Well the girls have crossed the line to the four month mark, which seems vaguely crazy. Actually it simultaneously seems like they have been here forever and also like they just got here. Such is life with preemies I suppose.
I feel largely these days as if I’m just kind of head down and getting through the days. I don’t get to see very many days in a row with all of the drs appointments so its hard to know how to plan much.
Ms. Talia is cruising along beautifully now. She is totally lovely and chunking up marvellously I think. She has managed to hold rock steady on the tenth percentile line on the preemie curve (weight) so that’s awesome.
She’s not a giant I suppose – nine pounds ten ounces as of Monday – but she’s really solid. She likes to sit in the bumbo seat now and watch things (except, of course when she doesn’t. Babies – totally unpredictable).
Developmentally she is way more sturdy with holding her head up and is smiling away. She’s starting to make more sounds which is really really fun.
Sleep wise she is funny. Both girls will happily go from 7pm to 7am waking about twice to eat (usually somewhere between 1130 and 130, and then again around 430). But at 7 I usually get Talia and pull her into bed with me to nurse her, and she almost always goes right back to sleep. I usually have to wake her just before nine so that I can dress her in time to walk Anika to school.
She can also be super emotional and just seems to go through periodic phases where she just wants to snuggle – like, I’m all good as long as there is some form of skin contact. Mom? Mom??? OHCRAPIMALOOOOOOONE!!! Usually I can just stick her beside Lucy and she’ll jam her hand into the side of Lucy’s face and we’re all good again.
One of our more dramatic days about a week ago was when the lovely Talia decided to spike a fever. Awesome. Babies are not supposed to do that – especially ones that are under three months adjusted. Darn. That earned us a trip to the ER at the children’s hospital. I had to bring Lucy and Sam with me (aeeiiii) but I was kind of hoping that with so small a baby we’d be in and out quickly.
Hah. No. Six hours later we came home. Now because I am awesome I brought one lonely snack for Sam – which he ate in triage – and that was it. Talia was fine. Virus. The end. (I can say that with absolute certainty since they ran every test known to man on her). Lucy had some wicked reflux episodes, running through most of the spare clothes I had with me (in the end she was sporting a short sleeved onesie with Talia’s legwarmers on her arms. She looked like a drunk clown dressed her).
Sam, poor kid, just about lost his mind. He was good – for being stuck in a room with a stretcher and a chair and nothing else for five hours he was amazing. I brought his leap pad and he basically taught himself how to write the entire lower case alphabet. When they finally said we could leave he was like “no, no! I like it here! I want to stay!” Basically he’d lost his wee mind. He’s also fine now.
Now Miss Lucy. As of her four month appointment she is now about 7lbs 9oz. She is getting there. Not burning up the charts but getting there. I am now finished breast feeding her, which breaks my heart a little bit even though I’m not actually sure why it should matter. It had to be done – she just wasn’t thriving the way she needs to be. The formula seems to be working for her so that is promising. And the cost of it ought to prepare us nicely for university expenses.
She’s also smiling and enjoying life in the bumbo seat though if she’s not really engaged and strongly awake we run the risk of her sliding out a leg hole. She’s kind of small still.
She is a wildly chatty little thing and if I get her going she will sit there and “guh” and “aboo” at you for quite awhile.
Her reflux is kind of a drag still. The Zantac she was taking stopped working so we’ve now moved on to nexium. I guess that is supposed to inhibit acid production and help her out? It does seem to work pretty well but wow is it a hassle to give her. I’m supposed to do it first thing in the morning, half an hour before she eats. Boo. This basically means i give it to her and then deal with her majesty’s outrage for twenty minutes (which is about all I can stand) before I cave and feed her. Also the medicine itself is weird. I’m supposed to mix a half packet with a quarter teaspoon of water. The problem is that the resulting…stuff? Is more solid than liquid. So I’m basically trying to convince a very small, very hungry baby to deal with tiny bits of gelatinous goo off of a spoon instead of feeding her. Oh well….it works at least so there is that. I’m not sure I can really see the point of doing it first thing in the morning though. It’s not like she sleeps through the night and is operating on an empty stomach or something. Who knows.
There are days now where I see the girls getting fun.
