Toddlers, Tantrums, and Elephants?

The kids and I began our morning with a 25 minute car ride where our thoughts were drowned out by two things:
1. Corbin screaming, "ELLIE!  ELLIE!  I WANT MY OTHER ELLIE"
2. The radio blaring, which was my desperate attempt to overcome the wailing tantrum of a three year old.

Yes, this morning I had the "nerve" to go back into my locked house, grab Corbin's Ellie (stuffed elephant) upon request, and then hand it to him.  Unfortunately, I had grabbed the wrong Ellie.  Ellie's identical twin sister, also named Ellie, was apparently the one Corbin wanted.  Silly me!  Because of my unimaginable mistake, I was reminded that the only vehicle distraction probably more dangerous than simultaneously texting and putting on mascara is that of a screaming child.

The one lucid thought that came to my mind during that drive was, "When is this going to get easier?"

But this morning, like many days, I have to remind myself not to focus on all of the butt wiping, all of the Cheerio picking-uping, and all of the "For the one gaziollionth time--biting your brother is not okay!"ing--  and instead to focus on the sweet and often hilarious moments that will, all too soon, be gone.  Here are some of those moments:

1. The freedom of underwear running:  Hudson's new favorite thing to do is to strip down to nothing but his little superhero undies.  He then says, "Mommy, say your words."  I shout, "Ready, set, go!"  He runs around the house pumping his skinny arms while Corbin acts like a crocodile trying to run him off the racetrack.  Pretty cute now, but I'm absolutely sure it won't be cute in 15 years.  Trust me--I've witnessed one too many college track meets for my liking.

(Jovie modeling her "running" apparel.)

2. Innocent potty talk:  Today Corbin went potty and looked up at me with a big smile and said, "Look, I pointed it down!  And made lots of bubbles!  Are you so proud of me?" Pride might be a stretch, but I was certainly thrilled to not have to go over proper peeing position for the third time in two hours.  And I was quite impressed with the number of bubbles. 

3. Thinking that Mommy is a princess: A few months ago I put on a dress, and Hudson exclaimed, "Mommy's a princess!"  To which I replied, "Yes, yes I am a princess.  It's about time someone realized this!"  The boys have taken to calling me Princess Mommy from time to time, which I must admit, never gets old. 

4.  Ellie: The subject of today's tantrum--that little gray elephant (and her twin) full of germs that has caused me anxiety, lost time, and even tears.  Ellie, formerly known as Mr. Elephant and whose history can be found in my December 2011 blog post, has been a faithful lovey even though she's been subjected to snot, biting, throw up, and even a gender shift.  Yet, I can't bear to imagine the day she is thrown in the toy box, hidden behind strewn clothes, or dumped in the donation pile.    

As I think back to Corbin's tantrum this morning, I can't help but think of another tantrum.  This one from a girl that involved a lot of screaming and tears and even the breaking of a closet door.  Except that girl was 17 years old, not 3.  Not one of my all-star moments.  Unfortunately, I think it's pretty clear that this parenting thing might get different in the coming years, but it certainly won't get any easier.  But even with that gloomy forecast, I will find comfort in one simple fact:  My reign as Princess Mommy continues, at least for another day. 

 

And don't even think about rolling your eyes . . .

Some Days I Wish I Could Marry My Crock Pot

What's trending in my world right now?  No, it's not Beyonce.  And oh my heavens, it's certainly not Miley Cyrus.  Gotta love Jennifer Lawrence's new crop (boy, I wish I had the guts to cut my hair like that), but not that either.  So, what's hot?  My crock-pot. 

My two trusty crock pots, or slow cookers as the more refined like to call them, have been cooking slowly and steadily the past few months as the cold has crept through our log walls and the snow has stuck around longer than we Virginians are used to.  Our meals have varied from roasted tomato-basil soup to classic pot roast to tonight's feast of penne alla vodka (the cold has encouraged me to get in touch with my Russian side). 

I've had a few misses, but I've also hit many delicious successes.  But the real beauty of the slow cooker is not the tender meat or delicately prepared sauce or even the sweet smell of simmering soup when I reenter my house after getting the mail.  For me, the real beauty is preparing a meal and cleaning up my mess ahead of time, ideally right after I've had a shot or two of caffeine and while my three children take a midday slumber.  Because when the hubs comes home and the children have transformed from sweet kids to screaming loonies and everyone in the house is playing a strange form of hopscotch due to the litter of toys and laundry that cover the floor, the last thing I want to do is cook.  I would rather waltz over to that glorious piece of ceramic, open the lid, scoop out a warm homemade meal, and whisper, "Thank you.  You've saved my tail again."

