready to meet him and hold him. I love the feel of a newborn baby.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Cows, Cows, and More Cows
So will this cow thing with Isabella ever end? That poor thing is plagued by cows every day of her life. This whole thing started several months ago when she got scared of a cow sound at the Olive Branch Chick-Fil-A. Now she freaks out around cows and the "moo" sound. We did go to the zoo several days ago, and I had her walk up to a real cow. I talked her through the encounter, assuring her that they are not scary at all. She repeated that. But then we got to the car and she kept telling me how scary the cows were. Then she found a small red spot on her leg and claimed that the cow at the zoo bit her. She pulled up her capris for two days everywhere we went to show people her cow bite marks! It was hysterical.
She has a See N Say toy that has farm animals, and now we've had to remove it from her room because that cow was going to "get her." Yesterday we went to the new playground they built at Central Park (which is not a toddler-friendly playground), and guess what? They had a picture of a cow at the top of the only slide that was safe for toddlers. I was able to talk her through sliding a few times before she absolutely refused to go back on the slide. She talked about the cow on the slide for about 30 minutes after we left.
Anyway, besides cow phobia, not too much is going on with Isabella. Her current phobia is obviously cows, and her current passion is ballet. She is dying to get into Abby's dance class at the Little Gym. She throws major tantrums when we let Abby go in, and she just stands at the glass door and watches with want in her little eyes. We've even gone so far as to let her have Abby's tap shoes when she's done so that Isabella can tap in the lobby. We tried to get them to take her, but they won't until she's 3. So we've promised her she can dance on June 13th. Now she'll tell you that she's going to dance when she turns "free" on "June firteenth." She has no clue when June 13th is, but she's waiting anxiously for her time to twirl and tap. I haven't decided if I'm sending her there or to Stars in Motion this summer, but she's going somewhere. We're probably going to do Stars in Motion this fall because the owner actually teaches lessons during preschool once a week. That would be so ideal for us. Both girls could take, and I wouldn't have to make two extra trips during the week to dance lessons with all the kids in tow.
Isabella is still the center of my prayer life many nights. Her behavior has gotten so difficult that I really think I'm going to lose my mind most days. Matt and I have conversation after conversation about how to address her rebellion. She can truly be the most loving, cuddly bug in this house...but she can be the most demanding, mean, trying child too. We are going through a phase where she tells me "NO" in a very defiant way about everything from going potty to getting dressed to wearing a certain pair of shoes. She screams "no" at me at the top of her lungs. We've spanked, taken away priviliges, used time out, and rewarded good choices with candy....with no real solutions in sight. I know this is a marathon, but it is a very long marathon. She's also really rough with Ali Kate, and that's can't be tolerated. So I spend a very large portion of each day trying to discipline and teach her. It's exhausting. I pray that one day my teaching will sink in with her.
Oh my goodness....I almost forgot to mention her current obsession with shoes! Isabella got these yellow polka dot flip flops from Little Lambs and Ivy on a whim about a month ago. I wanted to get her some really cute flip flops, but they were sold out of her size. The ones we bought were the only ones in the entire store left in her size. She immediately fell in love with them, so I had to get them. Luckily, I had a $20 off coupon which made these shoes free (at least that's how I justified the purchase). Anyway, for days she wouldn't wear another shoe at all. We wore them to church with brown and pink. Now that's a fashion statement. We wore them with pants, capris, you name it. It's just one of those things that's not worth the battle. I believe parents should choose their battles wisely, and this was just not worth the struggle. No harm (other than people thinking I can't coordinate clothing and shoes) was done at all. I have now at least gotten her to wear her white sandals, but she yanks them off the minute we get home so that she can put on her yellow flip flops. When she's not in those, she's in some oversized dress-up shoe that belongs to Abby. I can't remember the last time she wore a non-dress-up shoe to the gym. She always makes a fashion statement there.
She has a See N Say toy that has farm animals, and now we've had to remove it from her room because that cow was going to "get her." Yesterday we went to the new playground they built at Central Park (which is not a toddler-friendly playground), and guess what? They had a picture of a cow at the top of the only slide that was safe for toddlers. I was able to talk her through sliding a few times before she absolutely refused to go back on the slide. She talked about the cow on the slide for about 30 minutes after we left.
