July 10, 2020

2 Years of Wells

I cannot believe he is two. I know that sounds cliche and every single parent posts something similar on social media on birthdays. But..holy cow. 



I have very vivid memories of our first month or two with Wells, and then it starts to blur a bit and I was just happy and relieved to have him turn one last year because it took some of the pressure off. I felt like there was a LOT of pressure that first year...babies and milestones and whatnot is apparently a big deal? He hit milestones just fine, but I had no idea people got so competitive with it and I felt like I could stop documenting each thing once we hit 12 months. 

Then, when I started forcing him to sleep through the night at 13 months, things got more predictable. He *still* doesn't sleep through the night every night but I've relaxed my opinion on that...he's who he is. His dad isn't exactly a great sleeper either :) 



And then, just when I felt like we'd hit a stride around 19-20 months...a global pandemic hit and it was just me and Wells, day in and day out. Daniel Tiger became his best bud. I have very relaxed screen time rules (i.e. I don't care how much TV he watches because he almost always prefers to be doing anything but watching TV).

Then, within the last couple of weeks, he's truly turned into his own little person. His vocabulary has exploded. Turns out, he's an extrovert. He doesn't not meet a person or a dog he does not say hi/bye to. I never thought that'd be the type of toddler he was going to turn into; he didn't meet another baby until he was about 7 months old and, for the first month of me taking him to a playgroup, he cried and was terrified of everyone. Then, eventually, he started to run off without a care. Since we haven't been doing much socializing in the last few months, I never noticed what a friendly little fellow he was turning into. 



Also, he's smart. Oh my gosh, is he smart. So here's some things about Wells for his 2nd birthday. 

He loves tractors. His favorite phase is "daddy's trac-TOR" and he can find a tractor anywhere. His favorite thing is watching us cut grass and he pushes his little lawnmower along too. However, everything with wheels is a "trac-TOR!", including folks on a scooter at the grocery store.

His favorite foods seem to be watermelon, popsicles, crackers, macaroni and cheese, spaghetti and meatballs, anything Mexican, strawberries, grapes, and frozen corn. Also, milk. He still adores his milk and calls it "nnnnat". I don't know the connection there? But he's been calling it that for 6 months now.

He is a champion napper. He loves his naps and sleeps 2-3 hours most afternoons. 

He's still an early riser. It doesn't matter what time he goes to bed. He's up around 6am. Some might say I need to cut off his naps but I've tried that and it doesn't help and just makes him mad. He does sleep through the night often but I've stopped stressing out about this because when he doesn't, I can't find a pattern and we've been in an absolute upheaval for the last two months with moving so I don't blame him. 

Wells loves his blankets and stuffed animals and lovies. He calls them his "guys" and "my guys". 

His favorite phrases seem to be "ooooo" and "whoaaaaa" and "cooooool". 

His eyes have turned to a bluish gray. They were dark blue when he was born. He definitely has blond hair though. He's still around the 50th percentile for weight and he was so upset when he was at the doctor these last two times that they were never able to get a height. He is very pleasant and fun but the opposite of easygoing if a doctor/nurse is approaching him. He was in the 10th/14th percentiles for weight/height when he was born.

He enjoys baths and his water table and being squirted with hoses. So we'll try swimming lessons again this summer. 

Wells has really developed a love for books in the last month. He says "a book!" and gets one and throws himself into my lap. And it's never "a" book. It turns into 2, 3, 4, 10 books if I don't cut it off. So, for the first time since I was pregnant, I'm actively looking for books for him...normally I just get him one for each holiday or something. I'm getting bored with the same ones over and over again! 
I will also find him just sitting and reading out loud ("reading") to himself a few times a day and it's very cute. 

He gives kisses and hugs and loves to see characters on tv and in books tucked in for a "nap" and he'll say "awwwww" when he sees this.

Wells cannot climb. So it's not that he stays in his crib because he's a rule-follower (he is NOT a rule follower). He just can't get out yet. 

All in all, he is very sweet and loving but very stubborn and he listens to instructions and follows them, but gets away with whatever he can concerning breaking the rules and is the opposite of chill and relaxed. <<<< that's how I would describe two-year old Wells in one sentence. He's quite the combination!

