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April 9, 2010
I said I was going to be better about updating my personal blog, and here I go letting more than two months pass without writing a thing here. Of course, I have been quite busy with, oh, LANDING A NEW JOB, and all, but still—I said I’d post more regularly. Oh well. It’s not the first time I didn’t keep a new year’s resolution.
Yes, lots has happened since late-January. Our baby girl, Clare, turned the big THREE on March 2nd. I started a new job as the Social Media Manager at Crocs in mid-March and said ADIOS! to Crispin, Porter + Bogusky. It was a good month, indeed.
Bryce is now nine months old and for the last month and a half has been crawling up a storm and pulling up to stand on anything that’s immobile. For a few weeks there Bryce was teething terribly and then finally FOUR of her top teeth appeared and poof! her attitude changed greatly. For a period of about two weeks she was also waking up between 12am and 2am and crying anywhere from 45 minutes to more than an hour. It was brutal. We went in for her nine-month appointment and the pediatrician identified a slight ear infection and put her on antibiotics (her first time). She loved the pink medicine and while it didn’t seem to instantly solve for the night waking issue, things finally did seem to improve.
As Bryce has become more mobile, Clare’s behavior toward her sister has changed slightly, too. She still adores her sister, but has started to become more physical with her by taking toys from her, pushing her out of the way, and other like behaviors. It’s been a disciplinary challenge dealing with this, but not unexpected, I guess.
Clare continues to morph into a little girl and is really great company one-on-one. She is well-spoken, inquisitive, has a great sense of humor, and is sharp as a tack! For her birthday, Clare told us she wanted to have her friends Lyra, Clara, Georgie, Nolan, Avery and Rosemary at her party. We hosted the six children at our house on Sunday, March 1st (a day before birthday) and had a great time. Ice cream cake and cupcakes were served along with “real” food for lunch. It was awesome and Clare loved being the birthday girl.
This past week, Justin spent his first time away from both girls as he traveled to Las Vegas for business Monday-Thursday. Nervous about his absence, I enlisted the help of a fantastic babysitter to help us out during the dinner time/bed time hours (5:30pm-7:30pm) on those nights. Dani was great and it was DEFINITELY worth it to have another pair of hands around.
And now, it’s freakin’ April already and my 37th birthday is this weekend. How did that happen? I don’t have a problem with aging really. I love birthdays, but it still amazes me that I have been on this Earth for 37 years now. It’s hard to wrap my head around it…really, it is. Anyway, happy birthday to me!
January 28, 2010
If you ask Clare how old she is, she will tell you that she is, “two right now, but soon I am going to be three and then four, and five.” I keep reminding her that she will be three very soon and that her birthday is coming up. We then rattle through the list of birthdays that fall in the first many months of the year. First, we say, it’s Daddy’s birthday, then Uncle, then Nolan, then CLARE, then Mommy, and then Bryce. Clare is so much more into her birthday this year than she was as a babe last year turning two. We talk about who she’d like to have at her birthday party and discuss the ever-important menu—ice cream cake (mommy and daddy’s fave) or cupcakes, we ask. I think we’ll just go real crazy and do BOTH!
And so, our first baby is turning three soon (March 2nd) and our last baby just had her seven-month birthday. And, boy, are we IN IT. It’s always interesting speaking with other parents –no matter what age their children are. They could be parents to teenagers, or even empty-nesters with kids in college. They all give us the knowing grin and head shake when we tell them that our girls are almost three, and seven months. They’ve been there, of course, they remember it like they do a visit to a foreign country, where they ate exotic food, got drunk and passed out in the sun. It was fun, but man, they’re glad that they’re not visiting that place again.
Most of the time it’s manageable, but then there are those moments (often) when Bryce is screaming her head off because she just can’t bear to sit in that highchair one more second and it’s usually at the same time that Clare is asking for something, or needing a refill on her milk, her lunch made, whatever. Or, when I am just about to sit down in the living room chair in order to nurse Bryce and Clare jumps into the chair with a smile plastered on her face. She thinks she’s being cute–sitting where Mommy and Bryce were going to sit. And, I have to ask her (more than once usually) to please get up so that we can sit down. She does, we sit, Bryce latches on, and then Clare wants to be close to Bryce and manages to climb into my lap and wrap herself around Bryce and hug on her, kiss her, all while Bryce is attached to me by a very sensitive body part.
We just returned last week from a nine day trip to Florida where we visited both sets of grandparents. It was not exactly a vacation for Justin and myself, but we were glad we went. Visiting the Blooms was difficult because there just isn’t the space required for us at my parent’s house. Clare slept in a room with us for the first time in her life (and was consequently up every day an hour earlier than normal) while Bryce slept in my brother’s old room in a pack and play. My mom has two dogs, who on their own are very nice and all, but a bit neurotic when there is an almost three year old in the house to tease them or follow around. While I love my parents dearly, we were happy to hit the road after our four days in Miami and head to Melbourne where the Shacklettes live.
