Friday, March 15, 2013

Traveling with 2 Babies


Last weekend we began to prepare for our Spring Break trip. We first had to make a list of the items needed for Vivian:
  • diapers (50, we figured she uses about 5 a day we are gone for 8 days so we add the back ups)
  • wipes
  • formula
  • bottles  (just 2 we can wash)
  • nipples (hard to drink with out these)
  • solids
  • spoons
  • 12 outfits (we are only gone 8 days but she is a baby and needs back up)
  • sheet for the hotel pack and play
  • blankets
  • a couple of toys
  • coat
  • hat
  • socks
  • swim suit
Then we had to make the list for Lydia:
  • pull ups (30)
  • night time diapers (10)
  • blow up bed (this is new, we have one and are going to take it rather than trying to create a bed for her)
  • sheet and pillow case
  • 12 outfits (she is less likely to have an accident in her pants but you never know the weather)
  • blankets
  • sneakers
  • socks
  • toothbrush
  • hair items: bows, brush, detangler
  • snacks
  • sippy cups
  • fancy shoes
  • boots (mostly because she looks adorable in them)
  • swim suit
Lydia got her very one suitcase for the trip that sports Dora on it and she has her own list of items that must be packed as well. She has pack and repacked all week:
  • Dora
  • little Minnie
  • little people princesses
  • car
  • soccer ball
  • book
  • mickey
  • minnie
  • goofy
  • blocks
  • puzzle
  • high heels
  • tea set
  • corn (play food)
  • jalapeno
  • spoon
  • brush
I have taken the liberty of crossing off all the items that are not actually coming with us to Myrtle Beach. I might be missing a list...oh right, the list of my clothes. I'll do that later.

We have never been to Myrtle Beach but it is very well known as a prime family vacation location being the host to many beaches, piers, shopping and kid friendly activities. Parenting magazine rank it on the top 5 Best Beach vacations. Ironically, we have no interest in the beach. We are coming from the beach, really. And in my opinion, having travel to all 4 corners of the US, the Caribbean and several shorelines of Europe, the Gulf Coast of Florida has the best beaches, particularly St. Petersburg where the sand is white and clean; there are areas for sunbathers, beach bars, and family picnics if you choose Ft. DeSoto. Why are we going to Myrtle Beach is we have no interest in the beach?

List of things to do at Myrtle Beach:
  • relax
  • unplug
  • read books
  • play games
  • connect as a family
  • walk around without an agenda
  • have a nice meal or two
  • do absolutely nothing that must be done
  • Lay around
  • watch a sunrise
We will leave on Sunday mid morning, God willing, with two babies, two grandparents and two parents, all, with everything they need. All in need of a relaxing, resting vacation with nothing to do.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Decorating the Nursery

I had the great joy of having two little girls. When decorating their nurseries I completely embraced the pink and I am totally glad that I did. Now that I think about all the reasons that I didn't want pink, all I can remember was thinking it was too girly girl, princess-y or that it saluted Barbie. All of which, now doesn't seem so bad, because at the end of the day I am the parent who gets to teach. I get to have a say on how princess-y they behave and what type of role models they have, so now it doesn't seem like that big of a deal. It really just a color. Pink is fabulous.
When putting together Vivian's nursery we wanted to be sure to make it was a room that was hers, and even though we were going to reuse the furniture that we managed to make it special for her. I had seen on different occasions the alphabet wall and fell in love with it. Eliot and I had a good time coming up with ideas of what how to make the letters and I ran across a fantastic sale at the company store. All in all we spent less than $40 on the entire wall. We wanted to an extra special "V" for Vivian which came to us as a gift from my second mom down in Ft. Myers, it was the perfect addition. Some took real ingenuity, like the "Q" I wrapped in fun yarn I had lying around.




Another pinterest idea was the canvas collage of the book covers. We are children's book lovers (I collected some even before we had kids) and like everyone with hard covered books we had the sleeves that were usually in various stacks around the house. We picked out our favorites and made this extra large canvas. It was very easy to make once we decided which covers to put on there and how to cut them.


For some reason, I obsessed about the bedding with Lydia and as soon as we knew it was a girl, I put in the order for her bedding. Literally on the way home in car in between texting our family and friends, "It's a girl!" Hoping to be fair, we wanted to pick out something for Vivian that could also last and be pretty. So I order from Pottery Barn kids Daisy Garden Bedding, even though it is really nice and good quality, it just reminds me I need to learn how to use my sowing machine.

Above the changing table, we plan on hanging our flying birds that were such a hit with Lydia but still haven't had the time just yet. Meanwhile, I added wall decals of birds because I love them. I wanted them to look like this colorful birds on a wire from my pinterest inspiration, but I lost track of time and finally put them up the other day after finding some I liked on Amazon. I am happy with them.


