Lex is a movie watcher. She's also a big time book reader. I happen to have quite the collection of Disney movies and books-- the majority of which were purchased before I was even married. This girl LOVES her Disney movies and books. In the past month, she's become enamored with all the Disney princesses. Seriously-- she loves them all. Since she's just working on learning new words, her cute little voice and the way she pronounces their names just kills me. I wanted to document now how she says their names before she gets big enough to say them correctly!
Cinderella: Ella
Aurora: Awo-wah
Pocahontas: Cona {I have no idea how this one came about... weird}
Belle: Bawl
Rapunzel: Apeenah
Jasmine: Shashee
Tiana: Ana
Ariel: Aya
Eric (because she loves the boys as much or more than the girls): Ucka {another weird pronunciation, I know!}
Snow White: Gool {meaning "girl." For some reason, she hasn't ever said her actual name}
That's all I can think of at the moment. I love my little girl SO much, and she's seriously in the most fun stage right now. I love hearing her tiny voice ask for "Hep!" {help} when she needs something, or tell me she got "Huwt" when she bonks her head or something. She's adorable. I'm obsessed.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
36 Weeks.... My Wall
This has been an incredibly easy pregnancy. The easiest. I've felt great, I've been happy, it's been awesome.
Somehow, seemingly overnight, I'm suddenly ready to be done. I'm super uncomfortable. I'm ready to be skinny. I'm exhausted.
Then I think about actually having a second child and I panic a little. I adore my Lexsi, and most of the time we get along famously. But what about those days when she gives me a serious run for my money? What am I going to do if she's throwing fits and Mia is hungry and crying and I'm just one person? How do I take care of two little girls at once? And I do mean little. Less than 20 months apart is CLOSE. I must be crazy, right?
And yet, in the same moment, I'm already looking forward to having more kids. I'm out of control.
At the doctor yesterday, we discussed pros and cons of a C-Section versus a VBAC. I found out the chances of me actually having a successful VBAC are only 30%. And that would be if I went into labor by my due date and Mia was little. BUT... that's not likely. She's suddenly estimated to be a whole POUND bigger than she was just a week ago (she's up to a little over 6 pounds now), and I'm still not dilated. So by the time I actually ever went into labor on my own (which, somehow, I can't imagine happening earlier than like 41 weeks?) she'd be a fatty and wouldn't make it past my tailbone anyway. DJ and I decided it was just best to go with a C-Section again. It's good and bad. I'm glad I can just schedule it and be done {October 7th is likely the day-- I'll schedule it next Monday!}, and I'm glad I don't have to worry about labor. And pushing. And all that yuckiness. Just one little incision and I'm good to go. I suppose I can't really worry about the number of kids I'll be able to have, cause I have no idea. Some people can have 3 C-Sections, some can have 10. It's frustrating to me that my body gives me such issues. First, it took nearly 2 years for me to even get pregnant with Lex. Then I have to have C-Sections cause I have a big tail bone... what the? If I had just had a C-Section cause she was big or something, I could totally do a VBAC and have a 90% chance of success. But my weirdo tailbone throws a wrench in things. Oh well, what can you really do but put a smile on and be grateful for these little girls Heavenly Father is blessing me with?
And now. Let's talk about being fat for a minute. When I got pregnant with Mia, I was about 15 pounds heavier than I was when I got pregnant with Lexsi. I've gained less weight this time around, but I'm to the point where I weigh more than I ever have in my life. Scary. The thing is, I still totally fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans. I'm just barely getting to the point that I have to stop wearing non-maternity shirts cause my stomach is too big. I think a good amount of the weight is water weight-- in the past week I've noticed my feet and hands feel swollen. And look it, along with my face. So hopefully that just comes off quickly. I'm totally prepared with my workout regime for as soon as I can work out. Oh, working out after a C-Section... it's ridiculous how little you can do after your abdomen has been cut open. Haha!
Just for kicks, I decided to compare what I looked like with Lex and Mia at the same point:
Pretty much the same, I think. So the fact that I weigh more this time doesn't REALLY matter, I suppose-- I'll work and get skinny again regardless. No need to stress over a number, right?