Going to the Shacklette’s house was probably as close to “vacation” as one can get while traveling with two small children. My mother-in-law is amazing. There were toys for both girls, separate rooms for all, and lots of little thoughtful details laid out. We hit up Seat World one day, got out on the boat and fished (Clare’s first time doing both) and everyone went to the beach one day while Bryce and I stayed home for her record-long morning nap (2 1/2 hours). It was a good visit all around.
Except now I can’t help daydream about a REAL vacation…the kind where Mommy and Daddy get to leave the babies with their loving Nanny. Any suggestions on where to go for a 4-day getaway in North America?
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December 24, 2009
We had probably a foot of snow in the last few days and today was one of those bright blue-sky Colorado days. Check out Clare’s first sledding adventure.
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December 24, 2009
The first night, we put Bryce to bed at 6:30pm. She woke up at 6:50am. It was a Christmas miracle.
The second night, we put Bryce down at 6:30pm again and she got up at 4:45am, talked/cried for about 15 minutes (Justin says…I put in my earplugs), and then slept in until 6:45am.
Call me crazy, but I think we’re making progress!
December 22, 2009
We have a situation on our hands. Yes, our angel of a child, Bryce Anne Shacklette, has begun waking up way too early for our tastes. For months, it seems, she had been inching her way closer to the 7am wake up time, and now for whatever reason, she has been waking up earlier and earlier. This morning, she woke up at 5:15am, which is entirely unacceptable.
I’ve lodged a formal complaint, of course, filing it away in her baby book for all eternity, but that hasn’t thwarted her efforts in the least. Justin and I aren’t sure what to do. Yes, we have been parents to a baby before this, but who can remember what Clare did at this stage? Not us. So, most mornings, while we are letting Bryce “wait it out” in her room (crying), Justin and I try and problem solve. It usually goes like this:
Me: “Jesus Christ. It’s 5:15.”
Me: “Why is she doing this?
Justin: “I don’t know.”
Me: “What do you think we should do?”
Justin: “Well, we can move her bedtime later. But, that time we put her down late after the Biener’s house, she did get up an hour earlier. Or, we can try and move her bedtime earlier, but who knows if that will work. Put your earplugs in.”
So, here we are, every morning getting up before the sun is even up and without a solution in sight. Yes, I realize that there are millions of parents out there that are up earlier than they’d like to be with their kids everyday. I know this. But, we worked really damn hard with Clare–getting her to a 7am (or later) wake-up time, and I’ll be damned if Bryce doesn’t learn to toe the line!
Tonight, we will try the earlier bedtime and see how it goes.
December 20, 2009
Shazam! It’s December. And, more than two months since I last updated my blog. What can I say? I’ve been busy. Having two kids– in case no one has told you– is a LOT of work!
Since I last wrote, I returned to work. My four-month maternity leave came to an end, and I went back to my job in advertising. Bryce did an amazing job adjusting to daycare. Other than taking short naps for the first couple of months, she has taken to it like a kid in a candy store. The room is so cheery, filled with pictures and toys, and the babies are well-loved. What’s not to like?
I only wish that my adjustment was as pain-free. Instead, I returned to “the job” and landed on an account that was in the throws of a lot of work without enough of members on its team. My work life quickly became insane and my Wednesdays at home with my girls are usually spent with my iPhone in my hand sifting through hundreds of emails. Rather than risk my job by elaborating, I will instead say that I am taking the necessary steps to improve my situation. Hopefully, 2010 brings lots of good stuff.
In October, we welcomed Aunties Jessie and Shelva for a visit. This was their first trip out to meet Bryce and they spent a lot of quality time with their nieces, playing in the basement, outside collecting leaves, and preparing a kid-themed dinner (hamburger faces). It was lovely to see them both and we are looking forward to seeing them again, when they have their commitment ceremony at The Culinary Vegetable Institute, in Ohio, this summer.
Halloween was memorable this year for many reasons: 1) This was Bryce’s first Halloween, 2) Clare was really into it this year and got to wear her (handmade by Nanny) butterfly costume numerous times, 3) Clare and Bryce’s costumes went together (Bryce was a caterpillar), and 4) My grandfather passed away after 94 years of life.
Over Halloween weekend, Bryce and I flew home to Miami to be with my family after Poppa’s death. It was good to be home and see my brother, who was taking it very hard. For me, oddly enough, the entire thing was very anticlimactic. When we visited my family last in February of this year, I knew it would likely be the last time I saw my grandfather. I had said my goodbyes, cried, and mourned the loss of a fantastic presence in my life. Going home eight months later for his funeral, was very different for me than it was for most of the family, I know. Jay Burton Keys was one in a zillion. We are all lucky to have had him in our lives.
