Labor=Vacation??

After speaking with a few other mother's, (who I will not name name's) I have decided I am not the only one out there so here I am writing about the upcoming birth of our second child. After a particularly long day at home with the munchkin, I was washing my face before bed and a thought just popped into my head, how I couldn’t wait to have someone wait on me hand and foot, get to sleep the day away, meals in bed, and a few moments to myself wating television that is not Dora, Mickey or anything else on the Disney channel. What is this great place I was thinking off, you’re asking yourself……………………..my hospitals stay for baby number 2!  Don’t get me wrong, there is no job in the world I love more than being fortunate enough to stay home with my Liv, and I never ever dreamed I would love it as much as I do…but boy am I looking forward to a few days of peace and quiet (with the exception of a newborn crying).  I thought I was the worst mother in the world for even thinking these thoughts, until I brought it up to another mother who whole heartily agreed.  I then started asking all of my mom friends and much to my surprise, everyone was in unison. Steve will be bringing Olivia in to visit, however with her schedule and lack of family around Steve will be on his own with her day and night for the majority of my stay.  I am already thinking about what cute flannel pajamas to wear, whether or not to book a post natal massage at the hospital, and if I can somehow bribe someone for a glass of pinot. Sure I have to go through the pain of giving birth, the lovely after effects, but hey bring on the contractions because this Momma is ready!!

Outnumber by GIRLS!!

Poor Steve, I mean really he has no idea what is in store for the future....With another girl due in a few short months, it is the beginning of girls taking over the Beane house....the only other male in the house is Manny the dog and for anyone who knows him, knows why we call him a muttrosexual for a reason :)  His attempts at making Olivia like sports seem to soothe his masculinity for the time being, until an hour later when Olivia is begging him to paint her nails and he does :) Getting her to know what touchdown and first down is a cute thing, but let's be honest she is way more girlie than we ever thought she would and is not even two years old.       Shortly, our days will be filled more baby doll's, barbies, and pretend make-up than we already have in the house. And if you look a few years down the road it will be a frantic Steve trying to reason with two teenager girls about wearing more clothes than what they have on.  Walking the mall with Steve last week made me see a glimpse of what his future holds, when he saw a young girl (about 7 or 8) and commented too loudly that she is way too young to wear the outfit she was wearing. I guess when you grow up one of three boys, you don't have a lot of experience.  His childhood was filled with hockey games and hulk hogans, while mine was filled with dance recitals and lot's of barbies.  Steve will be painting another room a pale pink, picking out pink Jordan sneaker's, and yet when we were laying in bed the other night he said, " I'm glad we are having another girl, I know girls..." and I just smiled........
Here is a poem that I found online that goes perfect with this post

Two Girls

"Two girls that started out looking just alike on a grainy, black-and-white ultrasound screen. Two girls that will be unique in every way imaginable, no matter whose hair or nose she has.

Two girls to share clothes and hand-me-downs. Two chances to get my $35 out of that 6-12 month Hanna Andersson holiday dress.

Two little voices asking for us in the middle of the night. Two whispers snickering together while they're supposed to be sleeping. Two comrades plotting against us. Two friends to keep each other company.

Two mops of hair to tame every morning with ribbons or clips. Two Easter dresses and two Christmas dresses every year. Maybe one day, two flower girls.

Two girls to teach how to not throw like a girl. Two ponytails in baseball caps.

Two girls to talk to about puberty, which isn't such a big deal, it's more the idea of two teenage girls at the same time for many, many years that's a bit intimidating.

Two girls to set rules about piercing ears and painting nails and dating and shaving legs. 

Two girls and one chance to make sure I give them the proper environment and philosophy that allows them to have a healthy body image.

Two girls to take to the makeup counter so they can learn proper application technique and not look like hookers who learned everything they know about eyeliner from the woman at the 24-hour Walgreen's.

Two smallish sedans parked outside the house in 2027, with two new drivers with nearly zero experience behind the wheel and...actually, maybe I'll just make them walk everywhere.

Two girls to set curfews for. One girl to explain how she is two years younger than the other and thus curfew is not the same time. 

Two girls to tell to "Put a sweater on over that!" or "Young lady, you are NOT leaving the house in that outfit."

Two girls that will exclaim about and steal from my now-vintage wardrobe by the time they're teenagers. (Mom! These skinny jeans are SO RETRO!)

Two girls to teach how to protect themselves in dark parking lots at night. Two girls to worry about. Two girls to be proud of.

Two girls to pass my jewelry on to. Two girls to tell stories to about their great-great-grandmother and what a classy lady she was.

Two beautiful smiles in our Christmas cards, that will turn from the toothy grins of children to confident smiles of young women far sooner than anyone expects (or is ready for) them to.

I'll be the mother of two brides. Chris will have two father-daughter dances.

Two girls to take care of us when we're older.

Girls. Our girls."

Some New pictures!

Liv at the playground on a warm winter day in Tn!

Getting ready for our trip up north so we really don't have too much going on lately, which is kind of nice I am not going to lie! Update on Liv and sleeping in her big girl bed, some days are easier than other's, however she is sleeping a little bit longer each night and loves that the cat's now sleep with her :)  We had more snow last week and Olivia LOVED to play in it, I am thinking she is going to like skiing just like her mom :)

playing on the computer at the museum with her friend Finn:)

Liv's favorite, the water table!

playing in the front yard with sadie

snowball time!

Olivia fell asleep on her floor!

Home Depot!

Last weekend we headed over to the Home Depot so we could attend the Kid's Corner.  Steve and Liv made a wonderful battery holder.  The highlight of the outing was when Olivia was trying to hammer Steve! Here's a few pictures that I took with my phone:)

Crib Drama

After five very long days and nights, we are moving the crib back into Olivia's room. For those of you who don't know we decided with the new baby coming we should transition Liv into a big girl bed. After researching online and talking about it with her for a few days we made the big switch...can we say DISASTER.... Here's a quick description of our last week. Day and Night 1-I fall asleep while trying to put her down for her nap(damn pregnancy!) After screaming, climbing over the baby gate on her door and becoming so upset she was hyperventilating, I laid down with her and again both of us fell asleep almost immediately. Day 2 and 3- after about ten times of her getting out of bed finally takes nap on her own, however does not sleep long or well and combined with the upcoming two year birthday (terrible two's) is the closest I have ever seen her act like a monster.(Yes blogger's I've said that about my child!) Night 4 we had a breakthrough and after Liv only getting up 3 times, she went to bed on her own, however woke up and came into our room before the sun was up! Last night Steve attempted to put her to bed, by 930 I had enough and brought her into our bed. Which is where today brings my breaking point. Olivia and I do not operate well on anything less than 8 and 12 hrs of sleep (Liv's nap included). I am overstressed, tired, and can barely hold a conversation with my husband. I've decided that one lesson I've learned from this experience is that your child will show you when they are ready for these changes, and your life will be turned upside down if they are pushed into anything. So my husband will be moving the crib back into her room when he gets home from work, and we will all sleep better than we have in a week!




UPDATE-After moving Olivia's crib back into her room, we went to put her into the crib and she started screaming, "Big Girl Bed." So now I am sitting in the living room while Liv is blissfully asleep in her bed....you can't win!!!