All in all, life is good. I'm just grateful I have less than 3 weeks of this pregnancy left!
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Lessons From Ogden
This post has been a long time coming. I've been living in Ogden for a month and a half now, and I think I'm finally in a good enough place to write it. Had I written it 6 weeks ago... it wouldn't have been very nice.
Lesson #1: A rental is just a rental. No need to get worked up over it.
Originally, DJ and I were planning on buying a house this summer up here. However, we ended up deciding that renting for a year would be in our best interest so we could get to know the area better and decide where we wanted to live for sure. Over the course of the summer when we were in Lovell, I basically stalked the KSL home rental page for good houses. There were a few new houses for rent that I really loved, but then one day this one came up on the website. It's 1500 square feet, $300 cheaper than others we were looking at, and only 1 mile from the high school. It was pretty much a no-brainer for us-- we wanted this house. We prayed about it and it felt right, so we got under contract without ever having seen it in person.
The day we came up to get the keys and pay our first month's rent was not awesome. We had just driven back to Utah from Lovell the day before in separate cars, on the way to Ogden to get the keys we got rear-ended (by a cop!-- another story, another day), it was hot, I was a little freaked out cause we had driven through downtown Ogden and it seemed SOOOOOO ghetto (in my defense, I had just moved from Lovell, so... it's way different), and things were just not going super well. Also remember, I had just sold my brand new house which I got to have finished exactly how I wanted. I'm used to really nice stuff. When we walked in the house I nearly died-- the carpets had just been cleaned that morning, so it smelled weird and was super muggy. Everything just seemed so dirty and dingy. After walking through the whole house, I melted down. I did NOT want to live here. I was panicked because I had already paid my deposit and first month's rent and signed a contract. Also we had already rented the moving truck to get everything loaded later that day. I knew I was stuck. We headed back to my parents' house in Provo and I felt completely defeated.
The next morning I got up early and made the trip to the new house by myself so I could get it cleaned up. I bleached every surface in the house except the carpet. I opened all the windows (which, by the way, don't have screens-- super classy) to air it out. By the time DJ, my dad and brother got here with the moving truck I was feeling slightly better about my life. The head football coach from BLHS came with a bunch of the football players to help us unload the moving truck. It was a tad overwhelming to see all my stuff piled around in boxes in a space that was significantly smaller than my last house. Over the next week I worked on getting order in my life, and I calmed down a little about the fact that I was living here.
Now-- 6 weeks later-- my attitude is better. I still don't love the house. It's old. It's a granny house. I would NEVER buy it or anything like it. BUT-- it's a rental. I only have 10 more months in it. And because the rent is so cheap, I can save extra money for the down payment on my next house. It's worth it to me to live in something old for a year so I can afford a brand new house that I really love next summer.
Lesson #2: Different doesn't mean worse
The demographic here is very different than anything I've lived in before. Lets be honest... I lived in Utah County for 13 years before moving up here. I've become sheltered. After living here for about a week, I took Lex up to a splash pad and when I looked around I realized I was the only white mom there, and the only one without tattoos. I didn't feel uncomfortable about this. The other moms were nice and I talked to some of them and it wasn't a big deal-- just different. I used to take Lex to the splash pad in Springville all the time and it was crowded with white Mormon moms. That's cool too. It's just different.
I had to go to the post office to fill out a change of address form and the lady in front of me in line was homeless, and was also doing a change of address form. I had no idea that was even something you would do if you were homeless-- I guess your mail can be sent to a shelter? It makes sense that people on government assistance need somewhere to have their stuff sent to. I just never ever considered it before.
When I see someone with a baby who looks like they're still a teenager, I have to remind myself-- they probably are. Unfortunately, it happens around here way too much. I took Lex to lots of football practices during the summer and there were often girls there with their little babies and they were there to watch their boyfriends practice. It's sad and obviously it's not a good situation or something I agree with or condone, but it doesn't mean these are bad people. There are so many people here who just need a good support system.