Currently my favorite slow cooker recipe book: 

Some of my favorite slow cooker blogs:

http://www.mommysfabulousfinds.com/2013/05/5-easy-crock-pot-recipes.html                                   
This blog explains how you can prepare and freeze meals that you can later thaw and cook in the slow cooker.

http://themagicalslowcooker.com/

Links to some of my favorite slow cooker recipes: 

Lasanga:
http://www.bettycrocker.com/recipes/slow-cooker-lasagna/23546794-7262-47be-9ca4-e12c900399a1

Beef chili:
http://savour-fare.com/2010/01/29/the-one-ive-been-waiting-for-easy-slow-cooker-chili/

White bean chicken chili:
http://dashingdish.com/recipe/crockpot-white-bean-chicken-chili/

Lemon chicken with broccoli:
http://themagicalslowcooker.com/2013/01/14/slow-cooker-lemon-chicken-with-broccoli/

Bean dip:
http://www.food.com/recipe/crock-pot-bean-dip-9842

Shredded chicken breast for freezing:
http://www.thedoctorstv.com/forums/527-17-Day-Diet-Recipes/topics/11594-Super-Easy-Crock-Pot-Shredded-Chicken-Breasts-for-Freezing-recipe-Cycle-1 

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

Like so many of you, I love Christmas and all the fun, out-of the-ordinary moments it brings.  And now that our boys have reached the ripe old age of three, we've been able to start delving into some beloved traditions.  Here's a glimpse at how we've been gearing up for the 25th of December.

~Visit with Santa~ The boys had a "riveting" visit with Santa.  After about 15 seconds, Hudson and Santa's conversation reached a stalemate while Corbin sat in awe and wonder at how long he had to sit there until he got his free candy cane. 

(Picture courtesy of my dad who happily ignored Santa's elves when they said, "No outside photography."  I always knew he was a frugally fabulous rebel at heart).

~Gingerbread house making~ It always looks so darling when people post those precious pics of their kids' gingerbread houses and cookies online, doesn't it?  So, I thought we'd create the same "magic."  So using my Ikea gingerbread kit, the boys and I created this house, turned teepee, turned slum.  (And yes, that is chocolate icing--I didn't have any white icing, and by golly, Martha Stewart doesn't live here so homemade`icing wasn't happening.)  Initially, I blamed this gingerbread mess on Ikea (Stupid furniture makers--stop designing 300 sq ft. homes and learn to make some better ginger walls and roofs!).  But then I saw my sister's gingerbread house.  Using the same kit.  Looks like I'll be photoshopping my kids into her pic. 

 

 (Okay, slight exaggeration on the grandness of my sister's gingerbread house, but you get the idea.)

~First nativity~ Now that the boys are able to understand and verbalize more, I bought them a Little People's nativity so that we could focus on the true meaning of Christmas.  The boys haven't taken to it in the way that I envisioned.  At this writing, Mother Mary has been MIA for a week, and apparently the angel and Joseph are fed up waiting for her to "freshen up" after giving birth and have decided to take a prolonged nap.

 

 ~Messiah~ Ben and I somehow managed to trick my parents into watching not one, not two, but all three kids for five hours so that we could eat a meal free of bribing, aimless wandering, and whining.  Let's just say we both sprinted to the car after shutting their front door.  The real highlight of the evening was after the meal when we went to the Naval Academy Chapel to watch the Messiah.  It is confirmed: we like sheep. 

~Frosty the Snowman and other beloved tales~ It's hard to top the Messiah, but Frosty does a pretty good job considering all the nostalgia that he conjures up.  Although as much as the boys love listening to the music of those Christmas classics, the song "What Does the Fox Say" still wins top prize in this house. 

 

~A crafty project worth keeping! (due to the fact it was under the direction of an adult other than myself)~ So the gingerbread house didn't look so hot, but a reindeer created from my boys' hands and foot--finally, a keeper! 

 

We've had fun moments, and moments that went in totally wrong directions, and lots of exhausting moments so far this Christmas season.  But I've been reminded of the same lesson that was taught in one of my favorite books, The Best Christmas Pageant Ever.  That first Christmas was a bit messy, and a bit hairy at times, and definitely didn't go according to "plan."  But oftentimes, there is beauty and meaning in all the messiness.

So Merry Christmas, from our wild, busy, and chaotic family! 

"This baby would be like that bright star shining in the sky that night.  A Light to light up the whole world.  Chasing away darkness.  Helping people to see.  And the darker the night got, the brighter the star would shine." ~from The Jesus Storybook Bible by Sally Lloyd-Jones

Precious photo taken just moments before Jovie spit up on Hudson and he dropped her like a hot potato.