As all people, there are a few things that now, I may have done different. Next to the glider we have a couple of cubes for storage, but I think I will eventually get a little table or dresser in a funky color with some drawers for additional storage. The changing table drawers don't give as much storage as I think would be best for a baby or even a toddler. Plus it would be nice to have a little more counter type space, to set a drink or stack of shirts on. I may not have worried so much about the bedding, this time it was a matter of fairness, but the bumper comes off at about 6 months, especially for Vivian who would grab it and pull it down. Always afraid she would get stuck on it somehow.

There are also a few things that I really love, for example, in this nursery, we have dimming lights and ability to change the speed of the fan on the switch by the door which is a great idea. We can keep the room dark enough but still have the light on low to go in and check on her without causing a commotion.  I couldn't live without out diaper caddy thing next to changing table that has every possible thing you may need in a changing scenario: diapers, wipes, creams, lotion, blue bulb thing, saline, nail clippers, little brushes, well obviously we don't need all those things for diaper changing but it's nice to have there.

The must haves are really 2 sheets, 2 diaper changing covers and some clothes.We tend to keep all the rooms in the house quiet bedrooms if possible, books but really few to no toys. To be honest, I think it worked out for Lydia who now lays in her room on giant pillows next to bookshelves and "reads" by herself for sometimes a whole hour. As most decorating or parenting, you always have to be willing to change things that don't work or get old.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Apples to Oranges

Both of girls were born at the end of the summer, Vivian in August and Lydia in September. Obviously, they are both girls. Even their weight and height has been exactly the same or Vivian has been a little lighter than Lydia, at every month check point. So, why don't all the clothes fit?

I have had the hardest time with clothes not fitting right and it really did just dawn on me that the reason is that they are two different body types, I am really comparing apples to oranges. It seems so obvious since they're are two different people but somehow everyone always assumes that babies are all the same sizes. I believe we may be culturally pigeon holing them already, but I may be more sensitive to that since I am a girl and I am girl with curves.

There is one rule of thumb to remember,(I think for your body too,) it's not the number inside of the garment is how it feels and looks on that is the most important. At the moment, almost all of Vivian's pajamas are 9 months for two pieces or 12 months for one piece (even a couple of the two piece ones too.) She is a tall little girl and pj's should be a little loose and comfy. Most of her pants are 9 months, but she still has a lot that are 6 months even though she is now 7 months old (please create a chart if necessary.) As far as tops, well this is a whole world full of baby size nonsense, she has some that are 3-6 months still! Most of the onesies are 9 months, because she is long but other than that its any one's guess.
My typical weeding process is now at a garment by garment basis. Either I try it on her and it fits or if it doesn't I toss it in the bucket of "pass it on" but this makes the process more difficult because I can't just blop on the floor and pull out all the 6 month items. It takes time. Normally more time than I have. So I have to be less of a nut and take it one day at a time. New mommy mantra?

Monday, March 11, 2013

Boo! Bad Bad Rooms to Go!

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We moved in September to our "forever" home. There was a few things to. Every wall had to painted. Every ounce of floor was ripped up. Every closet door replaced. Kitchen gutted. Sliding glass doors to be sealed. Gas lines to run. Electric to update. There were some initial costs that were accrued. So we waited to purchase our living room furniture. There was no actual need for it and the empty room was nice for a giant Christmas Tree. January came along and we decided it was time. We were ready for that room to be a quiet reading room. The place our family could be without being plugged in.

Off we went happily into the land of furniture stores looking for a sleeper sofa that had something different that appealed to us but that was durable enough to sustain a couple of little kids too. We didn't want to spend a ton of cash, so we were looking at very normal furniture stores like Ashley, American Signature, and Rooms to Go. All three stores conveniently located near our house. After dragging two kids to three stores, looking on line first course, we decided on a couch from Rooms to Go. We ordered it and it was on back order, after being given a date of delivery, they called twice to move back the delivery. It finally arrive a full month later.

Five days after we had received our couch a friend came over. I was showing it to her holding the baby and the sleep fell out of the couch. Fell out of the couch, yes. The next day I called the store, they informed me that I needed to call customer service which I did. The first person I spoke to I explain the situation, the conversation went something like this:

Me: I had a couch for 5 days and the bottom fell out.
Them: We can send a repair person out...
Me: No repairs I would like a new couch
Them: I can not authorize a new couch
Me: I want a new couch it was 5 days old
Them: I can not provide a new couch
Me: I would like to speak to someone that can
Them: They are having lunch

(Pause)

This is where I wonder what she was thinking a little bit, oh lunch, well them never mind I will just keep the broken couch and hope it was a nutritious treat the grand pooba of new couches.

Me: Please have them call me.
Them: Thank you for calling Rooms to Go customer service.

A few hours later, I received a message saying that the manager did authorize a new couch to be sent. I call customer service once again, the note had been made to my account and we scheduled the new couch to be sent a week from the last delivery.

The second couch arrives. I get home. I plop onto, purposefully to see what would happen, the sleeper mechanism falls out, again. Yes. Again.

