It’s 7 o’clock and all the girls are sleeping. John’s got work to do and I’m done my book so I figured I come upstairs and do an update. I should probably just leave it, but who knows when I’ll have the time/energy again.
Today was one of those days where John and I look at each other and wonder what we’ve done to our lives. I think my bad mood started when I found out that today was not the end of our 6 weekends of double swim lessons (that we all go to now that stupid me introduced the concept of watching the other swim). Oh no, there are two more weeks of the torture. I am so done with weekend family swim time that I have pulled the girls out of the January session and enrolled them at the Y. They are now on the wait list for a weekday morning and they will go themselves. Once they are in, they will progress at their own pace and I will never have to endure the stupidity of trying to get them in the same class again.
The Y was one of the bright spots in my week and I’m hoping it lives up to my expectations. I fully expect to be singing it’s praises to the tune of previous vonage and dvr ravings. In addition to the weekly swim lesson, the girls also have 1.5 hour unparented dropin programs they can go to pretty much every day of the week. Not only can I drop them off but I can leave the building. Some are in the gym and some are more quiet craft/playtime. They went to one program last week and they loved it. It was a bunch of running around with gym equipment - they were tired that night. The only part that I’m not so sure about is that it’s in a well to do area of Oakville. The first mother I spoke to was actually a Nanny, which was fine, until she started boasting about her charges and their exceptional abilities. She kept on referring to Mom which was a bit weird. “I told Mom that the Y programs were stimulating and an excellent place for charge C to burn off some energy while working on their social skills.” I guess when you’re a Nanny you can’t say things like “I got 1.5 hours away from the little buggers and I got to go to the gym…and get paid!!”.
So today was tiring. After swimming we came home to our Christmasy house (we decorated yesterday) and the girls and John did a gingerbread house. After lunch I took Emma grocery shopping. Leah was in full whine today and it got so bad that we had to follow through on “if you whine again you’re not going to go see the Christmas lights with Daddy”. She stood at the door while John took Emma. She thought he was coming back (he might of had he not known I’d kill him) and when he pulled out of the driveway she was horrified. Sobbing, screaming “HE’S GONE, HE’S GONE AND LEFT ME, COME BACK DADDY!!!” - the whole production. Thankfully she was sobbing that she didn’t listen and Daddy left without her. She definitely got the lesson, whether or not she’s learned anything depends on her state of mind. I think that’s the most frustrating part of three - you know they know but sometimes they just can’t seem to work it out.
Sweet baby Claire is doing well. She is a very unpredictable baby. Just when I think I’ve figured her all out she changes it up. She stopped eating again mid week and I decided to just give her chunks of table food. She gobbles up bread and baby cookies so I know she can chew. She’s hit or miss but on Friday she ate an entire meal of chicken and sweet potato chunks. She is definitely more interested in table food than mush. We’ll see where this goes but I am enjoying putting stuff on her tray and letting her feed herself.
I have also completely weaned her. Nursing at night was beoming more and more frequent and I reached my breaking point. This week she is getting up to eat twice in the night at around midnight and 4am. She still stirs for her soother many times a night. It still sounds horrible but it is so much better than it was. I changed her formula last week and it did not go well. She was up for 2 hours in the middle of the night. I wasn’t sure why but with the green poop for three mornings in a row, I decided it must be something in the formula. She’s back on the old stuff now and things are running smoother…and browner.
Not much else to report. Our busy Christmas weekends start next weekend. The girls are very excited about Christmas this year and have already written their letters to Santa. We had a very small amount of snow last week and we had to go out and play in it. Leah lasted longer than the rest of us and played alone in the backyard for 30 mins.
The Halloween treats are officially gone. I’d say about 80% of them ended up in the garbage. In the end the only thing they finally stopped trying were the candy body parts. They never quite caught on that they were body parts (who buys body parts??!) but they figured out they tasted awful. The two of them are now very interested in treats after meals which can get a bit tiring. They’ll have two bites of dinner then say they’re so full their tummy might get sore if they take another bite - only to ask for a cookie in the next sentence. They’ve got a long way to go in learning how to be sneaky. Emma has also started saying that Daddy (or Mommy) let’s them do things. Some of it is just down right ridiculous. Yesterday she claimed John let her lick peanut butter off a steak knife. When I said maybe a butter knife she insisted it was the sharp knife.
That’s all I can think of. I’ll get some pictures up on Flickr. I used the continous feature for some pictures and got some funny series. Claire wrestling Emma and John making faces with the girls.
