9 Months (Let’s see how much I can catch up before someone turns 1 this week.)

Gwendolyn, you’re 9 months old!

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By the numbers: 9 months old. 18ish pounds. 5 feedings per day + 3 meals per day. 2 naps per day. size diapers. size 9-12 month clothes.

Your spunky personality manifests itself more and more each month.

It shows up in the way you eat. You don’t want to be spoon-fed anymore. Get rid of those purees and give me finger food I can grab myself, thank you very much. Sweet potatoes, bananas, and bread are some of your favorites. You still don’t have any teeth, but you manage just fine.

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Your spirit shows up in your play with your brother, too. He has taken to tackling you. The first time he ran at you and knocked you to the floor, I started to rush over to comfort and protect you–only to realize that you were emitting delighted giggles from your pinned position. So I backed off and grabbed the video camera instead, to record the fun as Brandt tackled you and you cracked up again and again. I guess having a big brother encourages feistiness in a girl.

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One other area where you’ve proved to be a spitfire? Your response to the word “no.” You’ve discovered electrical outlets, and you’re quite curious about them. The first time you reached for one, I sternly said, “No!” You looked at me, grinned, and stretched your finger toward those little holes in the wall again. “No!” I repeated as I moved your hand away. Same response. This time, to communicate my seriousness, I said, “No!” as I grabbed your hand and swatted it. You? You laughed. You laughed and reached for that outlet again. I had to move you away from the intriguing danger and distract you with a toy. We’ve repeated that little scene many times since. We’ll see where that spicy dare-devilry leads you in the future…

Wherever it leads, I love you.

Mama

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Brandt’s 3rd Birthday Party

My baby boy turns 3(!) this Friday, so we celebrated with some of his little friends yesterday. Since cars of all kinds are Brandt’s passion right now, I made that the party theme–using retro aqua and red, black and white checkers, and a road painted on a white paper table cover. And since his favorite foods are yogurt, sausage, and donuts, we had the party in the morning and served breakfast.

After everyone had eaten, we took the kids down to the basement, where we had set up a pretend car wash. We used plastic sheeting (leftover from a house project) to make entrance and exit flaps, and then hung streamers and balloons in the middle, with a fan at the end to “dry” the kids off. They had a blast running through it again and again!

I had so much fun putting this together; perhaps in an alternate life I could have been a professional party planner. Brandt’s summary of the morning says it best: “It’s my favorite party!”

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Eight Months

Gwendolyn, you’re 8 months old!

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(no 8-month calendar picture; fail!)

By the numbers: 8 months old. 17ish pounds. 6 feedings per day. 1 night waking. size diapers. size 6-9 month clothes.

Here are 8 things about you at 8 months old:

1. You started crawling. The ultimate motivation? Your desire to grab your brother’s sippy cup.

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2. You roar.

3. You clap.

4. Your fluffy hair is growing long and now forms tufts over your ears.

5. You eat finger foods now–Cheerios and small pieces of banana.

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6. You love books with baby pictures in them; you smile and giggle and babble when I read them to you.

7. You’re beginning to pull yourself to a stand.

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8. You snort when you laugh.

Lindo, I love you 8 times a million.
Mama

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Seven Month Girl

Gwendolyn, you’re seven months old!

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By the numbers: 7 months old. 16 lbs 8 oz. 27 inches long. 17 inch head circumference. 6 feedings per day. 1 night waking. size diapers. size 6-9 month clothes.

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Month seven has been a busy one for you. The day after your half-birthday, you started scooting around on your belly. Soon after that, you learned how to sit. It’s indicative that you started scooting before sitting; it seems entirely suited to what I’ve seen of your busy personality that you achieved mobility before stillness. By the end of the month, you were rocking on your hands and knees, ready to launch.

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You’ve also been busy loving the two guys – big and little – in your life. You’re already taking steps to wrap your daddy around your finger. You beam at him whenever he appears, and you babble, “Da da da da da.” He is, understandably, enchanted. You are besotted not only with your daddy but also with your brother. When you wake up from your afternoon nap before Brandt wakes up from his, you’ll play contentedly with me for a bit. But soon it’s plain that you want your best playmate, your brother. You grow evidently bored with me, and then you light up with excitement when Brandt finally makes his post-nap appearance. He’s always happy to see you, too. And I’m happy that you love our fellas.

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You’re our gal-pal, and we all love you.

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Playing Catch-Up

I did not mean to take a 3-month break from blogging. At first, it was the holidays and end-of-semester responsibilities for the homeschool class I teach that kept me away.  Then, it was first-trimester pregnancy fatigue and sickness.

Yes. I’m pregnant. Due August 27.

This is old news to those who know me in real life. To my blog friends, surprise! We were–happily–surprised, too.

