Zoo-rific

There's something about going to the zoo that I equally like and dislike at the same time. On the one hand, it's the ZOO. You get to see the lions sleeping on the big rocks, the rhinos sitting in the sun, the prairie dogs digging their holes and the peacocks flashing their feathers (sometimes. They're really not all that exciting when they're not). On the other hand, I can never leave without feeling bad for the large polar bear in his way too small "habitat," the chimpanzee who sits sadly staring out through the glass and the black bear, who, at our zoo, seems to be the outcast bear and barely even gets up most days.

Big Sister E loves the zoo, though. I think most kids do. Our little playgroup visited there this week and even though we've seen the same giraffe a million times, the kids were still right along the railing watching him sit in the grass. The tiger, who seems to be a little neurotic, was doing his usual pacing back and forth along the window and everyone made sure they had a spot right up there to feel like they were inches from him (that glass is WAY thicker than inches though, right? RIGHT?) when he passed by, back and forth, back and forth. We said hello to Leroy, the zebu, who is always a friendly fellow and squeezed in a little time feeding the goats before the petting zoo area closed for cleaning.

The best parts of the zoo, however, are the attractions for children. There's a big playground area with huge rocks and rope ladders to climb, tunnels to disappear into and multiple slides for what seems to be the ultimate in kid enjoyment: sliding. There is also a beautifully-decorated carousel where kids can choose to ride animals like a jaguar, dolphin or warthog up and down, up and down while moms like me get dizzy standing next to Big Sister E as we go around. Finally, there's a small train driven by an elderly gentleman who takes his engineer job seriously and dutifully points out the 4 animals that the train goes by (it's a pretty short ride) even though the wallaby is always a sleeping lump on the ground and the red panda is nocturnal, so he's barely ever out (he's very cute though, when he is awake).
The trip ended with a picnic lunch where the kids did a great job sharing their grapes and crackers with each other and I managed to not lose too much hair to Little Sister B's clutches. And the best part? Both girls fell asleep in the car on the way home and, after moving them into their beds, they both napped all afternoon. I'd say that definitely made things zoo-rific. Zoo-tastic, even.

Raising sisters

When I was pregnant with Big Sister E, I was fairly certain that I was having a girl. Sure enough, when the ultrasound revealed that I was right, I was overjoyed knowing that I was going to have a daughter (or pretty overjoyed, considering the ultrasound tech pointed out at least twice that with girls, they're pretty sure but it's not quite as easy as with boys. Yes Lady, I understand anatomy, THANKS). Two years later, when I was pregnant with Little Sister B, I thought she was going to be a boy. I don't know why, I just did and I was pretty sure. So, when we had her ultrasound and were told that she was a girl, I was amazed that I was wrong. I was all, really? And the tech was all, see the lines? Do you understand anatomy? Oh, RIGHT.

Their first picture together taken right after bringing Little Sister B home from the hospital

Now that I've had 7+ months to witness my girls as sisters, I am beyond happy that they will have each other as a friend forever. I can't wait to see them grow up and play together and share secrets and whisper late into the night and hear about when they call each other to commiserate on how crazy Mom is... oh wait, I probably won't hear about that.

For now, it warms my heart to see them together and when Big Sister E gives her little sis hugs and kisses and rushes to make sure she has a toy (or two... or TOO MANY as in the picture here), I couldn't be more proud of her. There are moments when she, understandably, doesn't want her hair pulled or her toys taken away. But there are also times when Little Sister B is in a crabby mood and all it takes is her big sister to sit down in front of her and patiently give her a rattle, then a block, then a stuffed animal, and on and on forever. Big Sister E takes those responsibilities as a big sister very seriously and, as well as playing, she really loves helping Mommy and Daddy whenever she can (sometimes I even have to stop her from helping when, say, it's probably best that I am the one who throws away the poop-covered diaper or feeds Little Sister B her cereal. Letting a toddler take charge in either situation seems to end up in a mess that is just not pleasant).

There are days like today that I pause and think, how did I get here? Growing up, my mom always told me how time goes by so fast and the years slip away as you get older and yada yada, all that stuff that GROWN-UPS always drone on about, but all of a sudden it makes sense. She was... right. How old will my kids be (or will they be fully grown) before I stop asking, how is it possible that these are MY CHILDREN? And will I ever stop being baffled that I am SOMEBODY'S MOTHER?

I have a hunch that it is a little too late for me to wonder if I'm up to the task of raising these girls, no? But as I watch them play and learn and grow together, I just hope that I can show them how lucky they are to have each other and that the bond that they have as sisters will last a lifetime. I think that one day they, too will realize that giving each of them a sister was the best thing I've ever done.

