Ever since the day we brought Kylie home, Bryson has loved her
(sometimes it seems more than me and Mike).
I hope this stays true forever. Every day Mike brings him home from
school, he yells “Sissy!” (he hasn’t learned her real name yet), runs straight
past me like I’m not even there, and gives her a kiss on the forehead. After a few brief moments of making sure she’s
happy, he will realize that I’m in the room and finally come and give me a
hug. He’s great at giving her a pacifier
when she cries, he loves to hold her for about 18 seconds, then he’s over it,
and he loves to feed her, but again, only for about 18 seconds. Then it’s off to his toys.
I went to pick Bryson up from school yesterday since Mike had to work late,
so I had Kylie with me. Usually when I pick
him up, he yells Mommy and runs and gives me a hug and won’t leave my side. Today, he yelled Sissy and ran right past me
to kiss her forehead. Ahh, just like
home. I thought school might be
different, but I was clearly wrong.
Apparently she is still cooler than me.
I set her carrier down, and all the kids gathered around her in a circle
like a show-and-tell doll. Bryson then
said, “That’s my sissy!” and walked around her so they had to back up. Then he played with her toy bar to further
impress the kiddos. He finally realized
I was there when a little girl named Sophie came to say hi to me, so he ran
past her and said “No! That’s my mommy!”.
Although probably rude to others’ eyes, I was proud that he at least
acknowledged my presence. Thanks Bryson,
Mommy loves you too.
He hates when she cries, and there has been more than one occasion
where her crying has invoked his desire to do the same. I don’t know if it’s because he’s so
distraught that his beloved sissy is upset or because she’s so dang loud that
he just wants the noise to stop, but either way, it’s quite a time when they’re
both at it at the same time. But then
again, nobody ever said this would be easy.
Speaking of not being easy, adjusting to two has been a challenge. Mike has been kind enough to only leave me
with both of them a handful of times on my own.
I love it, but it sure can be tough to balance them both with Mike and I
there together, much less on your own. I
still have a ways to go to master that skill.
Any tips would be great. Elmo has
been a huge factor to my success when I’m on my own. Don’t judge.
I’m certain if Kylie and Bryson weren’t such great kids, I would have
lost my mind by now. When I see how some
kids are wild and crazy, I’m thankful for mine even more. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes Bryson can act
like a monster and a tornado at the same time, but overall, he rocks. Kylie is also a fabulous baby. She rarely cries, and when she does, she is
easily calmed by either being picked up or given her pacifier. It’s rare for it to take longer than a few
minutes to turn her into a happy baby again.
We are truly blessed. I’ve always
heard that “easy” children make you want to keep having more. Whoever originally said that was both insane
and accurate. There are times when I think
we may be open for another, many years down the road. Then Bryson turns into that tornado I
mentioned at the same time Kylie starts her dinosaur cries, and I change my
mind. It’s a seesaw battle, for sure.
Bryson has begun to talk so much lately and is even putting sentences
together. The other day he looked at a
picture on the wall, pointed to it, and said “that’s a picture”. Then he pointed to the one beside it and said
“that’s a picture, too”. I was seriously impressed. There are a few rogue words
we’ve had to interpret using excessive trial and error. In case you’re ever talking to him, here’s
the breakdown of the most popular versions:
Bless you = Bless yous
Sat = what’s that (Originally we thought he was saying s#@t. Also, in case you didn’t know, curious children say “what’s that” A LOT, so I was constantly embarrassed until we cracked the code.)
Water = rum
Milk = mulch
Noodles = noonles
Elmo = Melmo
Snack = Nack
Bath = Bass
Hello = Herro
Off = Oss
Some exciting things that Kylie is into is smiling and cooing. She is so easy to please and you can get her
to smile within a second of making eye contact with her. She loves people watching, as do I, so she’s
very content when I take her places. One
day when I get very brave, I may take her to Wal-Mart for the ultimate people
watching experience. All in due time,
Kylie.
She is growing so much, so quickly. At her two month check up, she was already up to 12 pounds. This puts her in the 62nd percentile. Her length was in the 28th percentile, so I'm certain she has inherited my height. She is already wearing her 3 month clothes, which I'm excited about because that's when her wardrobe officially begins. I didn't request many newborn sizes since I knew she would only wear them for about a month. So most of her outfits consisted of jammies. Moving into the 3 month clothes means super cute outfits with matching head bows and socks, dresses, cardigans, and more. There is so much to choose from thanks to our family and friends that every day feels like a fashion show. I'm loving this! I sure hope she is too.
The only downside to her outgrowing her newborn clothes is that is means I have to pack them away. That brought on tears when it sank in that she wasn't as little as she once was. The thought of my little girl growing up is bittersweet. I'm looking forward to all her firsts, but I'm also sad that she has outgrown certain things I love. For example, she no longer latches onto my finger when I give it to her. She now picks and chooses when she wants to hold on. Her startle reflex is non-existence for the most part as well, which she is probably happy about. It always made me laugh though when the slightest noise made her throw her arms and legs out instantly. It was so cute. Now we're on to bigger and better things.
Bath time isn’t a favorite pass time yet, but I’m hoping she will
eventually love it. Don’t get me wrong,
she doesn’t hate it, but she sort of stares at you with this look that says “are
we done yet?”. I generally feel like an
idiot when I make silly faces at her and she keeps staring at me with that same
face. So I try to rush through bath time
so I can get her sweet looks back.
Feeding Kylie is like night and day from when I fed Bryson as a baby. He would practically yank the bottlesfrom
your hands before you even sat down with him.
As soon as he laid eyes on the bottle, nothing else mattered except
eating. With Kylie, she could care
less. Sometimes she falls asleep eating,
and good luck waking her back up to convince her to eat. That's simply not happening. Another huge difference is burping. When I would stop feeding Bryson midway to
burp him, he would get so mad that the feeding abruptly ended and would sometimes
start to cry like he would never be fed again.
There were countless times that I would stop trying to burp him and give
him the bottle back to get him to settle down.
I’m sure he was pretty gassy because of it, but can you blame me? With Kylie, I burp her and settle her back
down in my arms and she is happy as could be.
She doesn’t care if you feed her more or not. It’s just a nice surprise if there’s more to
go, but I’m certain if I didn’t keep going, she would be fine with that
too.
