Pancakes and The New Normal

I’ve had so much to talk about lately, I don’t even know where to start.

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“Please, Mommy, indulge us with a soliloquy.”

Sometimes when life gives you a big change, it’s best to throw all of your expectations it the door and focus on what you are actually able to do. I had big thoughts and plans to blog through the newborn days. Which of course didn’t happen. Partially because I forgot how time-consuming a newborn is, and completely because I had no idea how additionally time-consuming having an almost-three year old with a newborn actually is.

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Good thing they’re so cute. I heard the other day, “one is two and two is ten.” It feels like they were right.

I figure that the best way to get out of this trial-and-error period and into the “new normal” is to start building the life I want with what I have, rather than trying to build the life I want with things that aren’t available. I do not have a solid hour a day to do my blog work. But I do have several 10-minute chunks of time in between feedings and napping (both for her and for me) that I can try to assemble something coherent.

The big benefit to not having to be anywhere in the morning is I can make food. I’m getting fairly good at one-arm cooking. This morning it was French toast and eggs, with some clementine.

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One of the legacies my mom left when she was out here helping with the new baby is instilling and obsession for pancakes in Squish. Every morning when we wake up (read: he bounces out of bed and declares, “mommy, wake up now!”) he insists on pancakes for breakfast. We are out of the pancake mix my mom used, so he has been boycotting my breakfasts of oatmeal or bacon ‘n’ eggs this week. Fortunately he was fooled enough with the French toast to call them pancakes, and I was able to get him to eat something this morning. Score one mommy win for the week. Every point matters in this stage of the game.

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“I could eat my corn dogs. Or I could pretend that they are cars and drive them all over my plate. Yes, that is a much better use for corn dogs.”

While one child seems to have lost interest in eating, the other hasn’t stopped snacking at any and every opportunity.

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“Is that a boob?”

Little M was born at 6 lbs 15 oz, and at her one-week checkup she was already at 7 lbs 9 oz. So she’s gaining roughly an ounce a day,
which is impressive. Her newborn clothes were pretty baggy when we brought her home, but as we are approaching her three week birthday anniversary, they are starting to get a bit snuggy. I’m changing her onesies at any opportunity to maximize the wear on all the cute newborn clothes she has. I hate it when they wear an outfit once or twice before they’ve outgrown it.

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Like her party dress from Thanksgiving! Yes, she has an infant-sized tutu.

Okay, this turned into a marathon post. And I’ve reused pictures; I’ve been pretty lousy at remembering to take pictures during the day. Of course I kind of have my mind on other things, but I also do not have a lot of pajama pants with pockets. I went to Target to get some pocketed pajama pants, only to find that they don’t make pockets in women’s pajama pants. Yeah, because women apparently don’t need pockets. But men’s pajama pants have pockets. Like, legit side pockets and not that dinky little panel of fabric on the butt excuse for a pocket. So I am now wearing men’s pajama pants so I have a place to stick my phone. So if you are looking for holiday gift ideas for me, I could use more men’s pajama pants with pockets. Oh, and the fleece ones at Target are on sale for $10 right now and are sooo cozy warm, if you have a dude (or lady) in your life that appreciates a good pair of fuzzy warm pants with pockets.

Okay, I am done now. Make it a great day!

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10 thoughts on “Pancakes and The New Normal

  1. Heeyyyyyy wow! I’ve finally caught up on all of the posts I’ve missed ๐Ÿ™‚ Congratulations, she is so adorable I just want to squish her. Love the ‘make the life I want with the things I have’, that makes life so much happier. And yep, 2 children equal 10….4 equal 20 (and my constant flow of washing and dishes and boy mess is testimony of that lol).

    • Hey! Yeah, I don’t know how you folks with 3+ kids do it. The workload definately increases exponentially with each new addition! I’m just hoping a new girl will help balance out the mess and destruction boys make ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. I also fed Jared French Toast while I was watching him, so I share the blame. Also, every time he sees me with bread, he wants some and announces, “I like bread!” I didn’t do a very good job helping him maintain his paleo lifestyle.

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