The Elusive Jackster

I found Jack awake and on his tummy last night at 4:45. So I guess I can't deny it any longer. The Jackster can roll over!

He's done it a dozen times or more, but I have never seen him do it. I have watched him for ten minutes straight as he struggles on his side, to no avail. But if I lay him on his back and go to the bathroom, or make dinner, or even just turn away to look at Todd while we're talking, when I look at Jack again, he's on his tummy and I've missed it again.

Easter Weekend

Jack loves to hold his head up. He'll keep it up for, seriously, a ten minute stretch when he does tummy time. He holds it up while he sits in his car seat. He is strong and he loves to show that off.
Todd didn't go up to Sacramento to fly this past Thursday (he usually does), and instead of going in to work, we made a family day out of it and went to the San Francisco Zoo. It's made the whole week feel like a vacation (which was so nice after him being gone Friday through Sunday last weekend). Hazel was in heaven the entire day. She especially loved seeing the giraffes, tigers, and penguins.

Saturday was our ward's Easter Egg Hunt. It was held at a mini golf course. This was Hazel's most spectacular find:
We've been playing Egg Hunt at home all week with empty eggs. After the ward party yesterday, Hazel's focus quickly shifted from finding eggs!!! to candy.candy.candy. This morning when she hunted for eggs at home, she opened each one as soon as she found it and stuffed her face. Good thing I only filled them up with fruit loops, teddy grahams, and raisins.
We tried a new technique with boiled eggs. Did you know you can color them with crayons while they're hot and the wax melts right onto them? They look really cool and it was both easy and relatively mess-free.
Before church we drove to a field of flowers and tried a photo shoot. It was mostly unsuccessful. Hazel was pouting about standing in the dirt and poky flowers and there was nowhere to prop the camera to get a whole-family shot, but I like this one well enough.
Happy Easter!

April Catch=Up

Phew! It's been busy the last couple of weeks. Our house was the Spring Break hot spot for family members on both sides of our family. We did a lot of hosting. My kids are now suffering from a major lack of attention and are making me pay for it dearly!

My mom and dad came first. The weather was windy and cold, with threats of rain, so we didn't venture out as much as we otherwise would have, but they kept insisting that they came to see Hazel and Jack (oh,yeah, and Todd and me) and any activities we did would only be icing on the cake.

We spent one day at the beach and driving along the coast. Hazel was too busy playing hard to ever look at the camera. Seriously, Nana took 30 pictures and you only get a glimpse of Hazel's big blues like twice. That girl will not stop to pose.
Books, books, books! Hazel loved having extra people to read to her, and Grandpa and Nana even spoiled her with a field trip to the book store.
Jack got cuter. Is that even possible? He was so happy to always have someone wanting to hold him and listen to his baby talk. My mom spoiled me by sending me out to shop sans kids while she cleaned my bathrooms, folded several loads of laundry, and made dinner. AND every single morning while they were here Hazel got out of bed around 7 and played with my parents while I slept in for an hour or more until Jack needed to be fed. Bliss!

The day they left, Todd's crowd showed up, comprising of his mom, his brother KB, his sister Missy and her four girls, and their family friend Art. And yes, everyone slept in our two-bedroom apartment! It was packed.

The boys ran a 25K trail run in the morning, near the Muir Woods north of the Golden Gate Bridge. It was beautiful. Soooo fun to see Hazel playing with cousins! She was in heaven. But that cup full of trail mix? ... Gave her the runs and a terribly painful diaper rash for several days. Apparently, she can't really eat that many nuts at a time. We thought she was over her peanut intolerance. Guess not. We spent the rest of the day in San Francisco, heaving around the double stroller, which seemed to always either be embarrassingly empty or high in demand. (For quite a long time, Jack slept on one side, and Hazel sat in Shaylee's lap on the other side. It was so fun to listen to those girls giggle!) We snagged Ghirardelli chocolate samples, ate sourdough bread, watched some acrobats do a street performance, and saw the sea lions on Pier 39.

