So, yesterday was... good. Really good, even. Granted, Owen is still in that stage where he is usually sleeping and when he bothers to wake up is generally content to stare at the wall for a while until you get around to him, and Mia seemed a bit bored for part of the day but it won't kill her to learn how to entertain herself a bit more. I even got everyone dressed and breakfasted by 9:00 - 8:30 if I get to count Owen's 5:00 feeding as his breakfast - and I only managed it because I braved a major tantrum and got Mia dressed before we even came downstairs. Oh, and I didn't brush my teeth until nearly 2:00, but that seems like a minor detail. I even did a couple of loads of laundry, just to show off and be fancy.
Mia has been sporting a major attitude problem this past week, partly I am sure attributable to Owen's arrival, but also in large part the result of the ongoing Poop Saga (oh my fucking god, how hard is it to just poop already?) and Chris being home from work for two weeks. Don't get me wrong, Chris is an amazing parent and Mia adores him, but she just gets overstimulated when she scores that much unfettered Daddy Access and it is reflected in her behavior. Also, Chris is reluctant to punish (and usually has no reason to since Mia likes to pull her Perfect Little Princess act for him) and Mia is well aware that Daddy will spend 30 minutes talking her into putting her shoes on where Mommy would give her a three count and a consequence. The result is a rather truculent toddler where usually we have a really lovely little girl.
So, we started working on attitude and behavior yesterday, and the change in the six hours between waking up and naptime was remarkable. One time-out, one sequestered toy, one mondo poop and we were back on track. Or at least back on track to getting back on track. This just confirms my no shit sherlock belief that toddlers desperately want to know exactly what is expected of them. Not that they will always choose to comply, certainly, but rules make them happy.
And now for the Random Update portion of today's post:
You remember how I blathered on and on about wearing my pre-pregnancy jeans at 5 days post-partum? Yeah well, that was short-lived. Entirely too tight denim plus recent abdominal surgery is not a good combination and after about 30 minutes I was ripping those suckers off my body and diving into some sweatpants. So now when I get sick to death of maternity pants I wear yoga pants, and vice versa.
I had my 2 week OB appointment yesterday (and a husband kind enough to come home early to entertain the toddler so I only had to take the infant with me) and I am down 30 pounds from my top pregnant weight. Of course, 10 pounds of that was baby and it still leaves me up 18 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight, and there, now you know. I suppose it isn't any wonder that I birthed a sumo wrestler when you add those two numbers together to find how much I gained with this pregnancy. However, I am only 6 pounds over my pre-pregnancy pre-diet weight, so that seems somewhat manageable. I'm still forbidden to do any real exercise though, so boo-hoo, guess I'd better just keep eating cookies and sitting on the couch for another four weeks.
Mia has started nursing and burping her dolls and stuffed animals. She does take great pains to explain that she is giving them milk from her pretend breasts, lest there be any confusion.
Owen, who emerged from my uterus the spitting image of his big sister, looks less and less like Mia every day. Even when he is wrapped in one of her pink blankets. Ah, the burden of being a younger brother. I'm sure Mia will be putting his hair in pigtails just as soon as he has enough to make that possible. He does like to freak Mommy out by choking on nothing and refusing to breathe for what feels like months at a time, but he hasn't actually turned blue since the day we came home from the hospital and has been so easy in every other way that I guess I will spot him that one.
And now, to face today. I'll be taking two children to Storytime and then to visit the Hotty Pediatrician. Pray for me.