I keep meaning to update here with things that are going on, but I never seem to have the time these days. We’re busy, but yet, not doing much, if that makes sense. So, here is a little update on us.
It seems everyone has it these days. Quinn had a three-day fever-stomach mess this past weekend (Ruby had it the week before). And while she handled it ok, I know it was hard on her. We did have a really nice day together when I stayed home with her on Tuesday. Jeremy went to work and Ruby went to daycare, so it was just us two girls. She helped me organize baby clothes, we played games, decorated headbands, and of course, watched Frozen. She was just really, really good. It’s amazing how much different she is now that she’s four. I mean, we still have our issues, but man, she is so, soooo much better. So, all you parents of three-year-olds, just hang in there. Your sweet kid will come back to you.
And Ruby has been up at nights coughing, sneezing and basically drowning in her own snot. We thought she was sick, but I think her two bottom teeth are coming in and that’s the culprit. She is generally happy, but wow. Where does all the snot come from?
Speaking of snot…
Someone bought us a NoseFrida as a gift when I was pregnant, but when I pulled it out of the box, I was intimidated and shoved it back in and hid it in the back of the closet. In a fit of desperation this week, I pulled it out and actually took the 2 seconds it takes to read the instructions and guess what? It’s the easiest thing ever (of course). And it works! Waaaay better than a nasal aspirator. And it’s not gross, I swear. If you have a snotty kid (and if you have a kid, you have a snotty kid), run, don’t walk, to get one of these.
It’s still winter.
This is a photo of Ruby taking a bath with the snow falling outside the kitchen window. This was taken 3 days ago. At the end of March. I don’t even know what to say.
Speaking of Ruby taking a bath…
It’s simply one of my favorite times of the day.
Speaking of Ruby Speaking…
She says “Dada” all the time now. I know that’s not really a word but more of an easy sound all babies make, but she only says it when she sees Jeremy. This morning, he walked into the room, she looked at him and she just started saying it over and over again. It was so sweet and Jeremy looked like someone just stabbed him in the heart with a happy arrow.
This week, without much fanfare, I nursed Ruby for the last time. I thought I was going to be more upset about it, but honestly, I’m not. I’ve been supplementing with formula for a few months, and as time went on after I returned to work, even with pumping 4 times a day, and exclusive nursing at home, my supply slowly dwindled. Towards the end, she basically refused to nurse and I would get a half an ounce of milk from both sides after pumping for 20 minutes. I could have rearranged my life to try to get back my supply, but it’s harder this time around and she is perfectly happy and healthy with formula and food. So, that’s it.
I nursed Quinn for 11 months, and while I would have liked to have reached that with Ruby, 7 months is fine with me. We still have a few bags of milk in the freezer, but after those are gone, that’s it. My nursing days are officially over forever. It sounds much sadder than I feel. Really, the only thing I’m sad about is that it means my last baby is growing up. But I’m not sad about having my body back, wearing normal bras again and throwing my pump over a cliff.
I chopped off a lot of hair this week.
I loved having long hair, but it’s nice to have something different again.
We went out with a bunch of friends last weekend.
Jeremy helped throw a good friend of ours a surprise birthday bash last weekend. Grandma and Grandpa had a sleepover with the kids and we were able to go out in Center City with friends, not wake up in the middle of the night to feed a baby, and then go to breakfast and Target alone the next morning. It was pretty great.
I realized the other day that I have not left the city of Philadelphia since June. Seriously. I need a vacation. Our good friends Mike and Scott (see photo above) have graciously invited us to Rehoboth this weekend with them. While it’s too cold to go to the beach, and really, it’s going to rain all weekend, it will still be nice to get out of Dodge for a couple of days and spend time in another home, cooking, chatting, drinking wine and watching the kids play.
Also, after much whining, Jeremy bought us tickets to go to Florida to see my family in July. We usually go at Christmas, but didn’t this year. Then, we were going to go a few weeks ago, but cancelled that one too. It’s been way too long and I can’t wait to get back down to FL to see all my friends and family. It’s going to be miserably hot, but we’ll have lots of beach/pool time, so that will be fun.
Even though it’s been a long, cold winter, I’ve been meeting friends a couple of days a week for short runs before work. I am still pretty out of shape, and no where near as “fast” as I was two years ago, it has been good to get out there and catch up with friends on the dark, bitter winter mornings.
But, spring is coming and that means training is just around the corner. After taking last year off while pregnant, I can’t wait to get into the swing of things again. First up: The Broad Street Run 10 Miler in May. Then, hopefully, we can sneak in a couple of half marathons over the summer/fall. I would like to run the Philadelphia Marathon and maybe the Rehoboth Beach Marathon in December. But, it’s harder these days to commit to training with a baby. We’ll see. For now, every run is a good run, as long as I can find time to get out.
Lately, it’s been so much fun to watch these two together. Ruby is at that perfect baby age, where she is interactive, happy, trying new things but not yet mobile. Quinn is also at a perfect age where she has all the innocence and hilarity of a three-year old, but is able to control her emotions and impulses a little better. They both just love to be around one another and it makes my heart swell every time I watch them interact. Of course, Quinn has started screaming at Ruby when she hits her in the head or grabs at her toys. Which makes Ruby do it more and with a smile on her face. I foresee a lot of screaming and hair-pulling in our future. But, for now, it’s sweet.
That’s what’s going on here. Now we will return to our irregularly scheduled instagram posts.