Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Eight is Great!

I feel like I'm still drowning over here.  This post has been on my "list" for weeks and I'm just now getting to it.  I seriously don't know how people have more than two kids.  I can't seem to get anything done with two!  Poor Philippa, my mind is shot and I can't seem to remember the significant details of her eighth month of life.  I more fully understand now why my baby book is so empty.  I'm the youngest of six...there was no way my mom was going to get to that!

Pippa grew three more teeth this month.  I think?  At least they started coming in.  Three on the top, missing the right (Pippa's right) middle tooth.  She's gonna look mighty cute when they fully come in and there's a gap there!  Pippa enjoys open mouth kissing a lot of things.  Though, one would normally say she likes to put things in her mouth.  It just feels like open mouth kissing when she's sucking on your nose.  Eh, Nupur?

We've been into Photobooth over here.  Ro is usually the one that initiates but we're all happy to oblige.  I just want to point out to all those "Team Wyatt's" out there, that my son does actually look like me!  Just take a look at the above photos.  It especially surfaces when we make the same goofy faces.  

Pippa actually does look a lot like her dad.  More accurately, she looks a lot like the Wilson side.  And look at the strawberry blonde hair!!!  That's a Wilson trait - red hair.  Though, I believe she is the first descendant of Grandpa Goat (Beasley) that has any hint of red hair.  Well, and Wyatt with his red beard.  I really really hope it stays.  It is so pretty!

We decided to journey to Mercer Island to watch the Blue Angels practice for Sea Fair.   It was the perfect day for spectating!  Though, Ro and Pippa...and eventually Wyatt didn't share my enthusiasm and we left early.  I still get to see my commercial planes everyday.  They can't take that away from me...yet.  

What is going on here?!!!  The pictures I find on Wyatt's camera...

I ran a marathon.  It was the "Marathon For One."  Solely designed and raced by yours truly.  I was training all summer to run a race in Bend, Oregon.  But a few family changes came up and I decided that it would be best to stay closer to home.  Except there was no race closer to home on the weekend I'd planned to run.  So my sweet, sweet husband took on the responsibility to create a 26.2-mile route I could run by my lonesome.  I am not exaggerating about the "sweet" part.  I was seriously feeling overwhelmed by the task and was soooooo relieved when he did the job.  Without me asking, even!  

The route followed the Snoqualmie Valley Trail from Rattlesnake Lake to just south of Duvall.  And I had the best spectators along the way!  Wyatt, Ro, Pippa and my dear MIL, Katharine.  Spectating a marathon is not fun, so I really appreciate their willingness to endure the race with me.  And ensure that I was well hydrated and all my needs were met.  Wyatt rode his bike along side me a few times.  And once he even sprinted from behind to give me a full water bottle!  

My final time was 4:05:20.  Not too shabby.  I was hoping closer to an exact four-hours.  Though, I have a few disclaimers.  One, I actually ran a half-mile further than the 26.2-mile marathon distance.  Which I'm estimating added an extra five-minutes to my time.  And two, I had to make two pit stops in the beginning.  One of the pit stops was a significant deviation off the trail, deep into the woods.  I'm estimating that was at least another seven-minutes.  But alas, you can't stop the clock in a race.  So no matter my "excuses" my time is what it is.  Truly, I'm just proud that I ran the distance!  I ran my third marathon nine-months postpartum after Roosevelt was born.  I ran this race seven-months postpartum after Philippa's birth.  Not too shabby.  

Even though Pippa is more "Wilson" she still inherited my fat bottom lip.  Lucky for her she's got a beautiful big mouth!  So it's fitting on her face.  Compared to my fat bottom lip on my small mouth.  Pippa also inherited my double crown cowlick.  It's very cute with her current short locks since it gives her a bit of a mohawk.  If her hair is anything like mine, it'll create two bumps in the back of her head once her hair is longer.  But maybe not.

Wyatt's been having fun too...despite selling his FOURTH motorcycle a couple of months ago.  In spite of owning only three motorcycles, he still gets out for a ride fairly regularly.  Ro has followed suit and is a big fan of the sport too.  Though Ro's exposure is limited to repeat circles around our driveway.  As a passenger.  

I've been letting Ro dress himself lately.  He does a good job for the most part.  It cracks me up when he chooses to wear his rain boots with shorts.  One time he wanted to wear his Easter socks with the boots.  O-kay!

Pippa walks!  With the aid of her new walker.  She lava loves her walker!  And she's quite good at maneuvering it around our house.   I am seriously impressed at how fast she can walk in it and how well she can turn around and turn at corners.  I don't think I could do the same if I had a giant bubble around me.  And our little girl is an "In-de-pen-dent Wo-man!" (queue Destiny's Child).  She has zero reservations about exploring all by her lonesome.  Sometimes we'll all be in one room, i.e. the kitchen, and Pippa will just take-off for the family room by herself.  