Potty of Woes

Over the last three years, I have prided myself on being able to keep calm, stay cool, and go with the flow even with double baby duty, terrible twos times two, and babies who like to make too early of debuts.  But about three months ago, I was pushed over the edge of easygoingness.  And I fell flat on my face and am still trying to climb back up. 
The culprit . . .

The Potty.

I had plans.  Grand plans of potty training my two boys in a weekend.  A few horrible days and then POOF!  I'd go from three in diapers to just one!  The savings!  The ease!  Glorious! 

Naive, naive, woman I was. 

Within four hours of potty training boot camp, Ben and I looked at each other amidst the swirl of the washing machine, the low roar of the dryer, and the new batch of soiled underwear and towels anxiously in wait for their return to cleanliness.  Our sunken, bloodshot eyes said it all--"One of these kids is going to have to get booted out of potty bootcamp.  Two trainers.  Too much."

With that, I dug the diapers back out, slapped one on Hudson, and breathed a sigh of relief.  The sigh quickly turned into a scream when I noticed Corbin marking his terrritory around the dining room table.  Relief doesn't last long in these parts.

By the end of the weekend, we thought most of our work was done with Corbin.  We'd had successes and even initiations of both the yellow and brown variety.  We even had dry Pull-Ups at nap and bedtimes.  What a bright lad!  We celebrated and put our feet up.

There is a very fine line between naivete and stupidity.

Our mission was not accomplished.  The yellow kept making its way into the pot, but the brown.  Oh, the brown!  Woe, woe is me.

Nearly three months later, I am starting to see a faint light at the end of this tunnel.  We're getting there, we're close, I feel it!  And then I remember that we're getting there with our one boy.  There's ANOTHER one, the SAME age, still mostly in DIAPERS.  The madness! 

If there's any silver lining to this "adventure," it's that I've learned quite a few poignant lessons through all of this.  Here are a few:

1. When telling your child to go potty in your backyard woods, clarify that you want them to pee.  And at the first sign of a squat, run!  Or you too will be using a leaf and a stick to clean up a very unexpected mess.

2. If your vaccum won't pick up that raisin on the floor, think twice before picking it up with your bare hand.
  
3. Point.  It.  Down.  The three most important words for any mother of young  boys . . .

I could write for days about our potty training undertakings, but I have a squatting child in the corner.  Ready, set, GO! 

The sugar-induced smiles of children who've been bribed by many an M & M.

True Joy

People often ask me how we came up with the name Jovie, and the question always makes me hesitate.  I usually respond that I heard it somewhere years ago and have since always loved the name.  Thankfully, that answer usually suffices, unless my loving 17 year-old sister is nearby when the question is asked.  She will happily barge her way into the conversation and exclaim, "Jovie is the name of an elf!"  

This, of course, is entirely false.  Jovie is not the name of an elf.  It's the name of an elf's girlfriend.  Actually, the girlfriend of a human raised by elves.   

Okay, true confession: I first heard heard the name when watching Will Ferrell's Christmas classic, Elf.  If you've seen the movie (and if you haven't, shame on you--cutest movie ever!), Jovie is the tough, sassy girl who ends up finding happiness again as she falls in love with Buddy the Elf. 

Ben and I watch Elf every Christmas season, and we both really liked the name of the character.  However, when I wanted to use it for our daughter, Ben hesitated.  Neither of us had ever heard that name outside of the movie, and Ben didn't want a made-up name for his little girl.  But after hearing of another "real-life" Jovie and then discovering that its meaning is "joyful," Ben happily agreed to the name.  

We never really considered the meanings of the boys' names when deciding what we should call them. But the meaning of her name seemed to fit given the joy we experienced even amongst the stress and anxiety of Jovie's circumstances at birth.  

As we celebrated Jovie's baptism yesterday, Ben wrote a blessing for her just as he did for our boys.  And our prayer for Jovie comes back to that simple yet poignant meaning of her name: joy.  

Ben's words for his daughter:    

Jovie, you have brought much joy already to this family, bringing your joy even before we initially expected.  Even amongst the trials of your first weeks of life, God has bestowed his grace on our family.

For your blessing we’ve chosen Psalm 40: 16, “But may all who seek you rejoice and be glad in you; may those who love your salvation say continually, ‘Great is the Lord!’”

We already see your joyful and happy personality, but always remember that true joy is only found in the Lord God.  It is our prayer that you come to know the Lord and seek after the Him, even at a young age.  Jovie, God bless you with the true joy found in him and in his goodness and salvation.  May you glorify God, spreading the joy of the Lord and proclaiming with all the saints, “Great is the Lord!”

