Things in our house that have been cleaned (for possibly the first time ever) in the last month:
- Fan blades
- Mini blinds
- The floors under all the beds
- The sidewalk (thanks, Husband)
- The walls around our girl's bed (ew, boogers.)
That is possibly the only physical thing that has been done even slightly in the name of preparing for Baby Bro. And let's be honest, it was more because we're going through tissues like they're going out of style and I was under the impression that removing dust would help. It won't, by the way.
While we haven't physically made any space for him or even gotten out our old baby equipment (old meaning we put it in the garage last week because we won't need it for the next month), we have talked a lot about this new Little Guy coming in June. Our oldest daughter has plans for where he'll sleep (in her bed, next to the wall) and who will feed him (she will. her milk will grow). She talks either to him or about him every day.
"Do you miss Baby Bro, Mom? I do."
"Is it June yet? It's talking a long time."
"Hi, Baby Bro, this is your big sister Ellie!"
"Good night, Mama. Sleep well. Let Baby Bro grow!"
"Can I give Baby Bro a kiss goodbye too?"
"Mom. What will you do when your belly is empty?!!"
We've also thrown fits as a way of trying to express how overwhelmed we feel about this new transition. One of us sits down and smacks the floor every time her dolly's head gets turned the slightest degree to the left or right. One of us can't seem to fall asleep at nap time or bedtime while another of us dissolves in angry tears at the thought of another missed nap. Other things we've lost it over: the wrong color stripe on our breakfast bowl, too many ants on the kitchen floor, the door being too far open.
I've been reading some articles and listening to some parenting podcasts (a sure sign I'm desperate, as I'm usually quite confident in my parenting and find other people's techniques too extreme) that have been reminding me that although my verbal girl is excited about this new person in her life, she's also likely terrified. And if I'm honest, I'm terrified too.
But he's getting awfully uncomfortable to lug around, so while I'm terrified, I'm also more than happy to start washing his clothes and making a packing list for my hospital bag. The sooner we get this transition behind us, the better.
- Fan blades
- Mini blinds
- The floors under all the beds
- The sidewalk (thanks, Husband)
- The walls around our girl's bed (ew, boogers.)
That is possibly the only physical thing that has been done even slightly in the name of preparing for Baby Bro. And let's be honest, it was more because we're going through tissues like they're going out of style and I was under the impression that removing dust would help. It won't, by the way.
While we haven't physically made any space for him or even gotten out our old baby equipment (old meaning we put it in the garage last week because we won't need it for the next month), we have talked a lot about this new Little Guy coming in June. Our oldest daughter has plans for where he'll sleep (in her bed, next to the wall) and who will feed him (she will. her milk will grow). She talks either to him or about him every day.
"Do you miss Baby Bro, Mom? I do."
"Is it June yet? It's talking a long time."
"Hi, Baby Bro, this is your big sister Ellie!"
"Good night, Mama. Sleep well. Let Baby Bro grow!"
"Can I give Baby Bro a kiss goodbye too?"
"Mom. What will you do when your belly is empty?!!"
We've also thrown fits as a way of trying to express how overwhelmed we feel about this new transition. One of us sits down and smacks the floor every time her dolly's head gets turned the slightest degree to the left or right. One of us can't seem to fall asleep at nap time or bedtime while another of us dissolves in angry tears at the thought of another missed nap. Other things we've lost it over: the wrong color stripe on our breakfast bowl, too many ants on the kitchen floor, the door being too far open.
I've been reading some articles and listening to some parenting podcasts (a sure sign I'm desperate, as I'm usually quite confident in my parenting and find other people's techniques too extreme) that have been reminding me that although my verbal girl is excited about this new person in her life, she's also likely terrified. And if I'm honest, I'm terrified too.
But he's getting awfully uncomfortable to lug around, so while I'm terrified, I'm also more than happy to start washing his clothes and making a packing list for my hospital bag. The sooner we get this transition behind us, the better.
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