They play now. That’s kind of awesome. You have to pick your window but they can do It.
Why yes, that is Jesus perched near Talia’s shoulder like the master of all good angels. Talia is very in touch with her faith. Amen.
They have located their hands and think its really fun to grab stuff and chew on them. This stage is particularly hilarious to me because inevitably they will be moving their hands away from their faces, watching them go and you can just see the wheels turning…”hey wait!!! Come back!!”
Fun silly babies.
In Sam randomness (egads the boy is challenging these days) I have just now figured out why on earth the child was refusing to eat carrots – a vegetable I could usually count on him to eat a few of at least.
Me – Sam, lunch is ready! (Lunch consists of a bunch of random things thrown on a plate, including a few baby carrots).
Sam – (eyes plate suspiciously) – Are these big boy carrots??
Me – *blinkblink* – Yep they are Sam!
Sam – Good. Because I’m not a baby. Baby carrots are for Lucy and Talia.
Rights. Big boy carrots FTW.
In other big boy news we are finally (finallyfinallyfinally) toilet trained. As in he goes willingly all of the time and he tells me when he has to go so I don’t have to remember to ask him every five minutes. So happy it’s not even funny.
Yesterday morning he came into my room and said “I think I should keep my essie (soother) in the garbage. I don’t think that’s for me anymore.” That cracking noise would be my heart breaking.
Now before you get all judgey, yes the boy still had a pacifier. In his bed only at bedtime, blah blah blah. It’s been a battle I’ve been gearing up for but frankly I have had bigger fish to fry. Getting the boy to stop depositing horrific matter into his pull-up was way more important to me.
He has very obviously rethought his decision to toss the soother a few times (most notably at bedtime last night) but he really was ready and he wanted to do it…I think we just need to reassure him and gently encourage I him and he’ll be ok.
****edited to add that the boy made it two nights with some amount of tears and drama! and then today he located a spare soother he’d forgotten about in his room and pretty much we are back to square one. Now he says he’s going to keep it until he’s bigger than me and daddy. Riiiight.
But the Sam drama – oh the drama. Things are awesome! Things are horrifically tragically devastatingly sad and wrong! It is exhausting trying to keep up.
For instance this sad tear stained face?
Is because his stick broke on the way to pick up Anika at school.
I seem to be using the phrase “it’s just a phase!!” an awful lot these days.
Now I realize I’ve said next to nothing about my spectacular almost seven year old. She’s all very complicated and delightful and basically I love her to bits and pieces and she very definitely deserves her own post. Let’s just assume I will be able to write that really soon!
Well, my littles are now a whopping three months old…which for those keeping score at home makes them one month adjusted.
This is especially delightful because it means that they are *finally* starting to Do Stuff. Smile. Notice people. Trust me, after months of feeling like you are stuck in that Groundhog Day movie with Bill Murray, this is very very good.
We celebrated this weekend (Thanksgiving! Yay!) by going for a hike. I let Brandon pick so of course we did 8km in the back country.
The babies were fine – we each strapped one on and wandered off.I carried the backpack for the first half; Brandon for the second – pretty great.
The true rock stars of the day were Anika and Sam.
Ani did the ENTIRE distance all by her own self. There was a fair bit of up and down; stream crossing, etc. and she just did it. Amazing.
Sammo was awesome too. He pretended to be “Lightnin’ NcQueen” for the whole trip (I was Sally) and he probably walked 5 or 6km by himself.
Brandon put him on his shoulders when he started falling down more (dude was tired).
And I…well, I nursed two babies at the same time sitting on a log in the forest which I *think* makes me kind of a rock star too. And yes I have a picture and no you cannot see it. This is a family establishment folks.
It was great to get outside.
Now, lets talk about le bebes. Granted this may not be interesting to most people but since the last three months have been a TOTAL BLUR OF CRAZY I should probably write some things down so I actually remember.
First up, Miss Talia.
Talia, contrary to the pictures that make her seem like a giant next to Lucy, is actually kind of a peanut herself. She is now, (at 3 months 1 week old) 8lbs 8oz. She LOOKS big next to Lucy (who we will get to in a minute) but she’s actually only about the 10th percentile on the preemie growth curves. She’s more like 50th for length though, prompting our doctor yesterday to say “Stop looking so much like your father!” Hee.
