Happy 1 Month

Our little Leo is one month old today. He is certainly the most high-maintenance of all of my children so far....weird because I have to two older girls. His sleeping habits are not conducive to making a mom happy and he prefers to lay in my arms and walk fast rather than sit and cuddle. Our schedule is not anywhere near where I would like it to be by now and I can't see it improving anytime soon. We go to bed around 10, and then proceed to get up at 12, 3, and 6 - and stay up for at least an hour every single time. So really I sleep for 2 hours, get up for one hour, sleep for 2 hours and get up for another hour. By 7 am I am ready to fall asleep walking. The only thing that makes this situation ok is that he isn't crying or fussy (usually) when we are up, he is just staring at me. One thing we have learned though is that he likes noise, he will fall asleep to the sound of the vacuum and loves to listen to anyone sing. It's been a short month...hopefully it slows down.

Someday he'll fit in Dad's chair.

In other news, on Saturday Mya had to go to the soccer fields to mark out the fields in preparation for the soccer season. An hour after Joel and Mya left they returned and Mya was in tears. Joel says to me "She has pepper spray in her eyes." Ok....I keep pepper spray in the stroller during my walks and the stroller happened to be in the back of the car. She somehow touched it and then touched her eyes and then it was in her eyes (thankfully she didn't spray it in her eyes). How it leaked I have no idea since I have never even unlocked the cover, but it did. For future reference, applying milk to the eyes is the best remedy. Water didn't seem to help at all. Thankfully it didn't take long for the pain to go away, but now I know it would work against any attacker...For those of you who know Miss Mya, she has a low (very) tolerance for pain and asked Joel to take her to the nearest hospital on the way home because she was convinced she would be blind.

On Sunday we all headed to the Oregon District for the Final Four Festival. We didn't know what we were getting into, but it turned out to be a great afternoon adventure. Mya was a little too old to enjoy some of the games, but she did a vertical jumping test and scored an Air Force lighted key chain. Nora on the other hand had to stop at every single booth and try every single game. She threw bean bags into a board, threw tennis balls into a laundry basket (for suckers...we did this about 5 times), walked onto the Air Force recruiters platform (just because it was there), threw footballs through a net, and "shot" an M9. That last one was my favorite. Some of the kids were very nervous and most didn't want to hold the gun, not our Nora. She wouldn't leave the table without participating.

Leo's First Outing..no that cotton candy wasn't his

Mya and Nora

Nora, sucker, and M9

Mya's vertical jump, highest for a (9 year old) girl that day

Poop in a Bag

Tonight Mya had her first outdoor soccer practice and Joel had a Dayton Flyers game to go to, so it was my first time managing all 3 children outside of our house at the same time. But it was supposed to be a simple thing.

1. Drop Mya off at practice at 5:30.

2. Pick up Nora from daycare.

3. Grab some dinner for Nora to eat in the car during practice.

4. Leave practice at 6:30.

Sounds so simple, I assured Joel that it was no problem, go to the game - we're fine - seriously. Steps 1 - 3 were carried out flawlessly. I got Nora some McDonald's nuggets and we sat watching Mya practice. At around 6:15 Leo started crying (screaming) and I had to get him out of the carseat and feed him. While I am nursing him in the front seat of our car, Nora tells me she has to poop. Great, the bathrooms at the fields haven't been opened yet. What is a mother to do? Improvise....We grab the McDonalds bag and while Nora squats over it I have my one free arm keeping her up. While I am one-handed wiping Nora, Leo decides it's time to start gagging and throws up everywhere...I forgot to mention he was diagnosed with acid reflux today...and now my shirt, my pants, the seat and Leo are covered in throw up. The car not only smells like poop, but throw up. To top the whole thing off, the trash cans aren't set out yet either, poopy McDonalds bag sits outside of the car for the time being.

I get Nora clean and then clean up Leo and myself. After we do this, Nora says she has to pee. Luckily I have a pull-up...yes I just now realized that daycare returned them to us because Nora is fully potty trained. So I make her take her clothes off and put on the pull-up. There is more poop in her underwear and on her pants so she is now pantsless running around the car, not happy because she has to pee in the pull-up. It's now 6:35 and Mya's coach has them starting to scrimmage. Awesome. For the next 10 minutes I fight with Nora, talking her into peeing in the pull-up, and trying to keep Leo happy because apparently his reflux is bothering him and he's very sad. Mya gets in the car at 6:48 and immediately says "Nora did you poop?"

Disaster night. 

A Genius? Not so much...

Nora and I picked up Subway on our way home from the grocery store today and she picked out Cheetos to go with her sandwich. As we were sitting down eating, she pulled a Cheeto out that was "Y" shaped and said "Look, a Y!" Then she bit off the two forks on the Y and said "Now it's a 1." My heart swelled with pride because these nuggets of intelligence aren't common when it comes to our Nora - she could be the funniest person I know but we normally leave the brains to Mya. I couldn't help but be proud that all the time we work on the alphabet and her numbers was working. She can do her ABCs and count to 16 but to think she was starting to recognize them was a happy moment for me. As I was cleaning up our lunch and getting ready to change Leo, Nora exclaimed that she had to go potty. So up the stairs we went and as she sat down to do her business she very seriously told me "I tell Mommy when I have to go potty because I'm a big boy." Proud bubble popped by the elusive gender puzzle. We love you Nora....and we're very happy that you are so cute.