Anyway, besides cow phobia, not too much is going on with Isabella. Her current phobia is obviously cows, and her current passion is ballet. She is dying to get into Abby's dance class at the Little Gym. She throws major tantrums when we let Abby go in, and she just stands at the glass door and watches with want in her little eyes. We've even gone so far as to let her have Abby's tap shoes when she's done so that Isabella can tap in the lobby. We tried to get them to take her, but they won't until she's 3. So we've promised her she can dance on June 13th. Now she'll tell you that she's going to dance when she turns "free" on "June firteenth." She has no clue when June 13th is, but she's waiting anxiously for her time to twirl and tap. I haven't decided if I'm sending her there or to Stars in Motion this summer, but she's going somewhere. We're probably going to do Stars in Motion this fall because the owner actually teaches lessons during preschool once a week. That would be so ideal for us. Both girls could take, and I wouldn't have to make two extra trips during the week to dance lessons with all the kids in tow.
Isabella is still the center of my prayer life many nights. Her behavior has gotten so difficult that I really think I'm going to lose my mind most days. Matt and I have conversation after conversation about how to address her rebellion. She can truly be the most loving, cuddly bug in this house...but she can be the most demanding, mean, trying child too. We are going through a phase where she tells me "NO" in a very defiant way about everything from going potty to getting dressed to wearing a certain pair of shoes. She screams "no" at me at the top of her lungs. We've spanked, taken away priviliges, used time out, and rewarded good choices with candy....with no real solutions in sight. I know this is a marathon, but it is a very long marathon. She's also really rough with Ali Kate, and that's can't be tolerated. So I spend a very large portion of each day trying to discipline and teach her. It's exhausting. I pray that one day my teaching will sink in with her.
Oh my goodness....I almost forgot to mention her current obsession with shoes! Isabella got these yellow polka dot flip flops from Little Lambs and Ivy on a whim about a month ago. I wanted to get her some really cute flip flops, but they were sold out of her size. The ones we bought were the only ones in the entire store left in her size. She immediately fell in love with them, so I had to get them. Luckily, I had a $20 off coupon which made these shoes free (at least that's how I justified the purchase). Anyway, for days she wouldn't wear another shoe at all. We wore them to church with brown and pink. Now that's a fashion statement. We wore them with pants, capris, you name it. It's just one of those things that's not worth the battle. I believe parents should choose their battles wisely, and this was just not worth the struggle. No harm (other than people thinking I can't coordinate clothing and shoes) was done at all. I have now at least gotten her to wear her white sandals, but she yanks them off the minute we get home so that she can put on her yellow flip flops. When she's not in those, she's in some oversized dress-up shoe that belongs to Abby. I can't remember the last time she wore a non-dress-up shoe to the gym. She always makes a fashion statement there.
Baby Boy Update
So, I haven't blogged in forever....but that's ok. I'm giving myself an "out." I'm now 32 weeks 2 days pregnant with our blue bundle of joy. And I do have three very boisterous young girls keeping me busy around the clock (literally). So I'm going to try to journal some about everyone if the girls don't wake up from nap before I finish.
We have a name! We finally decided on Grant Dawson Stine. We actually narrowed it down to Grant, Jack Dawson, Dawson, or Jackson Grant several weeks ago. We knew that Grant would be some combination of those names. Even though we think Grant flows better as a middle name, we both wanted to name our son Grant. Matt suggested naming him Dawson Grant and calling him Grant, but I wanted to name him what he was going to be called. So we just decided to choose a middle name that we liked even if it didn't flow beautifully. We both love the name Grant, and I think it's a good strong man's man name. This was a major decision for us because this is the only son we'll ever have and because we differ so much in our opinions. Matt likes more common names; I like more unusual names. We're super excited to finally have a son with a name. YAY!
I had an ultrasound at 29 weeks for minor complications, and Grant already weighed 3 lb. 14 oz. The tech looked at me and asked if my other babies were big. I told her yes, and she said, "Well, this one's huge too. Not abnormally large to where we think there's a medical problem, but very large." Thanks. So we're getting only 3-6 month clothes with the exception of one or two gowns that were newborn that I just loved. If we go full term (and I'm praying we do), we can expect a big boy. That's fine with us. Ali Kate definitely prepared us for that possibility!
