Baby girl, you can do it. You are a crawler! you are so cute when you do. Most of the time you move carefully, slowly as if you are moving across thin ice. But when your sister are involved, you move like you’ve always known how to. My favorite is when you get your little hip caught up on a corner. You’ll learn. You pretty much use your new skill to keep up with the action when Jordan and Talia are home and follow me around when they are not. Part of me knows that you would have so much fun in a daycare, but I’d miss you too much, so story time at the library, Gymboree and playdates will have to do for now. You are such a fun little baby. You nap when you have the chance, if you get woken up by the screaming choir you are usually just as happy to be entertained by them. You love other babies and show that love and friendship by a good head butt. Another one of your best new tricks is mimicking children screaming or dogs barking. you have the sweetest babble and your two bottom teeth are finally making a very slow appearance. I love you so much baby girl. Happy 9 months.
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.
I loved arts and crafts when I was little, I still do. When I found out I was having twins I was excited about two things, that my little girls would always have the perfect see saw partner and arts and crafts. We have a craft closet that could win awards. These girls are always up for a project. They usually find a way to make a huge mess but isn’t that what being a toddler is about.
Photos by Heidi
We are there, Six Months! The time flew, in a blink she is turning into her own little person, she has so much personality and is a very lovable little baby. She nuzzles her little head under my chin whenever she sees new people and has started giving me zerberts on my cheeks and chin. Her cheeks, on the other hand, have withstood the the months, I dread the day her cheek bones make an appearance, but I know it’s inevitable, until then I will continue to munch on them every chance I get. Miss Noa gives the term bouncing baby a whole new meaning. She had her first try at a bouncy swing at a friends house, she loved it, but with two toddlers to push her this way and that and give her a good spin, she was ready to call it quits pretty quick. I realized the two doorway swings I had in the basement were not going to cut it in our house. I borrowed a jumparoo, like this one, from a friend and she loves it. She bounces and bounces, with a box under her feet because she’s not tall enough to touch her feet to the ground in it yet. I’m not sure she knows she can just sit in it. After about 20 minutes of bouncing she starts crying, but continues bouncing. I take her out, otherwise she’ll just bounce and cry. She loves playing with toys, eats all of them and any solid foods I offer her. So far she has had, acorn squash, zucchini, peas, sweet potato, cauliflower, apples, avocado and banana. She is getting pretty good at putting the pacifier in her mouth all by herself and can pass toys from one hand to the other. She loves to laugh, she will find any reason to let out a good chuckle, a sigh, a sneeze, any unexpected sound, but usually it’s her sisters entertaining her. She loves them and is ready to get in on the action. She literally tries to leap out of my arms to go and play with them, she gets pretty upset when she lands on her face and can’t get anywhere else. I have no doubt it won’t be long, she is already tucking her little knees under her legs every so often. Living life with a crawler and two home wreckers will be an interesting adjustment, I have a feeling there will be more child locks and many a beaded bracelet stowed away for a while. I us to have the eye of a hawk for tiny things on the ground, I hope that skill reruns although I have a feeling it’s inevitable that I will be pulling much more out of Noas’ mouth than I ever did with the twins.