Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Second best $2 I've ever spent

A blog I read to help me figure out what to do with Gracie's hair suggested that I let her hold a spray bottle while I work on her hair. So off I went to Target and bought 3 spray bottles: 1 for me, 1 for Gracie, and 1 for Lukie. There are few things that I buy 2 of and the spray bottles were definitely on that list.

When we got home today, I gave Gracie and Luke the spray bottles to play with so that I could start dinner. It didn't take long for them to be soaking wet! Amazingly, they hate it when I pour water on their heads in the bathtub, but they love spraying themselves in the face.









Monday, June 15, 2009

All Girl and All Boy

They were born on the same day, less than a minute apart. They can play with whatever toys they want and we don't care which color binky they have in their mouths.

Sometimes, though, you can't fight genetics.





Many thanks to Tio Freddy for starting Lucas on his way to juvenile delinquency. Fred, you can be the one to bail him out of jail when he throws rocks at other stuff!

P.S. I did Gracie's hair! ALL BY MYSELF!

P.S.S. Scroll down to see Daddy dancing!

Word a Day

Words are coming fast and furiously here in our temporary abode. Gracie and Luke fluently understand anything said to them in Spanish or English. When they come up with new words in Spanish, I don't usually catch them. My Spanish is minimal and I don't have enough experience with it to pick it up when my 21 month olds are trying to say something new.

However, the English words are flying around here and are coming from both Gracie and Luke at an alarming rate!

New words recently:
outside
chicken
book
I do!
Yay!
bus
sunshine
truck
apple

I love when they use a new word and surprise me. It is so much fun seeing how happy it makes them to communicate with me. We still have plenty of grunting from Lucas, but they are trying more and more to use words.

Another cool trick (that I must get on video) is the animal game. I can hold a book open and say, "Lukie, where's the cow?" and he will gleefully point at the cow and shout, "Right there!" (it actually sounds like "riiiidaarrrr") "Gracie, where's the giraffe?" "Right there!"

It is seriously fun!

Sunday, June 14, 2009

An apple doesn't fall far from the tree

Daddy's cousin, Patty, celebrated her 50th Birthday this weekend. We partied all day and I captured this after things really got going.



Here's how Gracie and Luke got so tired:




Friday, June 12, 2009

Celebrating our Second Un-Birthday

2 years ago today, I was 23 weeks and 4 days pregnant with Gracie and Luke.

2 years ago today, I was having contractions (not the Braxton Hicks kind).

2 years ago today, I had an appointment with Dr. Hartford and he made me sit for 20 minutes having my contractions monitored. The machine did not register any of the contractions I felt.

2 years ago today, Daddy drove me home. I was scared and worried and waiting for the results of a test that would supposedly tell us whether I would go into labor in the next 2 weeks.

2 years ago today, I lay on the couch and the contractions did not stop. They got stronger and started to get closer together.

2 years ago today, the nurse called to tell me that my fetal fibronectin test came back positive. I panicked.

2 years ago today, when the contractions started to feel like the worst cramps of my life, Dr. Hartford had Daddy drive me to Huntington Memorial so that the nurses in Labor and Delivery could monitor my contractions.

2 years ago today, Dr. Hartford discovered that my body was in preterm labor. He was gruff and pessimistic and he scared the crap out of me.

2 years ago today, Dr. Hartford fought to stop my contractions and keep Gracie and Luke from being born. He was successful, kind of.

2 years ago today began a battle that would continue for 12 weeks and 2 days. On our side, Dr. Hartford, the best OBGYN in the universe (God sent me to him), magnesium sulfate (the medicine that kept my uterus from contracting), the Perinatal High Risk nurses who monitored me, held my hand, made me laugh, and held me when I cried.

2 years ago today could have been Gracie and Luke's birthday. But because we had Dr. Hartford and his team on our side, I can happily say that today is Gracie and Luke's UnBirthday.

Dr. Hartford,
Not a day goes by that I don't look at Gracie and Luke and think of you. You were pessimistic and helped me keep focused on my goal: growing my babies. You were exactly what I needed. My very own kick in the butt. You started out as my doctor, but by the end of the summer of 2007, you became my friend. You sat and talked with me about mundane things. You explained all of the technical stuff that was going on. You treated me like a person and not just a patient. We will be forever grateful to you for fighting for us.
Happy UnBirthday to you, too!

Thursday, June 11, 2009

From the "Makes Me Happy" Files

The other morning, Gracie and Luke decided to use the kitchen as a race track. Well, actually, it was more like a "I'm gonna chase you!" track. By the time I got my new fangled camera set to video, most of the running was over.

I caught this and it made me giggle, so I'm sharing it with you.
(Please ignore the crazy state of the apartment, I keep cleaning and cleaning, but don't get anywhere!)