We've set a C-section date provided that there are no problems before then. We've tentatively decided on May 20th (10 days before my due date) to bring Grant into the world. God may have other plans for an earlier arrival, and we'll adjust if He does. I'm so hoping that our house sells before then so that we can be settled in a larger home before Grant gets here. I'll be glad to be home from the hospital by my birthday, and I'll have plenty of time to recuperate before it's time to throw Isabella's 3rd birthday party.
I'm huge....I'll post pictures with Matt's help later. I actually got asked the other day if I was having twins. I very quickly replied, "No, number four. I've gotten much bigger each pregnancy." The lady then continued to look at another lady and say, "Don't you think she looks like she's having twins?" I wanted to crawl under the table....well, not really because then I wouldn't have been able to get back up. Very few clothing items fit right now, but I'm okay with that. May 20th is 6 weeks from Tuesday; I can make it that long for sure.
Well, I'll go to the doctor Friday for another checkup. Hope all goes well. He told me last visit to start resting....or I was going to end up on bedrest. I've had lots of cramping and contractions, and I think that scared him since I've had two preemies already. He said it was time to call in the troops and get some help with the kids. So far I think I'm okay, but we may have to call in family if I get put on bedrest. Let's hope I don't. I'd be miserable, and so would my girls. Hopefully he'll tell me he feels like all is ok this visit.
We have a name! We finally decided on Grant Dawson Stine. We actually narrowed it down to Grant, Jack Dawson, Dawson, or Jackson Grant several weeks ago. We knew that Grant would be some combination of those names. Even though we think Grant flows better as a middle name, we both wanted to name our son Grant. Matt suggested naming him Dawson Grant and calling him Grant, but I wanted to name him what he was going to be called. So we just decided to choose a middle name that we liked even if it didn't flow beautifully. We both love the name Grant, and I think it's a good strong man's man name. This was a major decision for us because this is the only son we'll ever have and because we differ so much in our opinions. Matt likes more common names; I like more unusual names. We're super excited to finally have a son with a name. YAY!
I had an ultrasound at 29 weeks for minor complications, and Grant already weighed 3 lb. 14 oz. The tech looked at me and asked if my other babies were big. I told her yes, and she said, "Well, this one's huge too. Not abnormally large to where we think there's a medical problem, but very large." Thanks. So we're getting only 3-6 month clothes with the exception of one or two gowns that were newborn that I just loved. If we go full term (and I'm praying we do), we can expect a big boy. That's fine with us. Ali Kate definitely prepared us for that possibility!
We've set a C-section date provided that there are no problems before then. We've tentatively decided on May 20th (10 days before my due date) to bring Grant into the world. God may have other plans for an earlier arrival, and we'll adjust if He does. I'm so hoping that our house sells before then so that we can be settled in a larger home before Grant gets here. I'll be glad to be home from the hospital by my birthday, and I'll have plenty of time to recuperate before it's time to throw Isabella's 3rd birthday party.
I'm huge....I'll post pictures with Matt's help later. I actually got asked the other day if I was having twins. I very quickly replied, "No, number four. I've gotten much bigger each pregnancy." The lady then continued to look at another lady and say, "Don't you think she looks like she's having twins?" I wanted to crawl under the table....well, not really because then I wouldn't have been able to get back up. Very few clothing items fit right now, but I'm okay with that. May 20th is 6 weeks from Tuesday; I can make it that long for sure.
Well, I'll go to the doctor Friday for another checkup. Hope all goes well. He told me last visit to start resting....or I was going to end up on bedrest. I've had lots of cramping and contractions, and I think that scared him since I've had two preemies already. He said it was time to call in the troops and get some help with the kids. So far I think I'm okay, but we may have to call in family if I get put on bedrest. Let's hope I don't. I'd be miserable, and so would my girls. Hopefully he'll tell me he feels like all is ok this visit.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Ali Kate
Ali Kate has begun to pull up. Huge news in the Stine household. She has pulled up all the way to standing about five or six times now. I'm super proud of her. She really has to work hard at it, but she keeps trying. Of course, we cheer and scream for her each time.