Going to football games up here, I hear WAY more bad language than I ever did at Spanish Fork. The interesting thing is, though-- it's just as much from the parents as the kids. It's just a very different community here than the one I came from. There are a lot of good people around, they just don't have the same background that I do, and that's okay.
Lesson #3: Your ward is your family
Let's be serious... ever since I got married, I've lived close to family. I didn't have to rely on ward members to be my support system because I had parents and siblings living close to me. I never really made an effort to make friends, cause I just hung out with DJ's siblings. Moving up here changed that. I honestly haven't been very outgoing since I met DJ, cause I didn't feel the need to be. Now I do. And it is HARD to get back into the bubbly, outgoing phase when you've been out of it for 4 years. Seriously-- when I needed to be outgoing in wards before I was married, I just flirted a lot. It totally worked. Things are slightly different now... haha! But I've been blessed to meet some other young moms in my ward and spend some time with them. Everyone is really nice, it's just hard to get to know people when you only see them for a few minutes on Sundays. That's why I have to make an effort to do things during the week with them as well.
Lesson #4: Expect the unexpected
Last winter when DJ was coaching basketball at SF, his team made it to the state playoffs. I took Lex and went up to watch the games at Weber State. I watched them play one game against Ben Lomond High School and thought, "Who the heck are they? I've lived in Utah for 13 years and have never even heard of that school!" Now, 6 months later, DJ is the JV Football Offensive Coordinator and Head Girl's Basketball Coach for the Ben Lomond Scots. I never would have seen that coming. I go to football games and listen to a bagpipe band {which is WAY better than the SF band, for the record}. My husband wore a kilt for football team pictures. I was a little shocked when I saw that, honestly. I go to Ben Lomond High School every day to take DJ lunch and eat with him. Life just changes in ways you don't expect, and you might as well get used to it!!!
Lesson #5: You might as well be happy
This phrase started as a joke in my family-- when we moved to Utah, our Young Women leader gave Meggin a slip of paper that said "You might as well be happy," on it, and we thought it was the stupidest thing. We started saying it to be bratty about stuff, cause it was all just a big joke to us. The older I've gotten though, the more it's become a real thing to me. Happiness is a choice. I can choose to be miserable in my granny house with no family living by me and new situations all around me, or I can choose to be happy. I choose to be happy. There is so much good in my life, I'm not going to waste time being negative. I'm going to focus on the positive, look forward to good things in my future, and enjoy the time I have now with my little family. Life is pretty simple right now, and I'm going to just relax and enjoy it!
Lesson #1: A rental is just a rental. No need to get worked up over it.
Originally, DJ and I were planning on buying a house this summer up here. However, we ended up deciding that renting for a year would be in our best interest so we could get to know the area better and decide where we wanted to live for sure. Over the course of the summer when we were in Lovell, I basically stalked the KSL home rental page for good houses. There were a few new houses for rent that I really loved, but then one day this one came up on the website. It's 1500 square feet, $300 cheaper than others we were looking at, and only 1 mile from the high school. It was pretty much a no-brainer for us-- we wanted this house. We prayed about it and it felt right, so we got under contract without ever having seen it in person.
The day we came up to get the keys and pay our first month's rent was not awesome. We had just driven back to Utah from Lovell the day before in separate cars, on the way to Ogden to get the keys we got rear-ended (by a cop!-- another story, another day), it was hot, I was a little freaked out cause we had driven through downtown Ogden and it seemed SOOOOOO ghetto (in my defense, I had just moved from Lovell, so... it's way different), and things were just not going super well. Also remember, I had just sold my brand new house which I got to have finished exactly how I wanted. I'm used to really nice stuff. When we walked in the house I nearly died-- the carpets had just been cleaned that morning, so it smelled weird and was super muggy. Everything just seemed so dirty and dingy. After walking through the whole house, I melted down. I did NOT want to live here. I was panicked because I had already paid my deposit and first month's rent and signed a contract. Also we had already rented the moving truck to get everything loaded later that day. I knew I was stuck. We headed back to my parents' house in Provo and I felt completely defeated.
