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Monthly Drum Photo - Six

Here's dearest Drum at six months:

6 months

6 months Mo and Drum

(Mo on left, Drum on the right. She was 3 pounds and 2.75 inches smaller.)

I was just reading about Mo at this age, and she apparently had this huge developmental leap right before the six month mark. Like, mere days before. She started rolling a lot more efficiently, sitting up more, and pushing her chest off the ground. Drum can roll wonderfully from his back to his left side to his belly, but that's about it. He can't get onto his back and though he can roll to his right side, he can't get all the way over. He did figure out how to sit recently - like one day BAM! he could sit. He is not pushing up though. But I do a developmental assessment every couple months, and he's doing great overall and especially well in other areas like problem solving and fine motor skills.

Drum sitting instagram

Sorry to compare you to your sister so much Drum! But apparently Mo also had two teeth at this age while Drum has no signs of any. He also has less hair! But he is quite a bit large.

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Drum is wearing 12 month sleepers, and it has been fun comparing him to Mo when she wore the same ones. She was standing, crawling, walking. He is mostly laying. 

Mo Drum comparison pajamas instagram

Sleep is still OK. He naps in his crib and usually goes down with only a little effort. Sometimes he has to fuss awhile before dozing off. At night, he is also in his crib and nearly always goes down with no effort. He likes to look at things so we put a balloon near his crib for awhile, then his light up star (which was booted from his car seat for something more interactive). We also put a couple non-suffocating toys in there for him to tinker with, or give him a small board book to hold. But he still wakes up at least once a night, usually around 1:30. One night he slept 11 hours and it was like angels singing from heaven. I can't wait until he does that regularly.

Drum in swing

Other than variations of Drum and Brother, my most common name for him is Nugget Bugget Boo Boo (or Nugget Boo Boo, Nuggest, Boo Boo, Buggy Boo, Boo...). 


 On his six month birthday, we let him try some mashed bananas. He has been really interested in watching us eat, trying to grab for our food and watching intently as we take bites. Plus he has been eating a lot lately! My appetite has been out of control because he is nursing so much, and I am pumping so much to keep up with his daycare bottles. Obviously he's growing like crazy and I think food will be a nice chaser for his milk! He didn't exactly gobble up the bananas, but he didn't hate them either. We've been too busy and chaotic to try again in the last few days, but I can't wait to see what he thinks about all the other yummy things we're going to feed him!



Three just might break me!

Remember when I wrote this around Mo's third birthday? Back when she was still mostly sweet and innocent and well-behaved? 

What happened to my sweet baby girl?!

Three stole her away, that's what. Three is HARD! Everyone talks about the Terrible Twos, but I think that's a misnomer. I think they mean the Therrible Threes. And it's not just me. The other day I posted this on Instagram:

Mo and mom instagram

All the moms of three year olds came out to commiserate, and I've never felt so validated in my craziness. Mo is still wonderful and full of life and light, but she is also full of mischief. She ignores us or laughs in our face when we ask her to do something or try to discipline her. It's like she enjoys getting in trouble. At my nephew's birthday last weekend, I busted her picking sprinkles off the cake. As I reached to pull her away, she made a desperate grab and came away with a handful of frosting. Then told me, "Mommy you're so funny" when I tried to discipline her.

Another time she spilled cheerios everywhere, and I asked her clean them up. She refused. I told her we couldn't go to the park as planned until she did. She said she had no interest in the park, even though she spent the morning begging to go. I dread bedtime every night because she fights it, runs away, laughs when we ask her to cooperate. What used to be a pretty simple process is now exhausting. She's also getting into trouble at daycare where she used to be an angel. They ask if I have suggestions since she doesn't respond to consequences, and I'm like, "You're asking ME? I have no idea what I'm doing here!"

Fortunately, she is still sweet as ever to her baby brother. I know that won't last forever, but I'll take it while it lasts. I've been told that three is the worst of it, at least until pre-adolescence. So hopefully we'll all survive this year and then have a short reprieve until Drum reaches three...

Anybody else struggling with a "threenager"?



Last weekend we went to a retirement party for Mike's stepmom. We were invited via text by his dad, who relayed the message from his stepmom's son. Mike's dad remarried only a few years ago, so we have only met her (adult) children once - at the wedding. But they were getting everyone together to celebrate her retirement, and we were happy to participate.