Talia does need to gain more weight but overall has been doing pretty well. Our strategy with her for the last sixish weeks has been to nurse her during the day, and then for her overnight feeds (approximately three – one at bedtime, one sometime between 1230 and 230 am, and one around 5am) to give her bottles of pumped milk fortified to 24 calories/ounce. We’ve done the fortification with a particular formula that the pediatrician recommended and it’s worked pretty well.
She’s maintaining her growth well enough that just yesterday they told us we could discontinue the fortifier – so YAY. We’re going to give her bottles overnight still (to make sure she is maintaining the volume) but it’s pretty great that we can actually see a path to a point where I could just (gasp) nurse her and not have to do things like pump at 5am. WAHOO!
Talia is much sturdier then she was – she holds her head up like a champ, has accidentally rolled over a couple of times (very traumatic apparently). She’s starting to smile occasionally, and she’s really alert – she likes to watch people and things. She’s starting to bring her hands to midline and try to hold onto things occasionally. Most of that has developed in the last three weeks – pretty exciting to FINALLY see some milestones!
Now lets talk about Lucy.
Poor little peanut. At 3 months +1 week she is 6lbs, 9oz. She’s doing okay, and has been growing…but not the way we want her to. We’re fairly certain that she has a milk allergy, and switched her diet accordingly – nondairy fortifier, I eliminated all dairy from my diet (Dr. G. writes in her chart “Mother bitter but compliant.” Hee. And also true. And also YAY for drs with senses of humour).
Unfortunately yesterday we got some blood work back that shows that her ferritin levels are really high and her albumin levels are really low. (“Aha!” I can hear you saying. “I thought so!” No?). Those things together point to an inflammation in her digestive tract somewhere. It means she’s not absorbing enough protein and SOMETHING is making her twitchy. Could still be dairy. Could be something else entirely – we don’t really know. Soy? Something?
The long and short of it is that Brandon and I decided in consultation with the Dr. to stop nursing her – hopefully just for now, but maybe for good. We need to get confirmation of the amounts that she is getting (maybe her slow growth is just because she is not big enough to transfer enough milk? I don’t think so, but who knows I guess), and we need to eliminate some variables where the allergies are concerned. Once we get her on a good growth track we will repeat her bloodwork and just see where she is.
She is being referred to a GI specialist, but that appointment is six weeks from now and we just figured that it doesn’t quite make sense to wait until then with (likely) continued poor growth and issues, and then get her seen at which point the GI person will PROBABLY say “Hey stop nursing her and lets see what happens”….it just doesn’t make sense to wait. We want her to grow, and the fact is that the babies started 5 oz apart in weight but are now two pounds apart. It’s not ok.
I’m kind of okay with it. I’d like to nurse her (largely because I am lazy and nursing is easy and I LOVE that they always hold hands when I tandem nurse them). But I don’t want to nurse her at the expense of her health and growth. I don’t want to nurse her if it’s going to cause health problems. She’s had three+ months of breast milk; if that’s all it is then so be it. And my supply will still be there since I’m nursing Talia – if I can transition her back at some point then great.
Other than being wee (and having a giant coconut of a head) Lucy is really healthy. She’s strong; she holds her head up; she smiles; she’s engaged. She’s also accidentally rolled over a couple of times but doesn’t seem to hate life as much when that happens as her sister does. She’s really cute.
So that’s the update on the babies. The big kids deserve a post of their own too….but they are amazing as well. So sweet and so engaged with the girls and each other – it’s really wonderful. The bond between the two of them is really tight.
Sam is big into make believe and always wants to “play a game” – in which he is one character and you are another. He will be Lightening McQueen; you will be Sally/Mater, he will be Marlin, you have to be Dory, he might be Buzz Lightyear, you have to be Woody – it goes on and on and it is HILARIOUS if a little bit exhausting!
Anika’s still dancing up a storm, and seems more committed to working hard at it then ever…so…good? She tells me all the time “This is really hard mom, but I want to be competitive so I’m going to do it!” (Usually in reference to some step she’s learning….or in reference to when the teacher makes them do planks because they aren’t listening. I should try that at home come to think of it!). She is really strong and has definitely crossed the line from “Things I could probably do if I tried” with dance to “things that would make me fall down.” So good for her!