The next morning I got up early and made the trip to the new house by myself so I could get it cleaned up. I bleached every surface in the house except the carpet. I opened all the windows (which, by the way, don't have screens-- super classy) to air it out. By the time DJ, my dad and brother got here with the moving truck I was feeling slightly better about my life. The head football coach from BLHS came with a bunch of the football players to help us unload the moving truck. It was a tad overwhelming to see all my stuff piled around in boxes in a space that was significantly smaller than my last house. Over the next week I worked on getting order in my life, and I calmed down a little about the fact that I was living here.
Now-- 6 weeks later-- my attitude is better. I still don't love the house. It's old. It's a granny house. I would NEVER buy it or anything like it. BUT-- it's a rental. I only have 10 more months in it. And because the rent is so cheap, I can save extra money for the down payment on my next house. It's worth it to me to live in something old for a year so I can afford a brand new house that I really love next summer.
Lesson #2: Different doesn't mean worse
The demographic here is very different than anything I've lived in before. Lets be honest... I lived in Utah County for 13 years before moving up here. I've become sheltered. After living here for about a week, I took Lex up to a splash pad and when I looked around I realized I was the only white mom there, and the only one without tattoos. I didn't feel uncomfortable about this. The other moms were nice and I talked to some of them and it wasn't a big deal-- just different. I used to take Lex to the splash pad in Springville all the time and it was crowded with white Mormon moms. That's cool too. It's just different.
I had to go to the post office to fill out a change of address form and the lady in front of me in line was homeless, and was also doing a change of address form. I had no idea that was even something you would do if you were homeless-- I guess your mail can be sent to a shelter? It makes sense that people on government assistance need somewhere to have their stuff sent to. I just never ever considered it before.
When I see someone with a baby who looks like they're still a teenager, I have to remind myself-- they probably are. Unfortunately, it happens around here way too much. I took Lex to lots of football practices during the summer and there were often girls there with their little babies and they were there to watch their boyfriends practice. It's sad and obviously it's not a good situation or something I agree with or condone, but it doesn't mean these are bad people. There are so many people here who just need a good support system.
Going to football games up here, I hear WAY more bad language than I ever did at Spanish Fork. The interesting thing is, though-- it's just as much from the parents as the kids. It's just a very different community here than the one I came from. There are a lot of good people around, they just don't have the same background that I do, and that's okay.
Lesson #3: Your ward is your family
Let's be serious... ever since I got married, I've lived close to family. I didn't have to rely on ward members to be my support system because I had parents and siblings living close to me. I never really made an effort to make friends, cause I just hung out with DJ's siblings. Moving up here changed that. I honestly haven't been very outgoing since I met DJ, cause I didn't feel the need to be. Now I do. And it is HARD to get back into the bubbly, outgoing phase when you've been out of it for 4 years. Seriously-- when I needed to be outgoing in wards before I was married, I just flirted a lot. It totally worked. Things are slightly different now... haha! But I've been blessed to meet some other young moms in my ward and spend some time with them. Everyone is really nice, it's just hard to get to know people when you only see them for a few minutes on Sundays. That's why I have to make an effort to do things during the week with them as well.
Lesson #4: Expect the unexpected
Last winter when DJ was coaching basketball at SF, his team made it to the state playoffs. I took Lex and went up to watch the games at Weber State. I watched them play one game against Ben Lomond High School and thought, "Who the heck are they? I've lived in Utah for 13 years and have never even heard of that school!" Now, 6 months later, DJ is the JV Football Offensive Coordinator and Head Girl's Basketball Coach for the Ben Lomond Scots. I never would have seen that coming. I go to football games and listen to a bagpipe band {which is WAY better than the SF band, for the record}. My husband wore a kilt for football team pictures. I was a little shocked when I saw that, honestly. I go to Ben Lomond High School every day to take DJ lunch and eat with him. Life just changes in ways you don't expect, and you might as well get used to it!!!