We showed up at the (casual) restaurant, walked into the room where our large party was seated, and realized we were the only ones who brought our children.

I was instantly mortified. Not just oopsies! that's embarrassing. Mortified.

We are not the couple who assumes that our kids are invited everywhere, but it never crossed our minds that maybe this was adults only. Mike's stepmom is Super Grandma, she lives for her grandchildren, and she has talked forever about getting all the kids and grandkids together. I guess subconsciously we assumed Super Grandma's party would involve children.

So dumb. I still feel so dumb. 

I spent the entire dinner talking to Mike behind a menu, trying to figure out how to get the hell out of there without drawing more attention to ourselves. I was so uncomfortable that I just wanted to escape. Now it should be said that everyone was overwhelming nice about it. Nobody even blinked an eye, and instead actually swooned over our adorable children. They weren't even overly nice to the point of overcompensating. It was mostly a non-issue to them. But I wanted to shrivel up and die.

Mo and Drum were angelic. Drum sat quietly the whole time, let others hold him, and played in his car seat while we ate. Mo colored, charmed everyone, and ate a mountain of rice. I took her for a walk around the restaurant, and I took Drum to a quiet corner when he needed to eat. We had to shush Mo a thousand times because she has one volume - bullhorn - but they were the epitome of well-behaved children.

So why was I so mortified to have them there? Why did I bolt the first second I possibly could? Why did I lay in bed that night wishing I could go back in time and ASK if kids were welcome?

I think it's two things. First: I hate screwing up. I'm by no means perfect - I'm completely OK with my daughter eating food off the floor that may have been there since last week, and I have no shame that my kids only get bathed once a week (if that). I know enough to let a lot of things go and to not sweat the small stuff. But I don't like making huge, public, social faux pas. I mean, who does? But a lot of people can shrug it off. Some people do it so often it's like a lifestyle. But I don't. My family loves to tell and retell embarrassing stories about themselves. Everyone goes around the room, tells their stories, and we laugh our heads off. Then it comes to me and we laugh at the fact that I have no embarrassing stories. And I don't. I go to great lengths to not embarrass myself. I hate that I do it, that I care, but it's how I'm wired. 

Second: It hit me while laying in bed that night that part of the reason I was so upset is that I was ashamed of my kids. Not exactly of them, but of the fact that they were there. These innocent, beautiful, carefree angels whom we dragged to a party for their grandma, whom were on their very best behavior, whom had no idea they were not invited. I wanted to hide them away, I wanted to get them (and me) out of there. And I was ashamed at feeling that way, and angry at any situation that would make me feel that way about my babies. That night I got out of bed and went to each of their rooms to stare at their sleeping cherubic faces, tousle their hair, stroke their cheeks, kiss their heads. I hope I never feel that way again.

Has anyone else committed the faux pas of bringing your kids to a non-kid-friendly event? Were you as mortified as me?


Monthly Drum Photo - Five

We have gone through quite a transformation this past month. I guess not we - Drum has - but it sure feels like we all have. Life is so much different than it was a month or two ago, and definitely easier than those first three months were. Drum is so much happier, so much more alert and participatory. We really enjoy our time as a family now instead of feeling stressed. OK there's still some stress. Plenty, in fact. But that's life with two kids.

5 months

I love that his onesie is all wet - it's so real life because he spits up all the time now!

Sleeping has been one of the biggest transformations. In the last month, we have gone from doing all naps in our arms to most naps in the crib. We have gone from nights swaddled in the cosleeper next to our bed to nights in a sleep sack in the crib (with a few weeks of naps and nights in a fancy Baby Merlin's Magic Sleep Suit). We went from waking up 2-3 times a night to eat to waking up just once. Usually. Last night he woke up 3 times, but then had a huge blowout so I think he had an upset tummy. I actually miss him sleeping in my arms, like I knew he would, but it has freed us up to be more productive and to spend more quality time with Mo. I hope he's not completely done napping on me though. I'm not ready to be DONE done yet!

Drum sleep suit

He has also figured out to move a little more. He really wants to sit up, and he's not quite there yet, but he can roll onto his tummy. He's rolled to his back a few times, but mostly he gets stuck on his belly and squawks until we rescue him. He'll get it soon. He also loves to bounce in his jumperoo or sit in his bumbo. He loves to watch Mo jump around the furniture and general be a maniac. I know he'll love joining her someday!

