I have always had a lot of respect and pure awe for my single mom friends because I can’t even imagine taking care of a house, the toddler, and everything else all by myself. This week Jon was traveling from very early Monday morning until tonight and I got a tiny little taste of what it’s like to parent alone. O M G help! I have been feeling like I am way in over my head since the minute he left. Yesterday I spent my lunch break running home to vacuum, do the dishes, put dinner in the crock pot, and taking out the trash. Between getting everyone ready, fed and out the door in the morning and then fed, bathed, and tucked in at night, I couldn’t figure out when I could possibly do all that other stuff. Needless to say, I am beyond giddy to have my partner back by my side.
It’s been a long while since I’ve shown you the actual belly and last night I thought I would try to take a couple of pictures.
And that’s when I was photo bombed by the cutest little toddler (not biased at all here).
My two beautiful girls.
And now I think I have my favorite photos of the belly ever.
Peanut has really started to understand the baby in the belly thing. From time to time she runs up to me, touches or hugs my belly and says, “baby” while pointing. ”Yes, sweet girl.” I tell her, “there is a baby in mommy’s belly and soon you will have a little sister.” It brings tears of joy to my eyes almost instantly.
Switching gears. The tot’s been sleeping in her toddler bed almost a full week now and it’s been going well. She fell off a couple of times at night the second and third night and I ended up putting a rolled up blanket under her sheet and she’s been sleeping great ever since. (Before you all comment on the whole pool noodle thing – yes, I would love to get a pool noodle to put in there and will once it’s not snowing in CT and our stores actually start carrying them again…and I have time to leave the house and get one.)
We’re still trying to find our way with the new set up without a pacifier and a rail and Peanut will whine or cry for about 30 seconds at bedtime but calms quickly and easily. She also sometimes wakes up once or twice a night crying out for her nunu and mama. Usually I just walk into the room, cover her up with a blanket, tell her everything is ok and she falls right back to sleep. Overall it has been such a good transition that I’m not stressing this.
On that note, there have been some messages in various places about us “letting our kid just fall out of bed.” I feel like it’s only fair to clear it up – the bed is less than a foot high, we have an extra thick rug with an extra thick rug pad underneath. Next to Peanut’s bed we also put pillows, blankets, and her changing table pad. Her “falling” is about 6 inches onto a softer surface than her bed. I promise you guys, we love our little Peanut and don’t want her to be hurt. I do believe that she can learn the length and width of her bed, with time.
I know many of you bloggers are used to having less than positive, encouraging, or non-judgmental comments on your blogs but I’m not. And I find it just hurtful that some of you deal with these types of comments daily – why do we judge so quickly and easily, not knowing the full story? A friend of mine actually got a comment that said that her recipe tasted like dog sh*t. Between trying to figure out why one would take the time to write that and how often this person tastes dog sh*t for comparison, my mind is just boggled. I’ve seen posts from some of my favorite bloggers telling their readers that their blog is a tiny glimpse…it’s not the full story. I guess I just always thought we all know that…I was wrong.
Well, any who. I finally finished (omg I’m so behind) Jon’s gift from Peanut and I cannot wait to share it with you guys tomorrow (as soon as I actually give it to my husband).