Momma, canna have my jakhet?

Olivia got this styling bathrobe last week, courtesy of a relative who really enjoys spoiling her rotten ;)

She thinks it is about the coolest thing ever! We have tried to tell her that it is a bathrobe, but she is insistent upon the fact that it is indeed a "JakHet". She will ask to wear it at random times during the day. She is especially emphatic about putting it on as soon as she gets out of the tubby, before we can dry her off even. She will just waltz around the house with her hands in the pockets and her hoody up thinking she is hot stuff.

Said relative was extra smart and bought it in a large size so that way she can wear it until it gets threadbare. It's so soft and comfy, I only wish I had one in adult size!

First attempt a bust!

Bianca is pretty active. She is always bouncing, kicking, squirming and flailing about. I think she is always doing that to work out her gassiness or just because she likes it. It was about this age with Olivia that we first started to introduce the rice cereal, so we thought we would give it a go with Konks. She is so much more active than Olivia ever was, so I thought that getting her started on foods would help fuel all that active energy.
Olivia is just like her Momma, she LOVES her food. Right from day one I couldn't feed her food fast enough. Bianca's first food foray did not work that good. She kept spitting it out and giving me this look like "are you kidding me?". I kept giving her a little more, knowing that it is a big change than what she is used to, but that resulted in her gaging and then at the next spoonful she burst into tears. It was the really sad face, like I was torturing her. We are going to wait a couple more weeks and then try again. But if this experience is any indicator, Konks might not be as crazy about food as Olivia.

I Felt like...

...I needed a little more pizazz on this thing. I think I will keep it like this until the flashy vibrant colors start giving me a headache when I am trying to put a post up.

Yesterday's Baby

This was yesterday's baby. A Tupperware soup container, with it's lid OF COURSE. In the swing being rocked by sweet, soft rain noises. I took this picture with the light off as to not make "Mommy" upset.

Olivia still occasionally signs the word please when she wants something (no we are not crazy smart teaching our kids how to sign everything. She knows ONE sign and it is please and even at that she doesn't do it in the RIGHT way, it's her own version of please).

She was asking please so she could take some pictures. We have pictures of every random thing in our house and also some half way decent pictures of Konks. Apparently me vacuuming is a picture worthy moment.

Unbeknownst to me she took like a kerbillion of me cleaning.

My memory card was full of me vacuuming and sweeping and tidying. Who knew I was this photogenic?!?

Konks, Konka, McKonky-Konk...

That thing Mommy is holding looks interesting. I wonder if I can get it into my mouth?

Will I ever have a picture of her without a raging river of drool coming out of her mouth?

Um excuse me Mom, do you have any idea how gosh-dang cute I am??

Pardon me whilst I sit here and spittle everywhere.

We are crazy about nicknames in our house. Like almost to a ridiculous degree. Like I might have a nickname problem. Olivia graciously dubbed our baby with her first every nickname (proof that it must run in our genes. I have passed on this nickname craziness to my daughter), and that nickname was Konka.

We of course can't stop with just one. No way. Bianca's nicknames include, and are not limited to the following:

Konka

BeKonka

Konks

Konk

McKonky-Konk

Stinker Bum (when it comes to gassiness, she takes her job SERIOUSLY)

Stinker Pie (she passes gas that much that she needs two nicknames around this function)

Konkie

Bekonk

We, of course, also combine these in varying degrees. So technically they become "let's lengthen you name as much as we most possibly can" names. Olivia's nickname is a lot more unique (or weird, whichever way you look at it). But that needs to be it's own post and I need to get my brood out the door for some serious Visiting Teaching!

Unexpected Plus

There were always things about Motherhood that were widely heralded by my friends as being exciting things to look forward too. Your baby smiling at you for the first time, seeing them rollover, the joy of walking around with a stroller and everything you think you could EVER need in one bag strapped to your arm. It was so exciting for me every time I would hit one of these
"Mommy Milestones". It was so much fun to be inducted into the mommy club, where talking about what nursing bra works the best is the hot topic of the day.
There have also been some unexpected surprises that I have discovered since becoming a Mommy. One of these "unexpected plus" times is the Mother's Lounge at church. No one ever told me what a magical place this is. Once you get over the stinky diaper smell (I actually move the diaper pail out into the general bathroom space every Sunday for this reason) it is a wonderfully intimate space. It's so relaxing and quiet and the perfect conditions to have visits with other lactating women, or the occasional non-lactating woman who needs a quick getaway from all the hussel and bussel. Big comfy chairs to rock your baby, and sometimes yourself, to sleep.
Since becoming a regular in the lounge I have experienced the following:
~Sharing a laugh with another Mommy
~Being able to vent about a particularly trying situation
~Having a heartfelt one on one with a sister I might not have otherwise had the opportunity to chat with
~Five minute catnap on the rare occasion I am in there by myself AND totally sleep deprived
~Finding out invaluable information on deals, sales and steals
~Finding out interesting "goings on" of other people at church (I know gossiping is bad per say, but I would be lying if I said it never happened!)
Sometimes with all the kids shenanigans at church it can be hard to have a quiet moment to get that spiritual uplift that I desperately needed to get me through another week. The Mother's lounge never fails to pull through for me when my mind is running a hundred miles an hour everywhere else.
I have to say that one of the things I was looking forward to after I had Bianca was an excuse to go in there more regularly again!

I had a fight with the toilet...

...and the toilet won.
I was scrubbing it out with the toilet brush and felt really inspired to get that brush "way down there" and REALLY get it clean. Well the brush got stuck. Like ridiculously stuck. Like there was no way that the toilet was every going to let that brush go. At first I was all like "there is no way this is happening to me. It can't be for REAL stuck. Maybe I'm not pulling on it right."
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That stage quickly changed into panic. We only have one toilet in our house. With this predicament there was now no useable toilet in our house. Because my brain runs wonky and I am a freak I all of a sudden had the overwhelming urge that I had to.... USE the toilet. Like I mean REALLY USE THAT TOILET. Now I am sweating because I am afraid that I will have a "run outside and use mother nature" situation.
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I became determined. I hunkered down and pulled on that brush with every strength of fiber I had in my being. I don't consider myself high class by any means of the imagination, but I was NOT going to lower myself to pop-a-squat in my own yard. With one last tug the brush was released resulting in myself flying across the room, landing hard on my butt (did I mention our floors are CONCRETE?) with a shower of toilet water mixed with comet and clorox.
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I was now sweating and covered in the toilet water/comet/clorox combination with our date night only an hour away. I did get myself ready to go on time and there is nothing like a fabulous date night with your husband to calm yourself down after a war with your toilet. I will be more cautious the next time that I scrub my toilet out now!