Sunday we relaxed, complete with a visit to the Oakwood hot tub. Ha ha! Love that place.
Cousin Carly is six months older than Jack, but not a whole lot bigger. No wonder people thought I might have been pregnant with twins! Jack is huge!
Monday we went to the beach at Santa Cruz, and Tuesday we checked out the tide pools at Half Moon Bay, then took the scenic way home along the coast and through the redwoods. Nine loads of laundry later, we're back to a quiet house.
Jack's finally hit an age where he's really, truly fun to be with. He's sooo cuddly and squishy and warm, and it's wonderful to hold him, but he's also quite content to lay on the floor by himself, too. He'll talk and squeal and just figured out how to get pretty loud. He'll play on his tummy for long periods of time, holding up his head and chest and even scooting from side to side a bit. He's laughing and ticklish and loves to chew on his hands, which produces a ton of drool.
Hazel has learned how to really get under my skin and butt heads with me. I think that may be why I'm so in love with Jack right now. He's been just [a little] more fun to be around this weekend. Todd was gone for Guard and I got tired of how Hazel wants to defy me no matter what I ask her to do, just to not do what I want her to do. Aargh! It took 15 minutes to get Hazel from the car to the house after church yesterday. I took this video 10 minutes in. I laughed at the end, but only so I wouldn't cry. The video was evidence for Todd to see what Hazel had been doing to me all weekend long. I'm hoping I'll think it's funny for reals someday [soon].

I'm so tired and long for the days when Jack'll sleep through the night [except that I love the stage he's at right now otherwise!]. I try to nap whenever Hazel and Jack are both asleep, but it doesn't work that well. I swear one or the other of them cries out and wakes me up every time I've been lying down for 15 or 20 minutes. I just want a solid hour, darn it! But if I can't nap while they're down, at least I can catch up on here.

Jack's 3 Month Milestones

Jack is three months old today. He still loves to snuggle (just with me) and he smiles so easily. He's been laughing for a couple of weeks now, mostly when I tickle his ribs or when Todd's making faces at him. He thinks Todd is soooo entertaining. When Daddy comes home, Jack's quite eager to discuss his day, man to man. He's also been working hard to roll over. He's done the flip from tummy to back several times, and spends a good portion of his floor time on his side, trying to figure the rest of the maneuver out.

Read 'til You Drop

We got a Little Mermaid book from the library this week. When I pulled it off the shelf and showed it to Hazel, she gasped! She's carried it around with her all day long ever since.

Yesterday I put Hazel down for her nap at 1:00. At 1:15 I could hear her talking to herself as I drifted off to dreamland on the living room couch. At 4:00, she was still asleep. Todd and I went to check on her and leave her door open a crack (that usually does the trick to wake her up gently) and found her dead asleep like this:
The Little Mermaid book was on the floor next to the chair, standing on its edges in an upside down "V". I couldn't stop grinning. She's so cute.

The Bedroom Merge

We've now survived four nights in a row with Hazel and Jack sleeping in the same bedroom. Hooray! The freedom is scrumptious. 15 lb, 24 1/2 inch Jack just could not fit in his bassinet any longer, so we bit the bullet and did it Thursday night without really knowing if we were ready. No real game plan. He went in around 10:30, ate around 3:30, then woke up again to eat at 6:30, at which point I put him back in the bassinet anyway because Hazel was close to waking up and I was afraid of how that would go down.

