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Little Noa, you’re still my baby. You always will be. But you are proving to everyone that you can hold your own these days. You made it up the steps to the playroom all by yourself, it’s only two steps, but you did it. And although, not quite as graceful, you can make your way back down as well. Don’t worry sweet girl we will leave the pillows at the bottom until you are completely comfortable, maybe until you manage them on your feet! I feel guilty nearly everyday that you don’t get to nap when an 11 moth old baby should, instead you just have to nap when we are in the car taking your sisters to and from school. I know you can’t wait for your turn to go to school, because you cry when we walk your sisters in, then turn around and leave. In the past week you have been pulling yourself up on everything and anything, and you are starting to get good at it. You wave hi and bye and even say “Hi” and “Bye bye” and “up” and “Manama”, when you are hungry. I’m sorry I don’t blog about your every move, but during those hours in the evening that I would be writing and photo editing, you are still calling out for me at the top of your lungs. It’s ok baby, I don’t mind spending a little more one on one time with you, even if it is at the expense of my down time. You love playing with your sisters, anything and everything they do is entertaining, you three play so nicely in your crib or in the playroom. But what surprises me so much is how nicely you play on your own. You love your toys and you love exploring the corners of our deck all by yourself on a nice afternoon. I can’t believe that in one month you will celebrate a birthday, your first. We are all excited, especially your sisters, they have been celebrating for some time. You are such a sweet baby with the snuggles you give me or anything soft you can smoosh your face on, I feel so lucky that you are my baby. I love you baby girl, happy 11 months old.
Today was one of those times when I realized too late that it wf those times I needed to have my mommy A game on. All day I thought I was on the right track preparing my children for their first visit to the dentist. We had talked about going for a couple of weeks and they had a dentist visit their class at school, so they knew a little of what to expect. It was just me with all three so I had an ample supply of food and distractions for a potential long wait. Luckily the paperwork was minimal and the wait wasn’t much. But when we got into the room and Jordan sat on the chair and opened wide I realized I had failed twice. Despite the fact that she was acting like such a big girl I could tell she was terrified, I wish I had thought to bring their loveys for them to hold on to during the cleaning. Then as the dental hygienist skillfully addressed my children to get them comfortable and excited about all the tools and instruments I realized I should have read them a book or two about visiting the dentist. But I was so focused on remembering the appointment that I forgot this important step when introducing young children to a new and potentially scary experience. Despite my mommy mess ups Talia and Jordan were star patients, not a tear, or a whine. And it was well worth the bag full of goodies to bring home at the end.
Jordan did while looking at a photo from our wedding day,
“You got married.”
Me, “yes, we got married.”
“Why were you wearing a veil?”
Me, “because when you get married you wear a veil.”
“And abba wore his Shabbat shirt.”
Me, “yes, abba wore his Shabbat shirt.”
(Then she got a sad look).
Me, “what’s wrong.”
“Why wasn’t I there?”
Me, “because it was a long time ago, before you were born.”
“But next time I can come!”
Me, “yes, next time you can come.”
“And I’ll wear a veil just like you.”
Me, “yes, you can wear a veil just like me.”
It’s official Noa is a crawler. After several months of threatening this major change in all of our lives we are in the thick of it. Running to close doors, remove leaves, paper, other small objects from her mouth, move whatever Talia and Jordan are working on to high ground before it gets knocked over, or worse, eaten. It’s so cute to watch her crawl and it makes me smile to know that now she can join the fun where ever it may be happening. Almost ,she still has to master the two treacherous steps between the playroom and the living room. And then I remember with each of the great milestones reached my baby gets that much closer to not being a baby. slow down time, you move too fast. Congratulations to my friend and fellow twin mom Taylor on the birth of her baby boys Mason and Parker. Welcome to the world little ones.
It’s amazing what they are capable of when it comes to disorganization. The neater I arrange the toys, their clothes, the couch pillows, the bigger the mess it will be within an hour or so. It’s really impossible to keep up with them. So, my strategy is to just not keep up with them, instead, at the end if the day either right before bed they “help” clean up their toys or right after I do as much as I can before I just want to fall over. Anybody have ideas if how to get kids to be organized and play clean? Or is it hopeless? It’s not the worst thing in the world, I didn’t clean much that I remember when I was a kid, and I turned out all right. And thanks to the world if blogging there are even blogs about how to clean your house, better, faster and more green.