I started suspecting I was pregnant the week before Christmas (specifically, wearing a scarf for some last-minute shopping made me want to gag, a weird thing that has happened to me with all my pregnancies now), but it was too hectic to test then. I took a home pregnancy test on the day before New Year’s Eve, and I told Aaron as we drove to a family party. “What are your expectations for the new year?” I asked him. “Oh, I don’t know. Anything could happen. I suppose we could even get pregnant and have another baby in 2013!” he replied. “We are,” I said. So we’ll have three children ages 3 and under, with the youngest two only 17 months apart. Thrilling and surreal, after so many years of infertility, of wondering what kind of story God was writing.

Now I’m nearly 13 weeks along and starting to feel a bit better. So, with the return of energy and with a week off from the class I teach, I hope to address the backlog on the blog. Starting–tomorrow–with Gwendolyn’s 7-month post, which has been sitting in my drafts since October (she’s almost 11 months old now).

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Decade

10 reasons I loved him 10 years ago on our wedding day:

  1. He’s a lofty 6’4″–nice for a 5’10” girl like me.
  2. He takes his relationship with Jesus seriously.
  3. He’s funny, with both sharp wit and a goofy side.
  4. He really cares for people.
  5. He’s a man of international interest; he loves learning about the world and traveling.
  6. He’s musical.
  7. He’s intelligent.
  8. He’s genuine and humble.
  9. He’s committed to God’s church.
  10. He’s good in a crowd (a complement to my introversion).

10 more reasons I love him today, on our 10th anniversary:

  1. He works hard to support our family and let me stay home with the kids.
  2. He’s quick to confess.
  3. He washes the dishes and takes out the trash.
  4. He’s appreciative.
  5. He found a shared hobby of bike-riding with me, after a disastrous attempt to combine my hatred of running with his status of former-cross-country-runner.
  6. He sings silly songs around the house (a habit in place long before we had children).
  7. He endured long years of hardship with me–everything from financial strain to infertility to having a preemie in the hospital for 7 weeks.
  8. He’s inspired by Christian biography, and he enjoys novels that I read aloud to him.
  9. He changes diapers whenever he’s around, and he wakes up with babies in the middle of the night.
  10. His “career” goals are to be a good husband and father.

Aaron, 10 years later, with all that I am and all that I have, I still honor you. Happy anniversary, sweetheart!

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{embrace the camera} october 25

embracing autumn in our yard, a ticklish baby, and a boy who wouldn’t pose with us but tossed leaves on us instead…

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6 Months (“Better Late Than Never” Edition)

Gwendolyn, you’re 6 months old!

By the numbers: 6 months old. 15ish lbs. 6 feedings per day. 1 night waking, typically. 1 time sleeping through the night! 2 naps per day. size 3 diapers. size 6-9 month clothes.

When we put you to sleep, we often sing you a lullaby* that goes like this:

Hey, beautiful girl,
Daddy loves you, loves you,
Most beautiful girl in the whole wide world.

There’s a bridge that includes these words:

…Sweet little girls get older.
But when your tooth aches, or your heart breaks,
Will you still cry on my shoulder?

I know 6 months is not really that old. Yet, you’re already half a year old. Your babyhood feels like sand rushing through my fingers, as you rush to go and do the next thing.

You started solid foods this month, a step I would have taken slower if not for your obvious desire to speed into it. You had been eyeing my food for a while, but I resisted your interest. (I prefer waiting to introduce solids until babies can sit up well). However, one night as we ate applesauce with dinner, you watched your daddy longingly, your open mouth following his spoon from bowl to bite. You were clearly desperate to try this new thing, so we gave you some. Oh my word. You lapped it up. When you had eaten it all, you burst into tears, wailing to express dismay that there was no more. You’ve eaten two to three meals of solids per day ever since.

In your sixth month, you’ve also discovered more sounds you can make. You added a consonant to your coos. Now you express contentment with a repeated breathy “ba.” You also like thumping your hands. When you wake up from a good sleep, you lie on your side, rhythmically patting the bed with one hand and softly uttering “ba, ba, ba.” When you’re excited at play–on your tummy–you smack both hands on the floor fast; on your back, you delightedly kick your feet. “Baby stomping!” your brother says, as your heels pound our wood floors. And you’ve figured out the fun to be had if you carry that hand-flapping, foot-stomping behavior into the bath. You splash vigorously now, stopping to splutter when you slosh water over your face, then grinning and starting again.