Lesson #5: You might as well be happy
This phrase started as a joke in my family-- when we moved to Utah, our Young Women leader gave Meggin a slip of paper that said "You might as well be happy," on it, and we thought it was the stupidest thing. We started saying it to be bratty about stuff, cause it was all just a big joke to us. The older I've gotten though, the more it's become a real thing to me. Happiness is a choice. I can choose to be miserable in my granny house with no family living by me and new situations all around me, or I can choose to be happy. I choose to be happy. There is so much good in my life, I'm not going to waste time being negative. I'm going to focus on the positive, look forward to good things in my future, and enjoy the time I have now with my little family. Life is pretty simple right now, and I'm going to just relax and enjoy it!
Week 35
Since I've hardly written on my blog about ANYTHING, let alone this pregnancy, I guess I should do updates now that I'm so close to having this little girl. I was 35 weeks on Monday, and had my doctor appointment. He checked, and I'm not dilated AT ALL. Can you believe it? I've had contractions every day for weeks now. I honestly don't think I'd ever ever go into labor without drugs. Crazy.
So even though this is my second baby, I think I'm feeling more anxiety about delivery than I was last time. I think it's cause I just expected to have a C-section and now I might not be and I just hate not knowing what to expect. My plan is just to see how big Mia gets and then decide. I figured I'd probably still have a C-section, cause she'd get too big. However, at the last appointment, she'd only gained 4 ounces in the course of 2 weeks. If she stayed growing at that pace, she'd only be about 6 pounds by the time I'm ready to deliver, and then I could try a VBAC. I just hate the idea of getting induced, going through labor again, pushing and THEN finding out she'll have to come via C-section. I already did that once, and it's exhausting... I've just been doing lots of praying about how to make the decision, and I'll discuss pros and cons with my doctor and DJ next Monday when we go in again. I just hate that I even have to decide...
Anyway, that's where I'm at. Here's my weekly ultrasound pic:
That little fist up by her face kills me. I can't wait to snuggle her little self!!!
So even though this is my second baby, I think I'm feeling more anxiety about delivery than I was last time. I think it's cause I just expected to have a C-section and now I might not be and I just hate not knowing what to expect. My plan is just to see how big Mia gets and then decide. I figured I'd probably still have a C-section, cause she'd get too big. However, at the last appointment, she'd only gained 4 ounces in the course of 2 weeks. If she stayed growing at that pace, she'd only be about 6 pounds by the time I'm ready to deliver, and then I could try a VBAC. I just hate the idea of getting induced, going through labor again, pushing and THEN finding out she'll have to come via C-section. I already did that once, and it's exhausting... I've just been doing lots of praying about how to make the decision, and I'll discuss pros and cons with my doctor and DJ next Monday when we go in again. I just hate that I even have to decide...
Anyway, that's where I'm at. Here's my weekly ultrasound pic:
That little fist up by her face kills me. I can't wait to snuggle her little self!!!
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Sacrament Meeting Score
Sundays are tough. Our ward meets from 11am-2pm, and Sacrament meeting is last. Unfortunately, this means Sacrament meeting starts right when Lex would usually be going down for a nap. This past Sunday I decided to try bringing Lexsi's kitty pillow for her to use during Sacrament to see if she'd just relax and not throw fits. It totally worked! She sat and snuggled on DJ's lap with her kitty for the majority of the meeting. So awesome. So our Bishop was giving a great talk about spiritual apathy, and was comparing it to a scale where on one side is spiritual exaltation and the other is spiritual damnation, with apathy right in the middle. He put his hands up like this to demonstrate:
{ignore my pj's, lack of makeup, etc. please}
I glanced over at Lexsi, who was half asleep on DJ's lap. She had her hands up too, and at first I thought it was so cute how she was copying the Bishop. Then, in her mostly asleep, tired little voice, she started saying, "Touchdown! Touchdown!"
Good to know she's been taught well.