We have a pretty cool family shaping up here….very thankful.
And do you know why??
Because if one more person makes reference to one of my girls being a boy, I am going to beat them senseless.
The funny part is that usually it is a health care professional of some description who is HOLDING MY DAUGHTERS’ HEALTH CARD WITH GENDER CLEARLY INDICATED at the time. Also, why is it always Talia who they think is a boy?? Are girls not allowed to have dark hair? Are boys not allowed to be blonde? It kind of baffles me. Although there was a lab tech doing blood work on the girls on Monday who thought Lucy was the boy. Really?!
Okay; I don’t really care that much. I do like dressing them up though. Plus, babies with things on their heads! It’s never not funny.
Lucy isn’t quite sure what to make of hers – and her head is small enough that when she’s in the carseat it usually falls forward and covers her eyes. She doesn’t seem to care though – she kind of just treats it like a wee sleep mask. (Hm. Perhaps I should test this out at night??).
Talia kind of rocks it though.
Alas, my plan is backfiring. This morning a woman looked in their carseats and said “Oh a girl and a boy!” When I corrected her she claimed that she was confused by Talia’s blue bow. (Blue bow? The pink dress was ambiguous….but the silver sparkly very-much-not-blue bow confused the issue?)
I was explaining the dilemma to our not-quite-four year old next door neighbour – an adorable little blonde/blue-eyed girl. She has come up to me a few times and since and said “Oh, I NEVER think they look like boys!!” Awesome.
Wait, what summer? WHAT VACATION??? People, that was entirely too fast.
I did lots of things actually. But the best thing I did was make these people.
Introducing Talia Grace and Lucy Caroline – the newest members of our little pile of people. (Cheat sheet – Lucy is fair; Talia has the dark hair.)
This should be an OH HEY LOOK THEY WERE BORN! post, but it isn’t really – they are in fact two months old today. They showed up at the ripe old age of 31+4 weeks gestation, which earned them a good month or so in the NICU.
Here’s the beginning….
Talia, just free of the CPAP.
Lucy (aka Twin A or Twin 1 depending on who you talk to) was 3lb 8oz, and Talia (Twin B or Twin 2) was 3lbs 13oz. Flair for the dramatic these two!
It was really funny watching their progression – neither of them needed to be vented (YAHOO) but both needed CPAP for a few days. We started calling them the tortoise and the hare because their progression was really like that. Lucy came off CPAP within 24 hours and lasted a day and a half but then got tired and had to go back on. Talia took an extra day or so to come off…but once she was off, she was done with that nonsense.
Both girls are rock stars who managed to latch at 32 weeks – blew me away; babies are amazing – though I’m still required to give them fortified bottles of pumped milk at least some of the time now. They are getting there though!
But seriously, this is the first time Talia nursed – keep in mind she’s the bigger of the two – and NO I am NOT showing you nursing pictures. But this gives you an idea about her head size. Think fuzzy tennis ball.
And here they are today, at 2 months, looking totally awesome and comparatively giant.
Talia, currently 6lbs 10oz and ROCKING IT.
Lucy, currently 5lbs 7oz and…
….well, she’s getting there. She has some nasty reflux that is causing the weight gain to be slow (and sleep to be tough). But she is getting there!
And really right now we’re all just….figuring things out. We’re getting there. It’s hard – some days it’s really hard. But it’s also completely awesome and I choose to focus on that part. (That’s one of the more startling things really – the realization that it’s a CHOICE to focus on the awesome, and in making that choice it becomes even more awesome.)
Sam and Anika are so completely over the moon in love with these little people it’s not even funny. They adore them.
I expected Anika to be in love – and she is. She is beyond helpful; when I am dealing with one and the other one is crying, she will go and pick up the crying one, give her a cuddle and sing to her – in short, calm her right down until I can get there. It’s lovely to see the relationship developing between them, and I’m constantly reminding myself that I don’t have to police her – she might not be picking Lucy up PERFECTLY, but if Lucy isn’t complaining then I don’t need to get in her way. This is part of the two of them forming a relationship and it is a good thing.