I'm on a mission to catch more!

Oh, and new words:
mail (as in Gracie must have a piece of mail when we retrieve ours from the mail box)
up (as in the opposite of down)
cheese! (when asked to smile for a picture)
bus
sunshine (Gracie has become a parrot lately!)

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

A Sneaky Peeky at Casa de Uribe

Our contractor, Gary, heretofore known as the Most Excellent Contractor Gary, did a crazy fast job early on to get our house turned back into a home. Within hours of receiving our keys, he had the old carpet torn out, the stuff left behind by the Evil Moving Crew moved to his warehouse, and an electrician working on our dangerous connections. He thought our house would be ready by May 25th, but as happens in the contracting world, delays with carpet, the electricity, the gas, and a whole host of other problems have pushed back the move in date. In all honesty, some of the delays have been our fault. We decided to have new windows installed (we have a week and a half until they come in) and we decided to upgrade our cooktop and install a microwave/hood unit. Those should be installed in the next week or so.

Frankly, I'm not concerned with the delays. I'm all for them! I'd much rather that we not be cleared to move back in until July so that I can finish up summer school and have time to unpack our crazy amount of belongings.

One happy thing we did was to hire Ed's cousin, Mario, to redo our landscaping. You may remember Mario from Nana's new garden. He tore apart Nana's front yard and created a beautiful landscape last summer.

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Well, he came to our house, sized up the burned ivy and trees and decided to create a totally new yard for us. He tore out all of the ivy roots and the new sprouts, created a leveled and beautiful landing in the back of the house, and hacked the ugliness in the front and created a new walkway for us. It is gorgeous!

our new backyard


See the left side of the tree? The black part. That's where it caught fire.

Some of my new, supposedly, drought resistant foliage.

Our new walkway connecting the carport and the stairs to the front door.

A view from the street.

The landscaping is beautiful and Mario has promised us a month or so of upkeep to maintain it. While he was working on it, he had several people stop and ask about getting a quote. We are his "floor model."

The inside of the house is pretty barren, but pretty nonetheless. If you've seen pictures pre-fire, you know that the inside of our house was a combination of yellow (aka Creamcake) and sage (aka Brazil) paint on the walls. We went for a more neutral palette this time and Ed is really happy with it. Our new carpet is a frieze in Espresso and our new laminate flooring is Summer American Cherry. Both are gorgeous and make the house totally different.

The Great Room (aka dining and living room)


a view of the den and hallway to the master bedroom

Master bedroom with our illegal baby alcove.

I can't wait to see what it looks like with the new windows, new window treatments, and our killer new cooktop.

See that light? The end of the tunnel is getting closer and closer!

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Can I see your license please?

My car is in the shop and our rental car is a compact Dodge Cobalt. Normally, this is not a big deal. However, I rely on the double stroller to get us in and out of the apartment and to the parking lot safely.

News: Graco DuoGliders do not fit in the trunk of a Cobalt. (Just in case you were wondering.)

It has been a nightmare getting Gracie and Lukie into the apartment because they get to be FREEEEEEEE! One day, I let them walk ahead of me and, oops, the security door was propped open. By the time I caught up, Lukie was less than 12 inches from the edge of the pool. My heart stopped. The next day, they took off as soon as I opened the security door. Gracie ran straight across the parking lot and Lukie ran through the cars. I caught Lukie first and stuffed him in the car. Then, I took off after Gracie. I still get shivers thinking about it.

We won't get my car back for a few more days, but I needed something to save me from the trauma of the trips back and forth to the car.

Enter Gracie and Lukie's new rides:




This is how well they worked!

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Obsessed with stickers

Stickers are fun. You have to admit it. There's something about picking the best sticker from the sheet, peeling it off and putting it in exactly the right place. When I was a tween, I was obsessed with Hello Kitty, the Little Twin Stars, and My Melody. I saved and saved so that I could buy the $4 book of stickers and then I NEVER used a single one. I just stared at them. Weird, I know. I'm sure I will have at least one child as weird as I am. Well, hopefully!

After the last fun morning with stickers, I bought a mega pack of Winnie the Pooh stickers. I'm not all that excited about character stickers any more, but Gracie and Lukie have discovered Winnie and they really like him and all of his friends. They even know which character is which.

This morning, Gracie found my stash of stickers and we spent 45 minutes carefully peeling and placing stickers on the Twinsies hands, faces, legs and feet.


In case you are wondering why there are no pictures of Lukie and his stickers: 1) he won't stay still long enough for me to take the picture and 2) he ate them.



We went out grocery shopping a little while later. I discovered stickers on Gracie's face and legs.

Quick note to self: Stickers must be removed within a half an hour of placement or they will hurt!

