Sunday, June 8, 2014

11 Month Olive and 2 1/2 Madelyn

It's been a little heartbreaking to me that I don't find more reason to write in this blog. I feel like we were always making awesome memories while in Connecticut and we simply just don't have those moments often now. Work, eat, sleep and repeat seem to be our life. This season we are in can be a tad daunting but more fulfilling than thought possible.

Olive turned 11 months old on the 27th and Maddie turned 2 1/2 on the 28th. Both girls are feisty, strong and stubborn. Asking Maddie to do something can be like talking to a brick wall. It seems like she became defiant overnight and it's really frustrating to the point I brought it up with her pediatrician. I really like her because she just said "Only defiant woman have made history". Bam! Just what I needed to hear. Will Maddie make history? It's unlikely but she will make her own history and as her parents we need to give her healthy boundaries-- which is reallllly hard.

Madelyn is talking so much she's like a broken record. She's potty trained and still loves to hide! Swimming has become her new favorite thing she asked to go 100 times a day. She'll close her nose like she's gonna go under the water and only her chin will. When we're home and sister is running around with no diaper on (we are naked 90% of the time-- who has time for clothes!?) she'll say "stinky booty! stinky booty!".  Yes, we have taught her well. Speaking of teaching her well... whenever we drive by Publix she yells "cookie mama, cookie!" or drive by Chick Fil A it's "I hungry mama, I hungry!". But when she says "thank you mama!" without being told to I have hope she's not learning all bad things from us.

Olive is so close to walking! She takes on step and stops. Unfortunately the screech she came out screaming with has returned when she's about to be fed and I can't get the food on her tray fast enough. Taking baths and pounding her chest are a few of her favorite things. Biting me has taken the cake for favorite things whether it be my knee, shoulder or just after breastfeeding, she gets a BIG kick out of it. Her smile and "stink face" kill me and I can't stay upset about it for to long. 

The girls together love to communicate and laugh at one another by spitting (air raspberries more like it) and it too kills me. We feel tremendously blessed to be able to call these little humans ours.