Ro looooooves Pippa's walker too.  He likes to "run and slide" in it.  And sometimes he'll pick it up around his hips, like he's holding up a dress, and walk around the house.  It's a pretty ridiculous sight.  Big boy in a little walker.  He also loves playing with Pippa while she's in the walker.  He'll push and pull her around.  And Pippa almost always loves it when he does.

Pippa is our eater.   Sometimes I call her my hungry hungry caterpillar.  She eats everything I give her.  Only a few times has she protested by not opening her mouth for a second bite.  Most of the time I have to cut her off otherwise she would keep going and going and going.  She truly likes to eat.  This makes me sooooo happy!  Ro does not like to eat and is VERY picky.  Sometimes Pippa will stare down the food another is eating - sometimes with her mouth open hoping for a bite.  And if she's in close range, she'll reach for it with her hand - inside our mouths if needs be!  

Enjoying the kiddie pool at Green Lake.  Perfect for a little boy!

I posted the whole series of these pictures because they crack me up.  A nice little window into the world of Roosevelt Wilson.  Totally oblivious while exploring his imagination.  And then Pippa, just gnawing away at whatever.  

I had a birthday in August.  Remember when I used to announce it weeks before?  I guess kids make you humble.  Or rather, help you to focus outwardly.  We were going to ride our bikes around Green Lake but a certain nearly-three-year-old lasted two whole minutes before he declared he was spent.  So we spent some time at the swim part and more time at the kiddie pool.  It was still a good day.  I just like to be outside for the festivities.  That was on Saturday the day before my birthday.

On my actual birthday, I was greeted with balloons and banners and presents!  Cookie sheets from Wyatt...AND from my friend Jen.  I kept both since I desperately needed new ones!  Pippa fell asleep in my arms at church - which never happens!  And our neighbors brought over a cake.  (They didn't know that I had already made my own coconut lime cake.)  It was a good day.

Sitting-up in the tub without the help of a bath chair.

Keeping cool in the heat with water balloons.  Yeah, we're model parents letting our baby chew on a balloon.  Luckily she never popped it.  She just loved playing with it.  

Ro hanging with his best buds, Mickey and Selam.  I offered to snap a picture of them in their finery, since they were going to a wedding.  Ro popped in the picture too.  He was dressed for church.

Pippa usually greets us with a smile when she wakes.  Super cute!

Just wanted to share the picture of this very REAL spider!  I wish I had something next to it so you could see how GIANT it is.  I'd say half-dollar.  And the scary part is, this isn't the first big one we've seen.  And the even scarier part is, this one got away!!!!!  So it is somewhere inside our house.  Wyatt left for Oregon that night, so I was left alone with two kids in a house with a giant spider.  I was actually quite terrified.  Spiders normally don't bother me.  Normal spiders don't bother me.  This guy was not normal.  

I love watching Ro and Pippa play.  Pippa gets mauled quite a bit, so I think she'll grow up with a nice layer of thick skin.  She really doesn't seem to mind too much when Ro wrestles with her or pokes her or bumps her...or steals her toys (all the time).  Lots of times she laughs.  Good girl.  Now to work on teaching Ro how to share.  And how to be a little more gentle...for those times Pippa does mind.  

Our little family on our back deck with Mount Rainier peeking in the back.  These guys are my favorites!

Friday, August 12, 2016


Moving right along through Pippa's life... For anyone who is wondering if I still think two kids is hard, yes!!!  Things have slowly become easier as Pippa has acquired small amounts of independence.  But I'm still drowning.  Often I feel like we're just "surviving" over here.  Getting through one-day at a time, accomplishing nothing more than the basics: eating, sleeping, bathing, cleaning.  How do you "live?"  I haven't quite figured out how to add in the fun stuff like going to the library or even a park that isn't across the street.  It's not so much having two-kids, as it is having a baby dependent upon naps.  A baby that will only sleep (unless very very very desperate) in a bed.  And that's where the guilt comes in, again.  Feeling guilty that Ro is stuck at home "surviving" with me.  It is no wonder why he loves Wyatt so much.  Ro gets to do all the fun stuff with Wyatt because on Wyatt's days off, he isn't busy feeding, bathing, cleaning.  Oh, to be a dad!

Comparison between Ro and Pippa at six-months

Pippa had her picture professionally taken three-times this month.  I'm sure she was wondering why the heck we did it three times.  The first session went okay, except the gal didn't totally listen to my requests and the backdrop was not to my satisfaction.  (I was trying to duplicate the same seamless white background from Ro's six-month baby picture.)  So I took Pippa to a different location to have the pictures taken again (on my dime).  And after I complained about the first session, I was invited to return for a complimentary sitting.  So we did...  Funny how after three tries I still didn't get a picture that I think is perfect.  It's not Pippa, she's perfect.  I just had very specific expectations.  And as most of the world knows, taking pictures of a baby is really hard to do.