Not the best photo of our day at the pumpkin patch but the sun was shining so brightly in my sweet baby’s eyes. She has been keeping me busy, especially at night, when she likes me to come and remind her every few hours that she is safe and loved. But I’m ok with that, sure I’m tired, but how long is a baby a baby? Not that long and mine is on the closer side to being a toddler. So if a little less sleep means a little more time to kiss those squishy cheeks and watch her curl her tiny fingers around the tag on her lovey, I’m ok with it.
She’s been threatening to crawl for a few months, I’m sure she would like to but she really doesn’t have where to go. Even a tiny noise from her brings an array of toy choices thrown within arms reach and when the crew moves our nanny or myself gladly move her along too. She desperately wants to participate in every activity she sees her sisters doing. She tries to fling herself out of my arms to the ground. I know she can’t go anywhere so I ask, “Noa, where are you going to go?” She went to her first live stage performance and loved every minute of it. We went to the Theater for the Very Young. An informal short theatrical production that lets toddlers use their imaginations and interact with the actors. But little Noa enjoyed it just as much.
We were in Israel for most of the month of September. One day I will get around to posting some photos. Check Facebook every once in a while I may just make an album there to share. It was so hot that a lot of the days were spent indoors. Towards the end of our stay Noa started to participate a little more at the spray ground or play centers we went to. It feels funny to travel to the other side of the world and not take a single tour or see a single ancient ruin. But traveling with kids is work, so we took it easy, we went to playgrounds around the neighborhood, petting zoos and three story padded play areas inside malls. We spent time with family and together as a family. It was a good learning experience for next time. We now know that no matter how long we are away, a few days or a few weeks, the only way to make the trip a success is to have a schedule and stick to it. The kids have to know what to expect or they will go a little crazy with the loss of control. And one day, a long time from now when our girls are seven and nine. maybe then we will make it back to that little spot in the desert that is Israel to me.
I’m back, apparently my blog was sick, but it’s all better now.
I’ve got a lot if catching up to do but for now I want to share a video our nanny took of Talia and Jordan’s first Ballet class this school year. Talia and Jordan are the ones in the dance leos without a tutu. Don’t worry they are in their way.
1. Joy Prouty
Mom to 4. From CA. Sold everything to take a trip for a year in a trailer, it broke down after four months. Found a farm to live on in Washington state. Travels for work.
2. Melissa Jordan
Mom to 2, really close together. Works full time. Husband is a musician/stay at home dad. Lives in NC.
3. Kassi Baquet
Mom to 5, the youngest are twins, recently moved from south Texas to CA. She is gorgeous. Her youngest son has CF.
Every morning when I see my beautiful little girls faces I am inspired to get the day going and make it the best it can be for them and me. By the end of the day I’ve lost all my inspiration, and usually most of my patience. And so after all my babies have been put to bed I turn on my phone and search for some more inspiration to get me through the night. My nights still consist of waking at least twice to settle Noa and once for one of the twins. I have become all but addicted to Instagram. I follow a community of creatives from all over the world. Most of them are small business owners, many of them moms, and they all capture beautiful images of everyday moments that make me want to find more beauty in my everyday. But the truly inspiring part of seeing a snap shot into these peoples lives are the captions that accompany the pictures. They are honest and not nearly as perfect as the picture above may seem. They tell about a hard day, or being up all night with a sick child, they are worried as to how they will pay the next bill and they feel like the little time they have with their children is too quickly slipping away. I don’t know these women personally but I would like to think that if our paths ever crossed we could sit and have coffee and talk like old friends while our children played in a beautiful field. But until then, I’ll keep visiting Instagram each night, and find those little reminders that it’s hard for everyone for different reasons, it’s ok to not be perfect, or the best because all that really matters to them are hugs and food. I’m still trying to get Jordan to understand that clothing is not optional.
This post should probably be about my two-year-olds. But that would be a very very very long and probably boring post. This one is about Noah, at six-month-old baby is trying to crawl. She’s not supposed to do that. She supposed to stay My Baby. But this little one is on a mission to keep up with her sisters.
This past weekend we rented a cabin in the Mountains with friends. Is was a rustic little home with antique furnishings. In our room there was a dresser topped with a mirror. One afternoon Jordan was standing in our room while I fed Noa. She noticed another room through the frame of the mirror,
“can I go in there?” She asked.
Me, “in that other room?”
Me, “no, it’s a mirror. You are already in that room.””
Jordan, “can I go in the mirror?”
She left before I had a chance to lifer her up so she could see herself in the mirror.