Today she had her first physical therapy session at home. The therapist thinks she's already doing great and will continue to improve quickly. She said she may very well be walking in a few months. I'd be so excited. She gave us exercises to encourage walking, standing, cruising, grabbing, and pulling up. So we have our work cut out. We are going to be faithful and work, work, work!
Now Miss Ali Kate has gotten us paged the last two weeks at church.....we've never gotten paged with any of our kids until then. Two weeks ago she got bitten on the cheek by a little friend in class. Poor thing. It didn't break the skin, but it did leave a raised welt and bruised badly. Last week she had a grandmama blowout and had poop all over everything. So we got paged and came to pick her up...she was wearing a ridiculous concoction of clothes they'd put together for her. (Let me note her that I just quit carrying her a change of clothes a couple of months ago because we have not once in her 13 months needed to change her clothes away from home.) Lesson learned. I'll be packing a change of clothes from now on. She had to sit naked for a bit while they scurried to find lost clothing items that would fit her. She came home in Dora socks, a girl shirt, and boys' pants. I thought she was getting sick, but she never had another stinky diaper or anything. So we've missed service the last two weeks with our little stinker's nursery issues.
Today she had her first physical therapy session at home. The therapist thinks she's already doing great and will continue to improve quickly. She said she may very well be walking in a few months. I'd be so excited. She gave us exercises to encourage walking, standing, cruising, grabbing, and pulling up. So we have our work cut out. We are going to be faithful and work, work, work!
Now Miss Ali Kate has gotten us paged the last two weeks at church.....we've never gotten paged with any of our kids until then. Two weeks ago she got bitten on the cheek by a little friend in class. Poor thing. It didn't break the skin, but it did leave a raised welt and bruised badly. Last week she had a grandmama blowout and had poop all over everything. So we got paged and came to pick her up...she was wearing a ridiculous concoction of clothes they'd put together for her. (Let me note her that I just quit carrying her a change of clothes a couple of months ago because we have not once in her 13 months needed to change her clothes away from home.) Lesson learned. I'll be packing a change of clothes from now on. She had to sit naked for a bit while they scurried to find lost clothing items that would fit her. She came home in Dora socks, a girl shirt, and boys' pants. I thought she was getting sick, but she never had another stinky diaper or anything. So we've missed service the last two weeks with our little stinker's nursery issues.
My little four year old
We went with Claire and Karen to the Children's Museum this week and had a blast. The girls had a great time, and I think Claire was amazed. That first visit is so impressive! Anyway, at one point, Isabella wanted to go to the dance room which is within eyesight of the police car. Abby, however, wanted to remain in the police car and direct the other kids who were her criminals in the backseat. I asked her to come with me so that Isabella could dance, and she said, "I'll be okay here, Mom." I told her that I wanted us to all stay together, and she quickly replied, "I'll be okay. Trust me, baby, trust me." I thought I was going to fall out right there! She sounded like a teenager saying that.
On a different note, Abby went to a different dance class today since we can't be there tomorrow. Last week her teacher taught her the wrong footing for third position. When we were reading a ballet book, Abby noticed that the stance was different. I then asked her what her teacher said. Turns out that the girl teaching taught them fifth position for third. I did take ten years of ballet, and I know my positions. Not much else...but I do know those. So anyway, I showed Abby the five positions correctly as we read the ballet book. So today I see her in ballet telling Mrs. Nikki that the teacher last week was wrong about her positions. Abby proceeded to explain the whole thing to her and how Mommy showed her in a book what third position really was. That child doesn't miss a beat. (At least she didn't tell the mistaken teacher that she was wrong!)
Oh...one more thing....last night I asked Abby at the dinner table what her favorite part of the day was. She said, "When you came to my room to wake me up all by yourself." Make my heart melt. That child is so loving and precious. Now if we could only get her to stay precious when her blood sugar gets too high!
Ballet is definitely Abby's new obsession. We have to wear the outfit, practice the moves, check out books on it, watch the shows, everything. Last week she had to watch Dancing Princesses before ballet because she said Genevieve would get her ready to do ballet. In the pool the other day, we were swimming ballerinas, and we had to do pirouettes and arabesques in the water. It was too cute! She even got Matt to do a plie and a releve the other night. That was priceless!