Monday, August 26, 2013
Pregs Update
So, today I went to my first pregnancy doctor appointment in Ogden. I have to say-- my new doctor? Totally as cool as my old one. As in, if he wasn't my OB, I could totally be friends with him. He's funny and straightforward and I like him so much already.
And now.
You know how you always have a plan for your life and then it never really works out that way? We were talking about Lexsi's delivery, and why I ended up with a c-section (fatty tailbone, remember?), and he mentioned that if this baby was smaller I might be able to deliver vaginally. I said I really didn't mind having a c-section, and he asked how many kids I wanted. He told me the number he could guarantee me was 3. My other doctor said probably 4, so I didn't think to much of it... but 3? That means I could only be pregnant one more time. Only one more baby after Mia. I don't think I'm okay with that! I've always said I want 6 kids. I love my little family, and I'm a little anxious about adding another little girl in 6 weeks and the madness that will ensue, but that doesn't change the fact that I want a lot of kids eventually. The idea of only 3 kids is hard for me to swallow. So at this point, we're going to keep an eye on how big Mia is getting (right now she's about 5 pounds), and if she's smaller than 7 pounds by 39 weeks I'll get induced and try round 2 of a vaginal delivery. I'm really really hoping it works. I've been complaining lately about Braxton Hicks, and how stupid it is to even have contractions when I know I'm having a c-section. Now I'm grateful for any contractions, hoping it speeds the process along and actually helps me dilate and go into labor early. The hospital won't let me be induced before 39 weeks, but if I go into labor on my own before then that's fine. I'm skinnier this time than I was with Lex, and Lex was born 5 days late, so I'm hoping that being induced a week before my due date will be early enough that Mia will be small and come the way we want her to! So here's to hoping it happens. I really REALLY want more than 3 babies!!!
Here's an updated preggo pic:
Okay, semi-updated. That was 3 weeks ago.
And a cool thing about this doctor office: You get a 3D ultrasound every time you go. Here's the one from today, it's not great...
And now.
You know how you always have a plan for your life and then it never really works out that way? We were talking about Lexsi's delivery, and why I ended up with a c-section (fatty tailbone, remember?), and he mentioned that if this baby was smaller I might be able to deliver vaginally. I said I really didn't mind having a c-section, and he asked how many kids I wanted. He told me the number he could guarantee me was 3. My other doctor said probably 4, so I didn't think to much of it... but 3? That means I could only be pregnant one more time. Only one more baby after Mia. I don't think I'm okay with that! I've always said I want 6 kids. I love my little family, and I'm a little anxious about adding another little girl in 6 weeks and the madness that will ensue, but that doesn't change the fact that I want a lot of kids eventually. The idea of only 3 kids is hard for me to swallow. So at this point, we're going to keep an eye on how big Mia is getting (right now she's about 5 pounds), and if she's smaller than 7 pounds by 39 weeks I'll get induced and try round 2 of a vaginal delivery. I'm really really hoping it works. I've been complaining lately about Braxton Hicks, and how stupid it is to even have contractions when I know I'm having a c-section. Now I'm grateful for any contractions, hoping it speeds the process along and actually helps me dilate and go into labor early. The hospital won't let me be induced before 39 weeks, but if I go into labor on my own before then that's fine. I'm skinnier this time than I was with Lex, and Lex was born 5 days late, so I'm hoping that being induced a week before my due date will be early enough that Mia will be small and come the way we want her to! So here's to hoping it happens. I really REALLY want more than 3 babies!!!
Here's an updated preggo pic:
Okay, semi-updated. That was 3 weeks ago.
And a cool thing about this doctor office: You get a 3D ultrasound every time you go. Here's the one from today, it's not great...
The top one is the 3D one--- it's her little profile :)
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
18 Months
There are lots of things I need to catch up on... mainly about moving to Ogden and how different my life suddenly is. But for now, I need to talk about my Lex.
All of a sudden, my baby is a toddler. 18 months is TOO OLD, I tell ya! She is an absolute blast though. I love love love this phase! Some of Lexsi's faves:
- As always, she's obsessed with reading. She goes to her toy room, grabs books, and hauls them over to Mia's baby car seat and sits in it to read. She thinks it's the coziest!
