Weeks 18 & 19.

It sounds repetitive if I say it every week, but it’s impossible not to mention every once in a while that I can’t believe Beatrice is X weeks old already, just so you know that I’m thinking it. Time really does go by faster with the second child, probably because you spend so much of it chasing after the first one.

Week 18.

(18 weeks)

Unfortunately, the children’s naps have been neither as long nor as synchronized as they were for a few glorious weeks, so that’s why I haven’t been here as often. Milla has been doing very well without the paci but I think that its removal has shortened her naps. She also doesn’t sleep quite as well in the Big Girl Bed, but at this point I think we just need to keep persevering.

In all honesty, a little less nap time is a reasonable trade for the scramble that used to ensue when a wailing toddler started asking for “paci! paci!” and I found myself frantically turning over couch cushions to look for one of the five scattered around the house. No, I don’t miss that at all. She does ask for it every once in a great while, but by and large she seems to be quite content with her status as a Big Girl who doesn’t need one. It probably helps that Bea doesn’t take a pacifier, so there aren’t any visual reminders of what she is missing.

In my bits of spare time I did manage to finish a felt leaf garland but haven’t taken photos yet. It seems especially appropriate since the weather took about a 20 degree dip last night. Here in Florida, the ability to wear a sweater without breaking into a sweat is something to be treasured if you love fall as much as I do.

Week 19.

(Week 19)

I’ve also recently attempted a bit of sewing, but that has gone rather slowly since it seems that, by the time I have put the girls down, made & eaten lunch, washed the dishes, answered some emails, and pulled out the sewing machine, someone or other has woken up. It is so tempting to work on things at night, but Bea still wakes up at least twice and my girls need a rested mother more than one with a new dress.

I did finish a muslin of a tank top that I want to repeat in some really lovely Lisette fabric (the geometric print from the week 19 pics) and am half-way through a dress (the skirt is made from the yellow in the week 18 pics), but I’ve put both on hold to see if I can finish an Advent calendar before Advent arrives.

I am really excited about the Advent calendar. Growing up, we had a red felt one with a tree on top and 24 pockets underneath that were filled with ornaments that we took out one by one and pinned to the tree. I think it was made by my paternal grandmother (right, mom?).

Mine won’t be quite the same — I am using this one from The Purl Bee as my inspiration, and I might make a separate tree.  100% wool is out of my budget and I can hardly stand acrylic felt, but I found some reasonable colors in a 20% wool blend at Joann’s. Mine will be mostly reds and greens, but I still want to embroider the numbers. Here’s hoping that’s not too ambitious a goal for this stage in our lives.

How we play these days.

Speaking of this stage in our lives, I snapped a few pics of Camilla’s sweet attempts to play with her little sister at the end of our last photo session.

Here she is showing sister how to clap.

And give high-fives.

And now she’s patting her affectionately on the bum. (Wonder where she’s seen that before…)

And now she’s trying to make her smile.

I just love watching my girls interact with each other more and more.

(See the height on that baby? She wants to scooch in the worst way.)

I also want to say thanks for all the kind comments about the family painting. Here it is in our living room. Milla points to it and says “canvas!” and “brush!” so I guess it was a memorable experience. Just what I had hoped.

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The family that paints together.

I know I’m behind on my photo project (I took the pics, I just haven’t posted them) and that I’ve got a bunch of other things piled up as well. It’s just that I’ve recently discovered that the less time I spend on the computer, the happier and more productive I am in the home. But I just had to put up something about tonight’s fun project: the family abstract painting.

I’ve had this canvas in the kitchen for ages with a pretty tablecloth wrapped around it. But the other day I decided that our living room needed some Real Art instead of the wall stickers. So I took them down, unwrapped the canvas, and spent a few minutes painting with a big brush.

Then, after dinner, I gave the brush to Camilla.

And then Josh took a turn.

And Bea got to watch (sorry, babe — maybe in two more years).

And then there were some more turns.

And then it looked like this.

Our family painting.

Not exactly Met material, but it’s only destined for our living room. And it makes me happy whenever I look at it and remember painting it together.

Plus, if we get tired of it in a few months we can just work on it again. I have this vision of still owning this canvas in 20 years and seeing the surface with half an inch of paint, built up one happy evening at a time.

Week 17.

It’s going to take me a while to sort through the hundreds(?) of photos from the Gibbs’ visit, so it might be a little while before they make it to the blog. (Of course, that’s nothing compared to the amount my in-laws took…)

Week 17.

Need I say that we had a wonderful time and that everyone is rather put out now that they are gone? Especially a certain toddler, who got to do all manner of special activities, and a certain baby, who was set down for about two seconds during the entire weekend?

But now we’re back to the norm, with a few new twists. Milla is spending the night in the big girl bed for the first time as part of a general push toward maturity. Also, see that green pacifier in her mouth? Source of much comfort and parental annoyance? Well, it’s going bye-bye tomorrow. We’ve let her know that today is the last day, we’ve discussed big girls she know who do not have pacis, and she has the promise of her very own scone at a big-girl breakfast tomorrow morning with mama and Beatrice.

But I’m still terrified of what tomorrow will bring. The problem is, the paci is not going away on its own and we decided that there simply will be no good time to go through this so it had might as well be now.

Gulp.

Good thing Beatus is here to comfort me.

Oh wait, did I mention that I just switched her from the bassinet to the pack & play?

So, maybe not so much comfort.

Sigh.

Week 16.

My in-laws are flying into Pensacola tonight. Hooray!

Week 16.

In light of this fact, apartment-scrubbing got added to The List and it turned out to be most satisfying. Let me tell you: if I had known how my heart would sing every time I look at clean baseboards, I would have cleaned them a lot sooner. I sure felt like I burned a lot of calories afterward, too.

(I should add, for honesty’s sake: things still aren’t quite as spic + span as I would like, but they’re as good as this mother-of-two can make them during naptime.)

The kiddo on the right knows that grandma and grandpa are coming to take her to the zoo, but the one on the left has no idea how much squishing and cuddling and loving she’s in for.

Oh, and speaking of the kiddos: what could be cuter than two cute girls in cute matching dresses?

Numpin, that’s what.

Now I just need to convince the weather to stay cool past 10 am so we can add some cute tights to the mix. Mama wants to start wearing sweaters, too.

Hear that, weather? The two cutest matchingest girls on the planet and their mother have logged an official request.