When I was nursing Jack in the middle of the night, Hazel woke up and saw her door was ajar. I could see the wheels turning in her blond little head for a bit, then she peered over at the crib and noticed a jumble of blankets. "Hi, Baby Jack," she whispered as she daintily wiggled her fingers in a wave. My heart melted. She proceeded to whisper an entire minute's worth of welcoming information in the crib's general direction before Jack burped and she looked behind her to where Jack and I were sitting in the gilder. "Hi, Mommy!" she whispered in a delighted voice. I said hi back, then quietly explained that little Jack gets hungry in the middle of the night and I was just feeding him, please lay your head back down and go back to sleep. She laid quietly until I left, but wanted a goodbye kiss.
Friday night Hazel woke up screaming at 4:30 with pins and needles in her legs (she likes to sleep on her knees, unfortunately). Todd rushed in there and settled her down, then came back with the report that Jack was sniffing and wiggling a bit, but still sort of asleep. I laid there hoping Hazel would fall back to sleep before I had to go in to feed Jack, afraid of the mess I'd be in with two crying kids in the middle of the night. But to my amazement, all four of us fell back to sleep instead. Jack woke up to nurse around 6:30, and this time I dared to put him back in the crib. When Hazel woke up around 7:15, she turned on her light but left Jack alone, and came out quietly. Hooray!

Tonight I tried to put Jack in bed just thirty minutes after we put Hazel down, and she was still awake. When I came in, she started talking loudly, and when I urged her to whisper and not wake Jack up, she started to cry, then scream. Jack woke up. Bummer. Well, I learned my lesson there. Wait until Hazel's soundly out before bringing in the young one.
So, it's definitely an experimental process, but I'm thrilled that Hazel still seems well rested in the morning and everyone is adjusting alright. I was so afraid of this milestone, especially because Hazel is a light sleeper, but I think we'll be alright living in a two-bedroom apartment for a while yet. ;)

Jack got blessed today.

Jack is two months old now. He is 24 1/4 inches long and weighs 14 pounds. He was in the 95th percentile at his check-up, in both height and weight. He loves to cuddle and it is really easy to get him to smile. He's a happy boy.
Today was his baby blessing at church. It was very nice, and we were happy to have Todd's dad and his sister Beany with us. I'm so grateful to be married to a worthy Priesthood holder. Yesterday we all went to the beach. It was great, because Larry and Beany were more than willing to watch the kids, so Todd and I got to pull on our wetsuits and go body boarding for the first time in years. It felt wonderful to walk into the ocean, board strapped to my wrist. I got super excited with my first mouthful of salt water. It brought back memories. I loved to look at the water, which was blue-gray and silky. The ocean has a completely different appearance when you're a little bit into it than when you're standing on the beach. I'd forgotten.

Crazy story. Todd and I each caught a wave and were back out trying to catch another. I just kept waiting for a wave to come. Todd caught one and I just kept waiting, but after that, it seemed like no more were coming for ever. Then this lifeguard showed up and shouted to me through her megaphone, "If you can hear me, wave your arm." I waved my arm. She said a few more things I couldn't understand, then said, "Something, something, wave your arm," so I waved it again. I looked around and couldn't see the surfers that had been nearby before. Suddenly, I was like, oh my gosh, is there a shark nearby? Is she clearing the water for a shark? I started to panic and swim hard, then thought, what if that draws attention to me? and slowed down. Then she asked me to wave my arm again, so I did, and she hopped on her surfboard and came out to me. By that point, I was almost to the beach. Turns out, no shark, I was just stuck in a riptide. She had said, "If you need help getting back, wave your arm," and of course I had waved my arm. I was so embarrassed.

Video of Jack

I got a good video of Jack tonight. He was smiling and cooing all evening long, and I'm so glad I thought to get out the camera. He's so cute and I feel guilty that he's suffering from second kid syndrome, but he is. So soak up these gems when they come along, baby!

I'm Still Here - Barely

Life with two kids has been tricky. I'm tired. Hazel takes her diaper off now. At all. hours. of. the. night. My favorite are the poopy ones. And she gets into her dresser and changes her clothes. All. night. long. It's bad enough waking up to nurse a baby. This is excruciating. But at least I have a husband at home this time around. Todd's been a huge help. Believe me, I felt the loss when he was gone for Guard last week, Thursday through Sunday. It was a painful weekend.