- Movies. The girl is a certainly a Savage. If I let her, she'd watch movie after movie all day long. {I DON'T let her.} She's particularly fond of The Aristocats and Toy Story 3. She loves Buzz and Woody! There's also a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse episode online right now about Pluto's bubble bath and she looooves it.
- Emptying the lazy susan. She's doing it as I type this. Cause apparently spices and pudding and all the baking supplies are just too awesome to stay away from.
- Being outside. It's been SO HOT, so I've been avoiding being outside, but when we do go out it's so good for her. She's happy as can be if she can just find a patch of dirt and play in it.
- Her favorite foods are spaghetti, pizza, plain noodles, cheese, toast with peanut butter, bananas, and eggs. She's actually a pretty good eater.
- She's loving all the Disney Princesses right now. She calls Tiana "Ana," Belle "Bawl," and Cinderella "Ella." Other than that, she picks one up or points to one in a story and exclaims, "It's a gool!" (I love how she says "girl." SO cute!)
- Her language skills are really taking off. She's doing very well, especially considering she's learning two languages. Every liquid is "Agua," and she uses a few other Spanish words too, like "Amo," "Gracias," and "Mas" and lately she's been asking DJ, "O-sta Mama?" {Donde esta Mama?} In English she says a lot more things, like "Cheese," "Mama," "Baby," "So cool!" "Awesome!" "Puppy," "Minnie Mouse," "Car," "Store," "Downstairs," "Outside," "All done," etc. She says so much more stuff than that, but it'll take far too long to record it all. Just trust me, it's adorable.
- She loves to wear shoes. Her favorites are a pair of little pink jelly shoes. She loves the clicky sound they make on the tile in our house when she walks.
- She's sleeping in a toddler bed, and doing really well with it. I was really concerned that she wouldn't stay in it, but she totally does. The first night we had her in it (when we first moved to Ogden), she fell through the slats in the head board-- it's just one of those white metal toddler beds that everyone has. So that was a little funny, but other than that I think she's only fallen out one time. We put her body pillow on the side of her bed not by the wall, which creates a good barrier for her since she's a crazy sleeper. When she wakes up in the morning she likes to stand on her bed and look out the window, or she'll get out and read the books I put in her room. When she's ready to come out of her room, she knocks on the door. It's pretty awesome.
- She's been going to sleep SO easily and it's amazing. When we were in Lovell she was struggling big time, and I was struggling big time. She was sleeping in the same room as us, which was no good. She didn't want to go to sleep at night-- it was taking me nearly an hour every night to get her down. And if she woke up in the night she took forEVER to go back to sleep cause we were in the room too. Now, I take her up to her room, let her drink a bottle if she wants (which is only about half the time), then hand her a binky and her kitty pillow and sing her one song and leave. She puts herself to sleep just beautifully. There are times, of course, where she gets up and plays, but it's rare. For 18 months, she's doing really well. She doesn't cry when I put her to bed, and that's the best part! Thank heavens for her silly kitty pillow too. The thing is magical.
And now for some pictures of my girl!
One last thing-- I took Lex to PCMC last week for a checkup on her hips, and everything is great! Her specialist says he thinks she'll have normal hips the rest of her life, and wants to see her again in 2 years to just check up on her. I am so so grateful her hip dysplasia was caught so early, and the process of correcting it was relatively easy. Having her in that harness for 2 months when she was tiny was really no big deal, especially given what COULD have happened. I'm so grateful!
All of a sudden, my baby is a toddler. 18 months is TOO OLD, I tell ya! She is an absolute blast though. I love love love this phase! Some of Lexsi's faves:
- As always, she's obsessed with reading. She goes to her toy room, grabs books, and hauls them over to Mia's baby car seat and sits in it to read. She thinks it's the coziest!
- Movies. The girl is a certainly a Savage. If I let her, she'd watch movie after movie all day long. {I DON'T let her.} She's particularly fond of The Aristocats and Toy Story 3. She loves Buzz and Woody! There's also a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse episode online right now about Pluto's bubble bath and she looooves it.