Sam has really blown me away. I mean, the thing about Sam is he’s a boy – and he really is a BOY. He’s rough and tumble; he’s usually covered in some kind of dirt, his hair is almost always too shaggy and he’s really physical with his affection – giant crashing into your legs hugs; that kind of thing. I love that about him; it’s fantastic. But it’s a little scary when you’ve got that careening around your 4lb infants. So I was nervous when we brought them home….but the truth is that Sam has been SO gentle, SO loving and kind with them – he will put on this very affected “I am now talking to a baby” voice and say “Oh Luce. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m your big brother. I will protect you.” It’s impossibly sweet (though I am obviously biased and make no promises about becoming unbiased!!).
The things I’m finding hardest right now are finding time to use my hands. It’s ridiculous but I mean if you’ve had a baby you know what I’m talking about – you know how to do your hair, clean, put on makeup, whatever all with one hand while the other hand is holding your baby. But suddenly I’m standing there holding two babies and staring at a pile of dinner ingredients with no idea how to get them assembled because NO HANDS. Or I’m looking at an email I’d really like to respond to and…can’t because NO HANDS.
Or you know, I’d like to write a blog post showing off my babies and I can’t because….well you get the idea.
Mom. Stop being so lazy.
More to come…lots more to come. Just as soon as I find my hands.
In the midst of all the crazy that is our lives right now, our boy turned three yesterday. (I am assuming, by the way, that this means an immediate cease-fire on the terrible two nonsense. I mean, right??)
Also, how is it possible that I have this three-year old KID and not one of these??
Sam had a great day yesterday. Right now he’s doing two full days at his Montessori school a week (Mondays and Tuesdays) both because I typically have drs appointments on Tuesdays and because I need the extra minutes to pack. So it’s working for all of us right now.
They had his sun ceremony at school yesterday, and we were invited which was really fun. It’s a short little ceremony thing where the birthday kid lays out the months of the year in a circle and then walks around them once for each year of their life. After each circle they put up a picture of the kid at that year (so like a picture of Sam at one when he walks around once, that kind of thing).
Sam was so not down with this. He loved the idea that it was his birthday but he’s not totally comfortable with being the center of attention. So when it became apparent to him that he was really supposed to be the center of attention he declared very firmly “Oh no. It’s not my birthday. I two.” Like, nothing to see here people – lets move on. Circle time?
He finally agreed to walk around the circle when Brandon went with him so it all worked out okay in the end – he kind of settled into it. It was pretty funny though.
His FAVOURITE part of his party with his friends was the part where he brought cupcakes for his class. This was a Very Big Deal for Sam. Because of his allergies every time it’s someone else’s birthday, and they bring cake or cupcakes, he can’t have any. They try to make sure they have some kind of other special snack for him, and he doesn’t usually protest – he’s REALLY good about staying away from food he knows isn’t safe for him – but the fact that HE had cupcakes that were safe for him – well. He was SO PROUD. He served everyone a cupcake.
Then he got to sit down and have one too.
I should mention, in case you are confused, that yes, Sam is the youngest one in his class, which ranges from 3-6 year olds. They moved him into this class a bit early mostly because he is so verbal – he can express himself really well; he talks a lot; and he was getting stressed out by being with the toddlers who couldn’t talk. So they moved him and it’s been largely a very positive experience for him. I think sometimes he gets frustrated by being treated as the ‘baby’ in the class (“My fwiends say I am a baby mommy. I NOT a baby!!”) but overall it’s been great.
For context here, we are moving in about a week and a half. We are up to our eyeballs in packing and boxes and general chaos – not to mention baby growing – so we really didn’t plan a party for Sam this year. I felt a little bit badly about it but the truth is that he just doesn’t care that much; he’s still young enough that anything out of the ordinary is delightful. So the only things he’d really asked for were a Mater cake (from the movie Cars) and for two of his friends (Ava and Aidan) to come and have it with him. We thought that sounded like a fine plan – we invited the two families to come for cake.
When I asked Sam what he wanted for dinner, he said hot dogs, french fries, and “green poothie.” Green smoothies, aka The Way Our Family Gets Vegetables these days, pretty much consist of blended kale, cucumber, apple, lemon, a few green grapes, and ice. Sure kid – happy birthday. Enjoy your kale.