We stuck Ro in the picture with Pippa on the second photoshoot.  That kid is so stink'n shy!!!  He would not look at the lady, nor the camera.  He wouldn't even budge when I tried to adjust his pose.  Just a statue.  An emotionless statue.  Pippa wasn't much better.  She also wasn't in the mode for posing.  Except when the photographer stepped out to help another customer.  The two of them were having the time of their life!  Ro was dancing around laughing and making Pippa laugh!  And then as soon as the photographer returned, statues.   Funny kids.

Oh, and between photoshoot No.1 and No.3, Pippa grew a third tooth!  I'm amused.  It's like it is her way of calling me out to the world.  Notifying everyone that these pictures were not taken all at once.

I was surprised to see her third little tooth.  I was expecting her next tooth/teeth to come through on the top.  But no, she's a non-traditionalist.  Number three came in on the bottom.  And (!) it poked through on her first trip to the dentist (Wyatt).  Yeah, we made an official visit to see Wyatt since our current insurance plan required us to pay for dental insurance for the kids.  50 bucks a month.  So, Wyatt's office will bill the insurance and the insurance will pay Wyatt.  We'll still be in a deficit but at least we can salvage some money.  Her dental exam lasted two whole minutes, if that.  A peek inside, a quick brush, and a little fluoride.

We took a trip to Oregon at the beginning of the month to visit Wyatt's family.  Two of his sister's and their families were in town.  We enjoyed the Fourth with a few friends and at one point in the day, Ro got to spray a real fire hose!  He seemed to meet the task very seriously.  And there was a lot of excitement when we broke out the sparklers at night!

We drove to Rockaway Beach the day after to spend a few days there.  Ro displayed the upmost enthusiasm the entire trip!  Playing in the sand on the beach.  Playing with his cousins.  Eating corndogs at the local Pronto Pup (Rockaway claims they are the originators of the corndog...along with a few other US towns).  Eating ice cream at the Tillamook Cheese Factory.  And the highlight of the trip was the TRAIN!!!!  The tracks ran along behind our rental, so we'd run outside the four times it passed by each day.  Finally the day before our last, we got our turn on the train!  Ro was sooooooo excited!  He still talks about it to this day.  That's something I love about being a mom, experiencing the world through my children.  So, so fun!

Pippa was spoiled rotten with attention.  All the cousins loved her and wanted to hold her.  The aunties too.  Mya was Pippa's best friend because she'd feed her yummy things like peach cobbler and ice cream.  Of course, we had to see how she measured up to her cousin Cannon, who is three-months older.  Pippa is still a chunk.  I think they are tied.

Ro, Pippa, and I stayed behind in Oregon while Wyatt returned home to work.  Wa, wa, wa.  Oh, to be a dad.  Touché!  My dear friend was so kind to open her home to us.  She really was the hostess with the mostess!  Everyone felt totally comfortable taking over her home.  Even shy Ro didn't slow down.  He loved playing with her kids and jumping on their trampoline!  And Pippa wasn't short on attention either.  We also were able to catch-up with other friends and spend some time at my beloved, and deeply missed, Swim Park.

And then after our two-and-a-half weeks of traveling (between Colorado and Oregon) we returned home for the rest of the summer...sort of.  We did take a very fast trip down to Oregon at the end of the month.  The "Colorado Wilsons" happened to be visiting Grandy and Goombaw, so Ro got to spend some time with them.  Ro warmed-up to them all very quickly, especially the youngest, Moses (who is six(?)), they became very fast friends.  In spite of a whirlwind trip, it was worth the effort!  Ruthanna loved Pippa and was happy to accompany her at every opportunity.  

I decided to wait until the last possible moment to introduce solid foods to Pippa.  Well, to make it a part of our everyday routine.  I think Pippa was a little disappointed on that front.  Annoyed that her lazy mama didn't want to give her what she really wanted.  Truly, it seemed like she'd dive for our food at times.  Or stare it down with hungry eyes.  She's a good eater...at least for now.  I'm really hoping she remains our good eater.  We need it.  Ro is so stink'n picky it drives me crazy!!!  I guess it's what I deserve since I was, and still am to an extent, a picky eater.  (The kid would only eat bread/carbs if I left it up to him.  Oh, and meat and cheese.  ZERO fruits, veggies, or water.  So, really, he's just like his Nichols uncles...)  