A month later, at Thanksgiving, we welcomed Nancy and Larry for a visit. We had a fantastic turkey dinner, which I did not have to prepare. The grandparents spent oodles of time with both Bryce and Clare. I got out for a haircut, yoga, and walks with my girlfriends. Oh, how I wish that we had family here. It’s so good for everyone— the kids, our family, our marriage and our sanity!
I can clearly remember other people telling us that when you go from having one child to having two children that it is exponentially harder. I’m not necessarily denying that this is true. It’s hard to quantify exactly what the hard parts are. It’s more about the lack of time that there now is for everything: yourself, your marriage, your other children, your friends, and on and on and on. Before, when it was just the three of us, we were two parents per one child. When one of us needed to get in some “me” time, it was okay because 1-on-1 with Clare was doable. Now, when one of us has to be out of the house, it’s 2-on-1 and that is not so easy. Bryce is a baby and Clare is a tornado! Yes, a whirling ball of energy that talks a mile-a-minute and has endless questions, needs, and demands. I, of course, (still) only have two hands and so that can be difficult.
One of the things that I have struggled the most with is the guilt that I feel. This guilt is like one of those glass prisms you hang in the window– each time the light hits it, a new color is reflected on the wall. For example, I feel guilty when I am giving Bryce my attention, playing with her on the floor, and blowing raspberries on her belly. I am worried that Clare will get jealous or her feelings will be hurt. I feel guilty that I am not giving Bryce enough of the attention that she needs/deserves because Clare’s needs are more immediate, LOUDER, and well, Bryce is happy to hang on the floor chewing on a plastic toy. I feel guilty when I get out for some “me” time because my husband rarely takes time for himself. I feel guilty that I work outside the home and my daughters are being cared for by someone else four days a week. Guilt…it’s not just for Jewish mothers anymore.
What’s been really wonderful these past few months is watching Clare get excited about Bryce’s growth. Bryce is no longer a newborn. She can sit, eat with us at the dinner table, pick up toys, roll over, and can recognize all of us. Clare calls Bryce her friend, and she will tell you about all the things that she and Bryce are going to do together, “when Bryce gets bigger.” Every once in a while when the fog clears for a few minutes, I get a glimpse of our future, of the girls as little people, friends, together, giggling, sharing stories, in each others rooms, and each others confidants. The mutual affection that they share is one of the unexpected gifts having a second child has brought. Not only did we create another member of our family, someone who will be in our lives forever, but we have given Clare a friend for life…a sister. It’s been amazing to see what that has done to and for her.
And, in the blink of an eye, Bryce is six months old. Kapow! I know I need to buckle my seatbelt now, because the next six months are going to be a wild ride. I remember with Clare all of the leaps and bounds that take place in a baby’s development between six months and a year. Hard to imagine that, over the next six months, Bryce will be standing, (likely) walking, and communicating with us (words/signs). Look out, 2010, we’re headed your way.
October 8, 2009
Nothing says, “summer is over” more than falling snow. Today is October 8th, and it is snowing. I know, not a huge shocker, but still those rapidly falling bits of sky carry more significance for me today. It is our first snow, which means that summer is now just a memory. Goodbye summer and goodbye maternity leave. Tomorrow is my last day of maternity leave and Tuesday, after (a wonderfully-timed federal holiday on Monday), I will be returning to work.
How can this be? My eight pound baby girl just came home just yesterday from the hospital. Wait, that was June– and in the blink of an (often bloodshot) eye, my daughter is three and a half months old. I set up my maternity leave so that Bryce would be four months upon my return to work. That would have been the case, except that my little babe decided to spend an extra eight days on the inside. So, just shy of her four-month birthday, Bryce will begin daycare and I will return to work.
The reality that our time together –just the two of us– was coming to its end sunk in about three weeks ago. And, while we typically don’t stack our days with lots of activity, I have been especially thoughtful about not planning anything during this last week together. We have spent our days at home, getting in solid naps (Bryce) and lounging together on the floor smiling up at the red bird, ladybug and psychedelic fish in her play gym when awake. I’ve been more mindful of turning off the television, checking email later, and truly being present with Bryce. I know that these months together are something we’ll never have again, and I have done everything I can to slow down time.
Funny, I can vividly remember thinking and actually wishing for time to speed up earlier this summer during the haze of newbornness. “Please,” I remember thinking, “can’t we just skip past this part and get to the one year birthday?” Being careful of what you wish for has never been more true. I wish I could travel back to those weeks and whisper in my own ear, “This too shall pass. Hold on to these days.” For now here we are, and here I am with little bits of my heart breaking off over these next few days as I prepare to send my child to daycare and into caring hands that, while fantastic and experienced, are ultimately not mine.