Two wonderful, beautiful somebodies.

Mail Delivery: YoBaby

I started feeding Little Sister B solids when she turned 6 months old, per my pediatrician's instructions. Part of me really wanted to get it going earlier, in a let's-just-get-on-with-this sort of way, but I still waited. As it turned out, Little Sister B didn't really GET IT like Big Sister E had done when she was a baby. Instead, the rice cereal just ran down out of her mouth and she would just sit there, letting me catch the same spoonful off of her chin and shoveling it back in, only to swiftly catch it again moments later.

An entire month went on like that, no matter what I tried to feed her. About two weeks ago, the light went on. Or, in her case, the taste buds and the tongue action magically began to work. Rice cereal and oatmeal suddenly weren't so bad and she was willing to try most any vegetable or fruit that was offered. Some are definitely better than others, but she'll usually oblige me by eating most of what is put in front of her, even if it isn't all that thrilling.

And then, over at This Side of Eternity, I won a YoBaby gift pack and now, when I pull out yogurt for Little Sister B, it's like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. She loves it and can't get enough. It's the jelly to her peanut butter, the ketchup to her french fries, the ranch dressing for dipping her pizza into (hey, don't knock it until you've tried it).

I try to have both of my kids eat at least somewhat healthy and I love that "YoBaby yogurt is rich with nutrients, purely organic, and made with whole milk recommended for proper nutrition." It's 100% natural and has nothing artificial in it, so I don't feel guilty at all about letting her enjoy it. In fact, I'm really happy that she likes it so much - and that I still have four more coupons for free yogurt!

So, thanks This Side of Eternity and Stonyfield Farm, Little Sister B is not only boosting her brain development and immune system and growing strong, but she's really loving doing it with YoBaby yogurt. And, for having to bring that large envelope all the way up to my front door, thanks, Mail Carrier.

(Other than the coupons, bib and bowl that I was lucky enough to win, I was not provided with anything or enticed to do this review in any way but instead just really thought this is too great of a product to not share my opinion)

The big 3-0. Minus the 0.

It's almost August already? How did that happen? Where does the time GO?

Big Sister E's 3rd birthday is quickly approaching, meaning I have about 2 1/2 months to plan what we will do to celebrate. Last year was easy, she was all about monkeys. They were by far her favorite thing, so I took the idea and ran with it, ending up with monkey balloons, monkey cups, monkey gift bags, a monkey shirt, monkey cupcakes and my pride and joy: the monkey cake. I'm not the most talented person in the kitchen and I know mine didn't come out quite as perfect as Martha's, but I was still impressed with myself. Plus, it took ALL MORNING to make, a feat in itself considering I was pretty darn pregnant with Little Sister B at the time and didn't do all that much standing. Big Sister E loved it and has talked about it ever since.

This year? Sure, she still likes monkeys. But they aren't nearly as exciting as they used to be. If you ask what her favorite animal is there's a chance that monkeys may still get a vote. However, peacocks seem to be mentioned more lately. As well as dig-digs (prairie dogs). Who has a prairie dog party? And I don't think there's even a small chance that I could make a peacock cake that would even REMOTELY resemble a bird, let alone a peacock. I have a few more ideas, but I'll have to think about it all for a while more. I'm also waiting on a recent giveaway win to arrive before I commit to an idea because I think it'll help me make the final decision.
As well as fretting about the party, I've heard from more and more people lately about how 3 is harder than 2. Terrible Two's? 3 was much worse, they say. I'm not sure if them telling me this is along the lines of sharing horrible birth stories with pregnant women or details of root canal pain on the way to the dentist (which, by the way, I had a temporary crown put on my tooth the other day and was there a need for the hygienist to pull so hard on my cheek in an effort to help hold my mouth open? It seemed a little unnecessary). But yet, they tell me. Or else I just bring it upon myself when I come across the stories on other blogs and can't seem to stop reading them.

I'm not sure if I will be able to handle 3 if it's that much harder, because we've had a pretty crazy ride with 2. Some days have been wonderful, fantastic, fun-filled, joyous times with my sweet, loving Dr. Jekyll. Then there are the other days, or that SAME DAY or even 30 SECONDS LATER that Mr. Hyde appears and the tantrums, yelling and crying just make me want to take Little Sister B and go hide somewhere, preferably somewhere soundproof. However, I have to remember that we've come a long way from when Big Sister E changed from my cute, content baby into this person with thoughts and OPINIONS and feelings that are hard for her to express. I, for one, think I am just going to choose to ignore the warnings about 3 and focus on the good things that are to come.

Like partying.

(Halloween 2008, two weeks after her birthday. What else did you think she'd be?)