I was hoping Pippa would sleep through the night with her new diet.  Nope.  She still wakes regularly around 3am.  I try to give her time to see if she'll go back to sleep.  Nope.  She's hungry.  I can literally hear her gulping down her milk.  I was surprised to learn at her six-month wellness check (at seven-months) that she's starting to slowly shrink.  Not in an alarming way, hardly.  Just that her growth curve is slowly going down instead of moving up or plateauing.  

And to be totally honest, it's not Pippa that is keeping me up at night.  It's Ro.  Ro who has developed the habit of migrating to our room at 2:30am every night.  Ro who has tantrums in his sleep, complete with flailing arms and legs.  Ro who sleeps horizontally.  It is not uncommon to be woken abruptly...and then remain awake for two-hours.  This is a regular occurrence in my night-life.  I am so tired.  I don't know how people with more than two-kids do this.  

We've been doing more bike-riding this summer.  It's all been in our driveway - thank goodness for a long private driveway!  Ro's really got the hang of riding his balance bike (no peddles) and loves to ride it now!  It's quite impressive to watch him ride, too.  I feel like it kinda happened over night that it clicked, and he's been going ever since.  Pippa has had her try at bicycling too.  She's been riding in the seat on mine and Wyatt's bike (in the driveway).  She appears to like it since she's always smiling when we do it.  It does get a little tricky when I'm riding my bike with Pippa and Ro is riding his bike...and then crashes.  I can't exactly "jump" off my bike to rescue him.  Instead I have to get off my bike, take Pippa out of her seat, then address Ro's injuries.  Otherwise, I'd have two hurt kiddos.  I should look into a center kick stand.  

Ro still loves the neighbor kids!  They love him too.  It has been a major blessing to live next door to them.  The whole family is really good to us.  It's been nice as Ro has gotten older that I can feel comfortable letting him play outside with them (only if the older 11yo is present) while I do whatever I need to do inside.  Always something boring like feed a baby or cook dinner or do the laundry.  Like I said, we're only "surviving" over here.  I don't know what I'm going to do when I don't have the neighbor kids to lean on anymore.  I guess I'll have to succumb to having the television raise my child.  

Wyatt and I celebrated our nine-year anniversary on June 30th.  Conveniently, the local ADA chapter hosted a night with the Mariners the same night.  So Wyatt reserved tickets for us, plus Ro.  I mean this with all sincerity, I was thrilled to go to the game!  I love baseball games.  It's one of my favorite summer activities...which I rarely get to do.  The game was in the evening, so we left Pippa at home with a sitter.  We enjoyed complimentary food and had pretty nice seats too.  Ro doesn't share my same sentiments about summer baseball games.  He announced he was ready to go at the top of the fourth inning.  Wyatt also doesn't share my sentiments...so being outnumbered, we left.  I was bummed.  Sure wish we learned about the playground at Safeco fields before the game!

And now, some random pictures...

Trying to keep Sunday "Sunday" by visiting the temple grounds.  Wyatt didn't share my enthusiasm, so we'll probably never attempt that Sunday activity again.  

Ro helping himself to the Dove soaps.  This reminds me so much of the story of my brother Jeremy, who, as the story goes, loved the smell of Dove soap and would open the boxes just to smell it.  I think Ro just likes to play with them, regardless of the smell.

Pippa wearing Uncle Harold's nightgown.  My mom and Grandma Huggins made it when my mom was expecting Harold.  They thought/guessed he would be a girl.  Nope.  So the nightgown went unworn for 47-years until Pippa inherited it.  Not sure why my mom didn't have my sister or I wear it.  The picture doesn't do the nightgown justice.  Upon closer look, you'd see the fine craftsmanship and detail.  Both my mom and grandmother are/were skillful seamstresses.  It's a treasured heirloom.  

My adventure to the city with the kids.  I met-up with a friend at a "park."  Which, literally, was a 15x15-foot slab of concrete with a tiny jungle gym and some other random new-age play ball structure.  It left more to be desired.  Poor Ro.  He finally gets out of the house only to discover disappointment.  Oh, and it was cool that day and I forgot his jacket!  Ro, who is usually sweating, was cold!  I am failing at every junction.  

We finally decided to do some bed rearranging at our house.  We moved Ro's toddler bed to Pippa's room and converted it back to a crib.  Then we moved the queen guest bed into Ro's room.  Yeah, Ro "sleeps" in a queen bed (see previous comments about his middle-of-the-night migration).  I thought Pippa would love her roomy new bed.  Nope.  I guess after seven-months she preferred her sardine can lifestyle.  She cried and cried and cried the first few nights.  Luckily we left her old bed in her room, so we let her sleep in there at bedtime.  I'd put her in her crib for nap time...and slowly over time she warmed-up to her new bed.  Apparently I'm not the only one that hates change.  So glad Pippa gets me (and me her).  

Everyone loves Dad!  As long as it is up to me to run a household and enforce rules, I will forever be in his shadow.  At least they have one fun parent...