I remember dropping off Clare for her first day of daycare and leaving the building in tears. I remember thinking, “How will they know what she needs? How long will she have to cry? Will she get the sleep she needs? Am I a terrible mother for not staying home with her?” Fortunately, her smile upon seeing me at pick-up was antidote enough for me to get past those initial worries, but the guilt I felt about returning to work is something not so easily shaken. I’m not going to get into the whole stay-at-home vs. working mother debate, because it’s just too emotional of a topic and there doesn’t seem to be any right answer. What works for one family will not for another. I just know that even though I like working outside the house, and don’t think I’d be very good at being home with my children 24/7 (for either them or me), I will always carry with me the working-mothers’ guilt–and that sucks.
This time around has been so different in so many ways. For one, I know that this will be my last baby, and therefore, my last maternity leave. I also know that being able to spend this much quality time with just Bryce is a luxury. From this point on, big sister Clare will be with us, and her toddler energy is enough to fill an entire room, not leaving much space for quiet baby games and discoveries. Balancing the needs of both girls is, and will continue to be, a challenge. But what has been so nice about these past (almost) four months together is that I have really enjoyed it. Being home with Clare on maternity leave was filled with new-motherdom, doubts, questions, anxieties and insecurities as to whether or not I was “doing it right.” This time, I know more, and I am more self-confident, so I’ve been able to really relax.
Returning to work brings with it a whole new set of concerns such as: figuring out how to get everyone ready and out the door each morning, putting dinner on the table inside an hour of returning home each night, finding the time at work to pump enough milk each day for Bryce at daycare, being able to spend some amount of quality time with each of my daughters before kissing them goodnight, and connecting with my husband each day on something more than child-related issues. I am bracing myself for this first month back and hoping that we all come through it with nothing more than minor flesh wounds.
Bryce has been such an easy baby to be with and I am so grateful for that. These last few weeks she has found her voice and the squealing and “singing” that she does amazes us almost as much as it does her. When we put her down for naps during the day, she often sings to herself for a few minutes before quieting down and drifting off to sleep. It’s amazing. She has also found her feet in the last week and likes to curl up into the happy-baby position when she can get a good grip on her toes. We have also reached a wonderful (for me) milestone in that Bryce is no longer nursing at night. We are all sleeping through the night now and what’s surprised us both is how painless the process seemed to be. Though, that’s been a common theme with Bryce– whenever we are about to tweak something (i.e. stop swaddling) with her, we have typically held our collective breath expecting huge reactions or push-back and it never comes. She’s a good little bugger and we are super lucky. Hopefully she will adapt as quickly and effortlessly to being at daycare, too.
Hands down, I know it will be harder for me on Tuesday then it will be for Bryce. I love you, little girl.
September 25, 2009
“Uncle” Simon came to visit earlier this month, and as a special treat he took Clare to the toy store to pick out a present for her. They apparently had a great time playing in the store but when it came time to choose something to take home, Clare was not interested, and instead said she wanted to come back another time. Oh, and she wanted a YELLOW! bike with pedals. Well, this particular store does not carry bikes and Clare already has a Strider bike which, at that point, she had not been riding much at all.
Things have changed since then and now Clare loves to ride her Strider. In literally a week’s time, she has gone from tentative rider who would straddle the bike instead of sitting on it to speed-demon who likes to hop on and off curbs. We couldn’t be more excited. And, almost every night this week we have gone for after-dinner walks so that she could get her bike fix in before bed.
Now, we just need to figure our where we can buy a YELLOW! bike small enough for our little racer.
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September 22, 2009
Today Bryce is three months old. It’s hard to believe that three months has already come and gone. I can remember vividly in those early weeks praying for these months to fly by so that we could quickly skip past the rough nights and newborn phase. Of course, now I am recognizing that I need to be careful of what I wish for because too soon that little turkey will be walking and I’ll wonder, “Where did my little baby go?”
Bryce is really a great baby and we are incredibly lucky to be handed another “easy” kid. We have witnessed repeatedly what other parents have to sometimes go through when their second child arrives and is so much different than their first. Of course, Bryce is only three months old so we’re not seeing really who she will become and what kind of personality she’ll develop. Will she be outgoing and stubborn like her sister? Or, will she blaze a path all her own. Time will tell, I know.
In the meantime, this little charmer is full of smiles and happy 98% of the time. She sleeps well and is easy to put down. I still marvel at how easy it is with her and expect at any moment to be faced with a screaming tired child. So far, we’re in the clear on that one as she is a graduate of the learn-to-put-yourself-to-sleep training school. Phew.
Last night, after dinner, we went for a family walk while Clare road her bike. I had Bryce in the Bjorn facing out for the first time. She was a happy little clam checking out the world. So far, she’s taken well to new experiences. Over the weekend, we went to the pool (another first for Bryce) and she relaxed in the water as if she were in a hot spring.
Happy three month birthday, Bryce. We’re all watching to see how great your next three months will be.