- Emptying the lazy susan. She's doing it as I type this. Cause apparently spices and pudding and all the baking supplies are just too awesome to stay away from.
- Being outside. It's been SO HOT, so I've been avoiding being outside, but when we do go out it's so good for her. She's happy as can be if she can just find a patch of dirt and play in it.
- Her favorite foods are spaghetti, pizza, plain noodles, cheese, toast with peanut butter, bananas, and eggs. She's actually a pretty good eater.
- She's loving all the Disney Princesses right now. She calls Tiana "Ana," Belle "Bawl," and Cinderella "Ella." Other than that, she picks one up or points to one in a story and exclaims, "It's a gool!" (I love how she says "girl." SO cute!)
- Her language skills are really taking off. She's doing very well, especially considering she's learning two languages. Every liquid is "Agua," and she uses a few other Spanish words too, like "Amo," "Gracias," and "Mas" and lately she's been asking DJ, "O-sta Mama?" {Donde esta Mama?} In English she says a lot more things, like "Cheese," "Mama," "Baby," "So cool!" "Awesome!" "Puppy," "Minnie Mouse," "Car," "Store," "Downstairs," "Outside," "All done," etc. She says so much more stuff than that, but it'll take far too long to record it all. Just trust me, it's adorable.
- She loves to wear shoes. Her favorites are a pair of little pink jelly shoes. She loves the clicky sound they make on the tile in our house when she walks.
- She's sleeping in a toddler bed, and doing really well with it. I was really concerned that she wouldn't stay in it, but she totally does. The first night we had her in it (when we first moved to Ogden), she fell through the slats in the head board-- it's just one of those white metal toddler beds that everyone has. So that was a little funny, but other than that I think she's only fallen out one time. We put her body pillow on the side of her bed not by the wall, which creates a good barrier for her since she's a crazy sleeper. When she wakes up in the morning she likes to stand on her bed and look out the window, or she'll get out and read the books I put in her room. When she's ready to come out of her room, she knocks on the door. It's pretty awesome.
- She's been going to sleep SO easily and it's amazing. When we were in Lovell she was struggling big time, and I was struggling big time. She was sleeping in the same room as us, which was no good. She didn't want to go to sleep at night-- it was taking me nearly an hour every night to get her down. And if she woke up in the night she took forEVER to go back to sleep cause we were in the room too. Now, I take her up to her room, let her drink a bottle if she wants (which is only about half the time), then hand her a binky and her kitty pillow and sing her one song and leave. She puts herself to sleep just beautifully. There are times, of course, where she gets up and plays, but it's rare. For 18 months, she's doing really well. She doesn't cry when I put her to bed, and that's the best part! Thank heavens for her silly kitty pillow too. The thing is magical.
And now for some pictures of my girl!
Snuggling with me-- I seriously love that she's snuggly again!
Playing with Dad.
First day of Nursery at church-- I ended up having to stay with her the whole 2 hours cause she was melting down big time, but she'll figure it out.
Playing in the dirt at Bear Lake-- she was in heaven!
I took her to Temple Square and this was her reaction to the Christus statue-- so precious!
Going down the slide at the park.
Hanging out in Mia's car seat.
Swinging at the park.
Hauling a baby around-- she does this everywhere we go. I love it.
Playing with her puppy. Pretty sure she's feeding her dirt in this picture. Cosmo is so obliging.
In the pink jelly shoes-- they're a staple in her life.
Watching a Braves game with Great Grandpa Savage while we were in Lovell. I love how their arms are even in the same position.
One last thing-- I took Lex to PCMC last week for a checkup on her hips, and everything is great! Her specialist says he thinks she'll have normal hips the rest of her life, and wants to see her again in 2 years to just check up on her. I am so so grateful her hip dysplasia was caught so early, and the process of correcting it was relatively easy. Having her in that harness for 2 months when she was tiny was really no big deal, especially given what COULD have happened. I'm so grateful!
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