Drum jumperoo

He is also so smiley and happy. Daycare has commented several times about how much he smiles and how generally happy he is. It's a relief for everyone that his gas issues seem to be mostly resolved! However, he's still stingy with the laughter. He laughs more than he used to, but it still feels like an accomplishment when he cracks up at something I do. He loves his feet dearly and eats them all day long, and he's super drooly.

We finally got outside a little bit. Spring is refusing to commit - it snowed the first few days of April! But we've had glimpses of sun and we got to get the kids some fresh air. Drum has yet to feel the grass in his toes, but at least he got to see the sun. 


My little Easter Bunny.

He's a big boy too. His stats are not official, but he's about 3 pounds heavier and an inch and a half bigger than Mo was at 5 months. He's almost outgrown his infant carrier, but we're not ready to move him to a convertible car seat yet. Until he gains a little more strength and can maybe sit up on his own, we like having the option to leave him in his car seat when we go places (ie: the grocery store). He's also in 9 month clothes and already starting to outgrow his sleepers!

5 months Mo & Drum

The other night after I laid him down, I paused and stared at him. I do this often, but this time it hit me hard how lucky I am to have him. How perfectly it all turned out. I really love having a son. He's still a baby and I don't think there's much difference in having a girl or boy at this age, but I love that this baby I was so sure was a girl turned out to be a boy. I would have loved two girls, obviously, but it feels so perfectly right to have a Mo and Drum. I'm so thankful for them!

Mo and Drum 2016 basket bumbo


Kin keeping: this is a thing!

I've always had a hard time articulating what I contribute to our household. Outside of child rearing, which is easier to quantify, I do a lot that never had a name. Mike and I split the housework, though he admittedly does more. I declutter and pick up, but he cleans - scrubs the toilets, mops the floors, etc. Our house would be tidy but filthy without him! He also does almost all of the yardwork. On paper, it looks really uneven. What the hell does Shannon do if Mike is cleaning and raking and changing light bulbs? I never knew how to articulate my contributions other than to say "everything else."

But recently my sister discovered a name for it: Kin Keeping.

The thing about kin keeping is that it flies under the radar. The tasks that make it up feel and sound simple and insignificant, yet it takes a great deal of effort. These are things that would likely not occur to Mike to take care of, and he would probably be just fine if most of them went undone, but in the end he and our whole family benefits from the efforts. As the article I linked to states, kin keeping is about "keeping families connected and emotionally supported." The tasks are "such an expected part of family life that they almost always go unnoticed and unacknowledged. (Unless, of course, you don’tdo them, in which case you’re likely to draw some negative attention and head shaking.)"

So what are these things that I do quietly? For instance, I...

keep track of family birthdays, anniversaries, and other milestones.

arrange a family photo, design a holiday card, and send them out each year.

take 95% of the photos.

organize all of our photos digitally and put together a few photo albums.

make a family yearbook every year.

keep baby books up to date, along with keeping a journal for each kid of milestones and other fun things.

do all the gift shopping for birthdays, holidays, weddings, etc.

keep our address book up to date.

keep in touch with relatives.

plan birthday parties. 

primarily plan and execute family vacations.

do valentines and other such things for the kids' daycare.

schedule all the kids' doctor visits. 

keep track of our social calendar.

maintain our physical and digital calendars.

do all the research about daycare options, school options, etc. and lead the way in making these decisions.

Not only am I the kin keeper in my small family unit, but I tend to be a kin keeper, in many ways, for my extended family, as well. I'd say my siblings often rely on me to initiate family get together, arrange joint gifts for our parents, take and make available photos from family events, among other things.

And here's the thing. I mostly enjoy these tasks and I'm good at them. If it didn't come naturally to me, I wouldn't do all of it because I'm "supposed" to. My point is not to suggest I contribute more than Mike, but rather that all the things I do to counterbalance his more obvious contributions are less visible. And that they actually have a name! Also,I should mention that Mike acknowledges and appreciates these things. I'm not sure that all partners of a kin keeper do, but fortunately my husband places value on these types of tasks even if he would probably not care to do many of them himself! 

So who does the kin keeping in your home/family/relationship?

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