And let me not be remiss by recording here that yesterday when I went to check her sugar during MOMS....I walked into the room right as she was "delivering her baby" out of her shirt! I laughed so hard. Mrs. Penny said she and Anna Claire had been pretending to be pregnant and delivering babies all year long. I had no idea. Abby has done this once with Sammy and Nicki at our house, but I've never seen her do it any other time. I think all these pregnancies are taking a toll on her! Pregnant at the ripe old age of four. Now that's news!
On a different note, Abby went to a different dance class today since we can't be there tomorrow. Last week her teacher taught her the wrong footing for third position. When we were reading a ballet book, Abby noticed that the stance was different. I then asked her what her teacher said. Turns out that the girl teaching taught them fifth position for third. I did take ten years of ballet, and I know my positions. Not much else...but I do know those. So anyway, I showed Abby the five positions correctly as we read the ballet book. So today I see her in ballet telling Mrs. Nikki that the teacher last week was wrong about her positions. Abby proceeded to explain the whole thing to her and how Mommy showed her in a book what third position really was. That child doesn't miss a beat. (At least she didn't tell the mistaken teacher that she was wrong!)
Oh...one more thing....last night I asked Abby at the dinner table what her favorite part of the day was. She said, "When you came to my room to wake me up all by yourself." Make my heart melt. That child is so loving and precious. Now if we could only get her to stay precious when her blood sugar gets too high!
Ballet is definitely Abby's new obsession. We have to wear the outfit, practice the moves, check out books on it, watch the shows, everything. Last week she had to watch Dancing Princesses before ballet because she said Genevieve would get her ready to do ballet. In the pool the other day, we were swimming ballerinas, and we had to do pirouettes and arabesques in the water. It was too cute! She even got Matt to do a plie and a releve the other night. That was priceless!
And let me not be remiss by recording here that yesterday when I went to check her sugar during MOMS....I walked into the room right as she was "delivering her baby" out of her shirt! I laughed so hard. Mrs. Penny said she and Anna Claire had been pretending to be pregnant and delivering babies all year long. I had no idea. Abby has done this once with Sammy and Nicki at our house, but I've never seen her do it any other time. I think all these pregnancies are taking a toll on her! Pregnant at the ripe old age of four. Now that's news!
I'm obviously a cow!
Ok...so Isabella takes the cake with this one. She's been having a hard time lately getting to sleep in her own crib. We've given in and laid with her in our bed to get her to sleep and then carted her sleeping self back to her crib a little later. But I don't want this to become a habit, so I'm trying to enforce her going to bed in her crib like a big girl. Anyway, last night she started screaming hysterically when it was time to go to bed. I was at a loss as to what to do. Ali Kate was ready to sleep, and I didn't want her to upset Ali Kate. But I still had to stay up to do Abby's testing and night-time snack, so snuggling with Isabella just wasn't an option (Matt wasn't home).
Anyway, she started telling me that she was scared. When I asked her what she was scared of, she said, "The cows in my room." So I told her that we'd do a cow check and remove all cows before she went to bed. So we started looking in every corner to make sure there were no cows. Well, all of a sudden, she screams, "There's a cow!" I, being of sane mind, didn't see a cow obviously. So I asked her where the cow was, and she pointed above her dresser. So I carried her over there and asked her to point at the cow. She grabbed the picture of me, Matt, and her at five days old...and pointed directly at ME! I am the culprit cow that's keeping her scared in her room. I immediately sent Abby to the living room with the cow, and Isabella was fine and ready to sleep.
So if being six months pregnant with number four isn't enough to make me feel fat, this did the trick! Thanks, Isabella! I love that girl!
Anyway, she started telling me that she was scared. When I asked her what she was scared of, she said, "The cows in my room." So I told her that we'd do a cow check and remove all cows before she went to bed. So we started looking in every corner to make sure there were no cows. Well, all of a sudden, she screams, "There's a cow!" I, being of sane mind, didn't see a cow obviously. So I asked her where the cow was, and she pointed above her dresser. So I carried her over there and asked her to point at the cow. She grabbed the picture of me, Matt, and her at five days old...and pointed directly at ME! I am the culprit cow that's keeping her scared in her room. I immediately sent Abby to the living room with the cow, and Isabella was fine and ready to sleep.
So if being six months pregnant with number four isn't enough to make me feel fat, this did the trick! Thanks, Isabella! I love that girl!
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