Friday, June 5, 2009

Gracie dresses herself

I dressed Gracie the other day in a happy and fun orange and white shirt and leggings. She looked adorable.

Apparently, she thought she was under dressed.


Yes, those are granny panties Gracie is wearing as a hoodie. Yes, they are mine.

When I called out to her, she took off running to avoid having me strip her of her new outfit.


I post these pictures and take on the embarrassment of you seeing my undies, not because I enjoy posting pictures of my underwear on the internet, but as a warning.

PUT YOUR LAUNDRY AWAY!

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Stressed Out Toddlers

I hate Parent Teacher meetings. I hate them when I'm the teacher and I have to share concerns with parents. It is always difficult to share something I am seeing in the classroom with one or two people who aren't in the same environment with us. Some parents want to work with me. Others think I am insane. "Not my Tommy (or Julie)!"

Tuesday, I realized I hate Parent Teacher meetings when I'm the parent, too. No parent wants to hear that their child is a biter, a hitter, or suddenly wakes up crying hysterically from a nap. Imagine getting that times two! Only, for us, it is much worse than just the normal growing pains of being 21 months old.

Teacher Joanne thinks Gracie and Luke are stressed out.

My initial reactions was "What?!" Who's ever heard of toddlers being stressed out? What do they have to be anxious or stressed over? They get hugs and kisses, all the crackers they can eat, bubbles in the bath tub, tons of toys to play with, Mommy to snuggle with at night and to hold them when they are scared, Grandpa, Tio Martin, Tio Freddy, Tio Joey, and Daddy to play with them inside, outside, on the slide, Grandma to make them sopita and teach them fun new words, friends at day care, trips to the park, Barney in the morning, Barney at night, Barney in the car. I'm thinking that sounds pretty stinking fantastic to me! Where are the stressors?

Teacher Joanne went on to tell us about how Lukie wakes up screaming from naps. That never happens at home. I don't know why he does that there. She told us that he is inconsolable and will cry for me "Momma! Momma! Momma!" over and over for 30 minutes or more (Please, stab me in the heart one more time. I don't think you got me the first time). He will fling himself on the floor and cry and cry. There is no stopping him until he is ready to stop.

He's not the only one who she thinks is stressed out.

She is concerned that while Luke's emotions are over the top, Gracie's emotions are suppressed. Teacher Joanne shared with us that Gracie will try to console Lukie, petting his head, saying "Shh, shh" like I do, and when that doesn't work, she will cry out in solidarity, and then walk away when she can't help. She said that she sees Gracie wanting to share her emotions, but will hide them away so that Lukie can get the attention he needs. She worries that Gracie will continue like this and get sick from not letting out her worries/anger/fears.

You have no idea how devastating it is to have someone tell you that your toddlers need professional help. I'm at a loss. I'm not sure how to proceed.

Because here's the kicker: All these behaviors she sees at day care? We NEVER see them at home. Sure, Lukie cries when he doesn't get his way, but it's a fake cry with no tears. Distract him and it goes away. Sure, Gracie will try to console Lukie. We hug her, too and tell her Mommy/Daddy is there and everything will be okay. The waking up screaming? Never happens here. The crying for 30 minutes? Never happens here. Gracie hiding her emotions. Nope. Never happens here. In fact, she usually falls to the ground and cries when she doesn't get what she wants. Sometimes she bites, hits, or runs away, but she always expresses her frustration somehow.

Our family has been through a lot in the past 7 months. When I think of all of it and how stressed out I am from the long, frustrating list, I can understand that my emotions and exhaustion might be too much for Gracie and Luke. In fact, since Tuesday, I've been watching everything I say and do with them. But how can Teacher Joanne be sure that they themselves are "stressed out."

She suggested that I contact a therapist who does "play therapy" with children. She believes that Luke and Gracie need an outlet for their stress and play therapy might be able to help them. She thinks they are in a place where they are definitely showing some normal behaviors, but she is very concerned about the other behaviors she is seeing.

As a Mom, and a free thinking person, I'm stuck.

Honestly, I think she's off her head. I think they are two little kids whose Mommy and Daddy leave them at day care 4 days a week and they'd much rather be at home with people they know and love than at a stinkin' day care (no matter how nice it is). I think they are 21 months old and are learning that their world is bigger than they originally thought and they have little to no control over it. I think there is something else going on there that Lukie doesn't like and that is why he behaves so emotionally at day care and not at home.

But, then again, I'm their Mommy. As their Mommy, I don't want to fail them in any way. If they truly do need help, I want to get it for them. I'd do anything for them. Anything. Even if it means that I have to suck it up and call a therapist for my 21 month olds.

So, sometime next week, I am going to call my medical insurance representative and see how we go about this. How we go about getting mental health appointments for my babies. To see if we can destress them.

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