But not everything has been terrible. The kids are both cute and seem to really like each other. This video is old by now (taken February 10th) but it's cuter than the one I took this week, and we all know I'm going for entertainment value here.

Hazel's mullet is long enough for pigtails now! Sadly, there's still a whole chunk on the top that may never grow past her ears, but at least it lays flat on her head.Other current fascinations: turning pages in books, even books without pictures; playing with Gaston, Prince Phillip and Derrick; pretending to be villains (Maleficent, the "scary witch" from Sleeping Beauty, the "mean queen" from Snow White, and she likes me to be Gaston); changing her clothes; pretending the living room is the ocean; clicking buckles together, then begging me to undo them so she can click them together again.
Jack weighed 14 pounds last week! He's 6 weeks old now. Can you believe it? He loves to cuddle. He's starting to coo, which is absolutely melting my heart. His eyelashes are getting long. He's always been a big smiler, but now he's starting to smile socially instead of just when he's eating or sleeping. He's starting to get rolls! (Hazel never had rolls - she was such a skinny, starved baby.) Jack can go six hours at night without waking up, although he doesn't do that every night yet. Sometimes he's still up every three.

I'm sad that the red-eye reducer wouldn't get rid of Jack's scary eyes in this picture.
The big question looming over my head is when to put Jack in Hazel's room. First we had him in mine and Todd's room. Then we moved him to the living room so we could sleep better, but we had to keep putting him in the bathroom after his last feeding so he wouldn't wake up when Hazel came out in the morning. Now he's been going straight to the bathroom for the night, but then it makes orchestrating showers tricky. And Hazel obviously needs to be potty trained asap, so we've got to get him out of the bathroom so she can use it. So do I put him in Hazel's room now, or back in mine? I just see both options as making me tired. If I put him in Hazel's room now, will either of my kids get enough sleep? If I put him in our room, he's going in our little half-bath. But that's a short-lived solution, because he's pretty close to not fitting in his Moses basket anymore. We've got a pack and play we could put him in, but I have just really loved not waking up to him until he's really crying, and that wouldn't fit in our little half bath.

Advice?

Everyday Life With the Haze

I am loving Hazel's fun personality these days. She's discovering her imagination and it's just brimming over the top. I find myself wanting to eavesdrop on every little thing she says. Not that I miss much. She mostly wants me with her when she plays. She's even started feeding me lines. She'll say, "What are you doing over there, princess?" and if I don't repeat it, she says it again. That's MY line, not hers. It's funny.

Speaking of princesses, they've become quite the obsession. Very first thing when Hazel wakes up in the morning, and very first thing after her nap, she heads out to her toys in the living room and puts on her complete princess get-up: necklace, bracelet, two purses, shoes, and lately, the Belle dress (because it's yellow).
She is all about anything pink and sparkly, and spends all day talking about Belle, Cinderella, and the rest of the crew. The only Disney movie she's seen in its entirety is Beauty and the Beast, but she's quite addicted to any princess songs we can find on youtube. She also loves Swan Princess, and the last few days she's pretended Derek (the prince in the movie) is hanging out with her everywhere she goes. He knocks on the front door and comes with us to the park, to lunch, to play in her kitchen, to read books, everywhere. I suspect he may become her serious invisible friend. I love it!

She likes to play with her baby doll, too, especially now that there's a carseat and a baby swing in the house for her to use. She wraps her doll up in a receiving blanket and carries her around the house patting her back.

Last week I acquiesced to her request and bought a pack of wet wipes in a princess package. She has been using them to thoroughly clean the house. She washes furniture, walls, doors, appliances... And yesterday at lunch she had a cheese quesadilla cut into strips, and she stacked all the pieces up into a precise little pile on her plate. Hmm... I guess she's my daughter after all. Can you say OCD?