The Many Faces of Travel

With the celebration of Labor Day, summer as we know it is officially over (well, I guess it was over 9 days ago, but everything is delayed by at least a week when you have a potty training 2 year old,  a "I'm still in diapers because Mommy is overwhelmed training the other kid" 2 year old, and a baby.)  A few weeks before Ben met his new group of toga-loving Latin students, we ended our summer with a bang (or more like a very slow hum) and drove 11 hours to visit family in Michigan.

For most of the trip, I sat in the middle row of seats so that I could continuously throw goldfish into the boys' mouths.  The fishies have an amazing ability to drown out all whining.  In between my goldfish throws, I began noticing that Jovie had a lot to say about our 11 hour drive.  Below is her commentary during our jaunt to the Midwest.

Ahhh .  . . we've been on the road for about three minutes.  I think it's time for a nap.

Snug as a bug in a rug.  I think I'll try to win the world record for longest nap ever.

What is that noise disrupting my beauty rest?  Ugh!  It's those two.  Again.  Seriously?  Putting stickers all over yourself and laughing hysterically is so infantile. 

 Haha.  They got in trouble.  Duh, boys.  Stickers aren't supposed to go in your hair.  Babies.

 Wow, that was quite a meal.  I'm feeling pretty full.

Hmmmm . . . maybe I over did it a bit.  Should have skipped that last ounce of milk.

Seriously, Mom--I'm gonna blow!

Much better.  Sorry, boys for the spit-up.  But look on the bright side.  At least it landed mostly on your stickers.

Someone's not amused . . .

Lessons My Boys Have Learned

These last few months have been a bit crazy for all of us, including Hudson and Corbin who have endured a lot of shuffling to grandparents, friends' houses, and tedious road trips to the hospital.  Here are some lessons they have unintentionally learned as a result:

1. Hospitals aren't always bad.  We went to the hospital one day to pick up Ben who had been visiting Jovie in the NICU.  When the boys found out they weren't going inside the waiting room, they burst into tears.  "Hospital!!!  I wanna go hospital!"  From the myriad of puzzles and books in the waiting room, to the fun lights and beeps in the NICU, to my hospital room that overlooked a construction site (tractors, and dozers, and dirt, oh my!), the boys rarely complained about entering the hospital. 

(The boys enjoying the train set at the Ronald McDonald House outside of Fairfax Hospital)

2.  Mommies have sad days too.  I prided myself on keeping my cool through this whole ordeal.  But the week before Jovie came home, I started unraveling and getting sick to my stomach every time I would call the NICU to check on Jovie for fear that she would have a setback lengthening her stay.  The boys saw me crying quite a lot that week and on the verge of falling apart.  As much as I wish I could have shielded them from that, I think they learned a practical lesson: Sometimes life is hard--even for Mommys and Daddys.

(I find it hard to believe how far Jovie has come in the last 3 months--this picture seems like a lifetime ago!)

3. Breast milk is best.  Until recently, I was pumping seven times a day because Jovie was still having some trouble mastering nursing after mostly being fed with a feeding tube and bottle while in the NICU.  So, Hudson and Corbin became very well acquainted with The Pump.  From them walking around with the cups on their chest to coming up to me while pumping and saying, "Come on milk.  Don't be shy," all thoughts of modesty have been thrown out the window.  One afternoon we received a package in the mail, and I excitedly told the boys, "Let's open it and see what's inside!"  When I tore open the box, I realized it was my new pump and thought the boys would be sorely disappointed.  Instantly they knew what it was, and Corbin screamed, "Oh boy!  Making milk!"  They then proceeded to spend the next 10 minutes putting all of the parts together.  Inappropriate--possibly.  Funny--definitely.

(Holy milk!  A freezerful of milk is one of the few benefits of having a baby that starts off drinking less than an ounce of milk a day.)

4. Babies are fun.  Correction: Playing with babies' toys is fun; actual babies do little more than a battery operated stuffed animal.  Other than giving Jovie a good morning and a good night kiss, or getting a little irritated if I'm feeding Jovie when they NEED attention, the boys basically ignore her.  However, they have gotten much joy out of turning her swing on full power, wrestling under her playmat, and climbing in her crib.

(This Kodak moment lasted all of two seconds before poor Jovie had to be pulled to safety.)

(Jovie and Hudson bonding while watching "Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood")

Hudson and Corbin have had a non-traditional education these last few months.  I am hoping that this ordeal has shaped my two-year-olds somehow for the better.  Although, I do think Ben and I will strongly deter them from a career in lactation consulting.