After dinner we opened a few presents. He was again not too sure about the center of attention piece but definitely liked the presents – so it evened out.
Our friends started drifting in, which meant more presents, and of course MATER CAKE. I will tell you for free that this cake was a bit of a challenge. I am good with fabric. I am not so good with baked goods. I do not like being all sticky. And the fact that we have to bake vegan to avoid dairy and eggs for the boy is a bit of a challenge. There are some GREAT vegan cakes out there – don’t get me wrong – and the cake part of Sam’s cake is great. But the icing is tricky. It’s really hard to approximate a buttercream icing – or something that you can work with for decorating purposes. Vegan butter substitutes tend to be a whole lot meltier than actual butter so getting the icing to hold shape and be smooth was….not the easiest.
Okay; finished whining. We Made It Work. And also? Sam is three. He is not terribly discerning. He cared that it looked like Mater (it did) and that it was safe for him (well, duh.).
Actually, when he got home from school, he pulled a chair over to the counter and basically stood on it and gazed at his cake for…oh….20 minutes? he was THRILLED.
He was even more thrilled when his friends came to share it with him.
He went to sleep with his new mater truck and Lightning McQueen car perched on the pillow next to his head, with his soccer ball tucked in at the foot of his bed. It was a very exciting day all the way around. And it required very little planning on my part so win-win. (I will do better for him next year; I promise).
For his birthday, Brandon and I got Sam a balance bike – one of these to be precise. I’ve heard good things about them – I wasn’t totally sure about it really but….it seemed a worthwhile gamble. The house we’re moving to is close enough to Anika’s new school that she will be able to walk next year – and I was trying to figure out a way for Sam to self-propel. I just can’t quite wrap my head around two babies + Anika + Sam getting to school – and I think this will be fun for him. (Seriously – go youtube some videos. These Strider bikes are hilarious.) I think he’ll be able to move faster on it and he will really really like it. At least, I hope so.
We took it out for an inaugural spin this evening.
And you know, the boy loved it. He refuses to sit on the seat yet (apparently this is a really normal progression with these things) so he basically walks with the bike between his legs, steering with the handlebars. He was SO PROUD. He was running with it, and getting the hang of steering it and manipulating it FAR more than he’s ever been able to do on his trike. So I think as he gets comfortable and starts running with it while he’s sitting on the seat he’s really going to love it. Plus it only weighs like 6lbs so if he gets tired of riding I can pretty much carry it with one hand.
He’s not pacing Anika on her bike yet, but if she rides her scooter he does pretty well. I think it’s going to be a matter of consistent practice and we’ll see how he does. I’m just happy he likes it!
The last shot is for posterity – I thought you’d enjoy the shadow of the humble photographer, who truthfully resembles a cartoon more than anything else these days!
So that’s the update! Babies, good. Moving, crazy. Sam, three. How are you?
You know that thing that happens where you have a major life thing going on and it’s too early to really talk about it, and then you wait and wait and wait some more, and then maybe you can share about it but you aren’t sure, and then you finally think “Okay I can share now” only it’s been SO DARN LONG since you updated the blog that you no longer quite know where to start? And besides that you haven’t been sewing anything anyway because nooo tiiiime and mostly people come here to see about the sewing anyway?
HI THAT IS ME. YOU ARE WELCOME.
Lets jump right in shall we? I haven’t been here because I’ve been busy growing things. These things, to be specific.
(Please admire my horrific at the park self-portrait. It’s pretty awesome.)
Want a closer look? SURE.
In case you aren’t sure that would be two whole babies in there. At the same time. Both at once.
CRAZY. And also wonderful and awesome and amazing. We couldn’t be more thrilled. We’ve had a kind of complicated pregnancy history so to have two healthy babies that appear to be completely fine and growing fine is nothing short of miraculous. It is going to be AWESOME.
We learned a few weeks ago that the twins (fraternal) are both girls, which is also REALLY fun – we like girls. Poor Sam is going to be surrounded by women, but as a good friend pointed out, he’s going to be an awesome husband one day! He’ll be fine I’m sure :).