The next day I call the customer service number, I explain what has happened. I say I would like my money back. She says you have to call the store. Sigh. I call the store. I ask for a manager, because this isn't my first rodeo. The sales person says there are no managers present, could he be of service. I tell him the story of my now 2 broken couches. He suggest I come in for a reselect (a new term apparently coined by Rooms To Go) I respectfully decline and say I would like my money back. He tells me that the other person that can authorize a refund is the store manager that will not be back until Saturday. Apparently, he was a regional managers meeting. This was Thursday. He assures me he will make a note on my account, explaining the situation.

Saturday comes and we hear nothing. By 11 am, we pack up are children and we head to the store. We ask to speak to the store manager. He is appears from behind a wall that has a small pass through in it only big enough to pass paper really. I introduce myself and explain to him the situation. He suggests we reselect. I once again decline. He then says, well he doesn't make these decisions, it is above his level and that we will have to wait for Georgia (not the state but the person) and of course, Georgia will not be in until Monday.

At this point, I am losing my cool and Eliot senses this and starts to question this. Why is it that apparently only one person in the ENTIRE region of west central Florida can authorize a refund on a piece of furniture that came to us apparently stapled together.  I quote the receipt, in two places where it says how refunds are made, showing him that it doesn't call for the Rooms to Go deities to come down and grant us our last wish. The store manager senses our angst and says well I will try to figure this out for you today.

At 5 o'clock Saturday, the store managers calls back to say that sure enough he couldn't get a hold of Georgia and that we would have to wait until Monday. Somehow, I sense that he was just trying to get rid of us.

Now, it's Monday, it has been 6 weeks since I bought this couch, I have had 2 of them and spoken to at least 3 dozen various employees of Rooms to Go. Expecting that I am far down the list of Georgia's emails (that was how he communicated with her, crack jack folks here), that I call her at the location that the store manager had told me that she would me. Of course, she was not there. She was some where else. I called her at the other store, someone answers the phone, I ask for her, the suspiciously ask who is speaking, I tell them, she comes to the phone.

Finally, I think. I tell her the WHOLE story. She suggests a reselect. Even though it takes me almost every once of my being not to explode into non stain resistant pieces all over her, I remain composed and tell her that no, I would not like a reselect. She says, okay you can have a refund. I will call the store you bought it from, who will them call customer service to go pick up the couch. Once that occurs, they will credit your credit card and send a check for the portion paid in cash.

Relieved that it has been finally authorized for a refunded, I sit and wonder what are the chances this will all be wrapped up in a timely manner. I am sure there is someone at corporate that I haven't spoken to and now I have to trust that every employ from Georgia down will do what they are suppose to do, with all I have in hand is a verbal OK from this woman.

What are the chances? This ends here? Hmmm....

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Tough Twos

There is a very specific reason I didn't use the word terrible in the title of this post. Terrible is well terribly negative. There are plenty of moments that aren't terrible with my two year old. The tough moments seem to come in waves. Of course there are contributing factors to these tough moments and I am certain that they will blips in the parenting radar as I look back at "two." But when you are in the thick of things it's tough to see the light at the end of the hallway.

We have been in a potty training mode for a while. There were days, weeks, months that every time Lydia went she went in the potty. She would tell you that she needed to go and if she had an accident and pee peed in her pull up, she would tell you then too. All her little friends are using the potty fairly well, with their on hiccups I am sure, which for my two year old is great because she is easily driven by positive peer pressure. In the last two weeks, we have reverted. It is as if she hates the potty now. She will go in her pull up and she will sit in it until you pick her up and drag her to get changed. If you ask her if she needs to go she says no. If you tell her it's time to change her she says no. And it's not a casual "I am busy, Mom" kind of no. It's a "We are going to battle, I am the captain of this potty platoon and I have spoken!" sort of no. She is an astute child, I must say, because, normally she tells me that Captain No and I pick her up and drag her to the potty. A battle there is.

The thing is I am not sure how many battles I am actually winning considering I am looking to win the war. On the other hand, I can let my two year old sit in bucket of pee held in barely by the seams of her pull up. Cinderella's face looks like she is holding quite a bit more water weight than normal. If that keeps up Cinderella will have to join Weightwatchers.

It's not just the potty thing that makes these Tough Twos. There are days, that every action is defiant. I know enough to know that she is testing the boundaries, and the "think about it" bench is getting a lot of sit time. As we debrief, she doesn't always seem to get. It's like she morphs into a teenager, avoiding eye contact and being elusive. Other times it's the fake crying which is like nails on a blackboard.

The toughest tough two part is the no napping. My two year old needs sleep. All kids need sleep for best development. When she doesn't get a nap it's like she has an expiration time. My child turns from tough to tumultuous. There is flailing and crying and rolling and the fit of all fits comes. I am always a little surprised because she has never thrown a fit before. Theses (the 2 times) occur always late at night, and always with little sense being spoken. The key is to provide the equivalent to "squirrel!" from the movie UP! It seems to work, but it's like playing roulette trying to figure out what that perfect distraction will be and what will permeate through the crazy into her head and say, "Ah. Okay! I'll do that." In that moment, a little voice inside of me screams, "Eureka! Eureka!" and typically busts in to song and dance.