As I recently thought about how to sum up your personality, I decided the best word is “independent.” You are generally happy to play wherever I lay you down. You occupy yourself pretty well. There would be times–when your brother demanded my attention for lengthy periods–that I would almost forget you were awake, enjoying your own little corner of the living room. You’re so alert and engaged with your toys that you don’t need me to entertain you. That makes you a rather easy baby. But I want to make sure I don’t let your independence cause me to miss out on playing with you, soaking up your sweet baby days. Because…

Hey, beautiful girl,
Mommy loves you, loves you,
Most beautiful girl in the whole wide world.

*”Beautiful Girl” by Andrew Peterson, on the album Slugs & Bugs & Lullabies

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934 Words about Upholstery

I originally planned to finish this project before Brandt’s second birthday. Then I was going to finish by Gwendolyn’s due date. (I did at least get the ottoman done before she was born.) Then I was going to finish before the new school year started. Now it’s October, and at last I have upholstered/slipcovered my chair!

BEFORE:

AFTER:

I bought the chair and ottoman for $12 at a garage sale a year ago. Looking past the furry cow print fabric, I liked the lines of the chair and the style of the legs. (If I can indulge in nostalgia, I also liked the style of legs – pudgy baby ankles – on that sweet little boy.)

The chair lived on the porch for a while as I searched for the right fabric to recover it. I estimated that I needed about 7 yards. I wanted something with red in it and with a pattern that had some graphic punch. I also wanted a durable fabric priced such that it wouldn’t turn my $12 chair into a $200 chair. After looking at fabric stores, local furniture outlets, and online, I finally found a red-and-white striped canvas at IKEA. At $5ish per yard (clearanced at the time), the price was right. I bought 8 yards just to be safe.

I started with the ottoman, since its boxy shape made it more straightforward. Because of some structural damage – a collapsed corner, a loose spring, and a split board – I definitely needed to take the old upholstery off to repair the innards (rather than just slipcovering it). I wanted to use the original upholstery as a pattern for my new cover, so I carefully pried all the staples off to remove the fabric without cutting it. This part was tedious, tedious, tedious.

When I finally had it all apart, I could see exactly what supplies I needed and how to reassemble things. I reattached the spring, repaired and braced the broken board (actually, my dad and Aaron did that part), and replaced the dustcover, foam cushion, and batting. Then I used the old fabric as a pattern and guide to sew my red-and-white striped material into a new cover and staple it onto the ottoman.

The trickiest part of the ottoman project was the piping (or welt cord). At first, I thought about skipping the piping, figuring it was just a decorative detail. But as I read about upholstery, I learned that piping actually strengthens seams, which is important on furniture that will get a lot of wear and tear. So I went for it. This tutorial was very helpful. But even so, it took a couple tries before I got the technique right, and my results are far from perfect. (Note: that tutorial says you need a welt cord foot for your sewing machine, but I read elsewhere that a zipper foot works, too, so that’s what I used.)

So I finished the ottoman, had a baby, and then a few months later began to tackle the chair. I originally wanted to reupholster the chair completely, but the process of taking the old fabric off the ottoman was enough of a chore to put me off repeating the process on a bigger scale. I opted to slipcover the chair instead.

First, I made a new cover for the cushion. Since the old cover was removable, I took it off and used it to make a pattern. For guidance, I referred to the same tutorial that I used for the ottoman. By now, piping was old hat, but this time I had to learn how to sew a zipper. The cushion foam was still in good shape, so I stuffed it into the new cushion cover once I had it done.

Now things got more complicated. Around the time I bought the chair, I saw a slipcover tutorial on a blog called Pink and Polka Dot (the post I read is no longer available, but it seems she’s made the content into an e-book). The basic gist is that you drape your fabric – wrong-side-out – over the piece of furniture, trace, add seam allowances, cut, put pieces (wrong-side-out still) back on the chair, pin, and finally sew. (You can get an idea of the process here.)

I spent a long time studying my chair to figure out how to section it out into fabric pieces. Because I was slipcovering rather than upholstering, I couldn’t always use the existing fabric as a guide; for instance, some seams that worked for fabric stapled into place just didn’t make sense for a fitted slipcover. After I cut and pinned my fabric, I had to determine where piping needed to be sandwiched between seams. Finally, I had to deduce the order of assembly, so that seams would match up and tuck in appropriately.

Sewing the slipcover became a process of trial and error. I’d sew an arm, then put it on the chair (right-side out this time) to check the fit. Sometimes I had to take out seams and start again. Sometimes I had to cut new fabric pieces, if my original cut was too short or too narrow. It got easier as I went, since the process on one side could be replicated for the other (provided I remembered what I had done!). Eventually, I prevailed!

My new chair has plenty of imperfections, but it’s good enough for me. In fact, I love it. It’s already become our favorite reading chair. It’s so satisfying to enjoy something I made with novice sewing skills (really! I’ve only had sewing machine since January), a smidgen of geometry, and lots of problem-solving.

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