So as you can imagine there’s been a lot of fallout from the whole two babies at once thing – mostly the rather stark realization that our three bedroom townhouse is *probably* not going to cut it with 4 children. So we have found another house and are working on selling ours and will hopefully move at the end of June. Our babies are technically due Sept 8, but based on my history and the fact that twins generally come early anyway we’re expecting to deliver them around 36 weeks – so maybe the second week of August. But we’re going to watch and see what happens. Hopefully we can keep them in there that long and things will be good.
I am finally feeling better and able to function a little bit, and I have a ton of projects lined up in my head that I want to work on….but the practicalities of staging a house and packing and all the rest of it are making it hard to actually get anywhere with that. But I’ll try! In the meantime I’ll check in here a little more often (though it will probably be a little more “life stuff” and a little less sewing for the next while….but then, HELLO – two little girls to sew for!).
Feel free to check in periodically and remind me that I can totally handle this – I’m probably going to need the reassurance! But I really do think it’s going to be great fun.
Thanks for being patient the last few months – I’ve missed this space!!
OH HEY – you know what? I did sew something. A dress. For a wombat. Anika’s class mascot. Obviously.
Better late than never, right?
We had a lovely (if mildly crazy) holiday this year – we were at my parents’ house with my sister, brother, and grandfather (as well as my parents and Connor the dog), which made for a full house – especially at a time of year when “outside” doesn’t act as the additional rooms in quite the same way.
But it worked – we had a great time.
We sat down for dinner the night we arrived only to discover that Anika, Shannon and I had managed to fully Embrace The Stripes.
We are awesome. Obviously. Also, and apropos of nothing, I ALMOST bought the sweater Shannon is wearing when I was in Boston and then I didn’t. And now I am sad. (But it is great on her).
Sam has met my grandfather before, a couple of times, but when you are two the frame of reference for things you remember are pretty short. Nevertheless he decided Grandad was just fine pretty quickly – and ended up seeking him out and asking to snuggle with him and read “tories!”
The slippers, by the way, are Sam’s current favourite thing. I bought them in a moment of weakness at the grocery store while I was trying to entertain the kids until Anika’s prescription was ready – best $4 I ever spent. He insists on wearing them, even inside his sleep sack at night. It’s pretty funny – and also, don’t try to tell him they are penguin slippers. They are DUCKS thankyouverymuch.
Christmas Eve I surprised the kids with one of the few things I managed to make this Christmas – Christmas jammies (made from Melly’s Holiday Pajamas).
These are really lovely – the instructions are pretty simple to follow and the kids LOVED them. They fit them beautifully – I made them each a size down (based on age) – so Sam’s are 18 months and Anika’s are a 5. But they fit them both perfectly. I worried that Ani’s are maybe a touch short but after seeing them on her non-stop for the last 2 weeks I really think they are perfect. They might not last next year but that’s ok!
The piping is definitely my favourite part of these pjs – I messed it up a little around the collar in one place (grrrr) – I just couldn’t quite figure out how to pull it out of the way and have it join neatly. But I’ll try again – this pattern is definitely a keeper.
I find the fabric for Sam’s pjs absolutely hilarious. He was with me when we were picking out flannel and for some reason FIXATED on this Christmas colored OWL fabric. Those are tons and tons of tiny little owls. He, of course, is convinced that they are penguins – but whatever; he loves them. (And I do mean LOVES). I had like 8 other choices all picked out for him – “Hey Sam, polar bears!” – but no deal. The owl/penguins were what he wanted. I think he looks from a distance like he’s wearing a smoking jacket or something – it’s pretty adorable.
This next picture would be the part where my father told Anika she could be the official ice-cream tester for Christmas dinner.
Nuff said I think.
And of course there was the obligatory reading of the Night Before Christmas and the Polar Express with Gran before bed.
Next year I’ll make Gran some matching jammies too.
It was a special Christmas for sure – the kids are at really fun ages.
I’ll leave you with one last shot – Sammo, finally old enough to not be in bed by the time we are eating Christmas dinner. He got to join the party and was SO proud of himself it was ridiculous. Note Junior Asparagus perched carefully beside his bowl, watching him eat.
Hope you all had wonderful holidays too!