Brand-new baby Wells.


July 9, 2020

5 Random Stuff and Things.

1. I may need to adjust my routines. I am hopelessly behind on my Bible reading (12 days I think? Kings/Chronicles is doing me in.) and I haven't gotten in a good Pilates workout at night all week. I think I need to start doing these things during naptime...instead of reading and then napping myself. I've let myself stay up too late at night and I am so exhausted by the time I get around to wanting to do anything productive. It's just not working. 



2. We got these K-Cups and they're really gross. Don't do it. They're very bitter. 




3. Speaking of gross...La Croix is gross. I used to drink it and I have no idea why. Scott bought some the other day and it's remarkably terrible. 

4. I was unpacking my books this week and came across 1984. Some of you all need to read this. Like, you never did and it shows. I read it in college but I read Animal Farm in high school and you all should pick up a copy of that one too. You could read it in an hour. 



But then, I also realized that Scott and I each have a copy of The Great Gatsby, which is just the worst. It's funny how that's required reading in high school and 1984 is not. No one cares about Gatsby. And all you all who insist it's your favorite book? Just because you had to read it and listen to your 11th grade English teacher talk about it, doesn't mean it's your favorite. The only thing worse than Gatsby is A Separate Peace. 

5. I hopped back on Facebook this week, mainly because I told myself that once we left Pittsburgh and I could leave all of the Mom groups I was in, I could maybe find some sort of enjoyment out of the site again... this is still undecided. I haven't been on there since February. 
Man, people are boring and attention-seeking. 

Bonus #6: I almost posted some political tidbits here today. Would you be interested in that? I'm really worried about our country and Scott and I discuss at least once a day "what-do-you-think-is-going-to-happen". I feel like the MSM cannot be trusted and I would happily throw some actual facts and data into this space! I feel like talking politics doesn't age well, but it's becoming so relevant to everyone and I would think that maybe (maybe) I could help someone who doesn't pay much attention to it all understand a little. 
What would you be interested in hearing about? I dabble in a bit of everything on Twitter. 


(Also, I've been messing around with fonts on blog posts, to make it more eye-pleasing. I think I'll just keep it to the usual that I used here in this post.)

July 8, 2020

A PCS Story --2020-- Part 2

Leaving off from Part 1, in which we packed up the furniture and drove across part of the country...

These are scenes minus furniture in our new house...Wells and I spent 3(?) days here without anything, really. It was a very long 3 days. Thankfully, this kid is a champion napper at this point in time, even in the pack-and-play, which is insane. I'm talking 3 hour naps. Whatever. I'll take it. He's usually in bed by 8pm and up at 6am but, with a 3 hour nap, that schedule works just fine for me. 

This is a smattering of randomness, just so I can share what last week was actually like for me. The pictures aren't great, but this is what I was doing last week while I definitely wasn't blogging...Enjoy. 

Unloading the car. 

Enjoying his new surroundings. Tile + carpet > wood floors. 110%

Watching the landlord cut the grass. "Tra-TOR!!!!"


The true half-bath I've been pining for these last 18 months. 


My orchids have a new home. 

Confession: I love big empty spaces in houses. I adore them. I used to do this all the time: sit on the floor of our big empty extra living room in Alaska and read books. I read two books this way last week. It was delightful. After 18 months of being cramped in Pittsburgh, I can breathe again. 

Going for a walk and insisting I carry him. It was too hot for this. 



Most of last week was just spent sorting through boxes, looking for things I couldn't find. 

How Wells ate all of his meals last week. 



I went to a drive-thru coffee shop 3 days in a row, which is new for me; I rarely go out for coffee. But I had no coffeepot and I hold some very strong opinions about coffee (i.e. decaf is not coffee). So, I was more than thrilled when Scott brought the Keurig so I could go back to my 2+ cups a day. 


We ordered Mexican from a local place on Friday (Saturday? I don't remember). So good. This was poblano and chicken in a cream sauce? I put rice on top.


Scout loves moving blankets/furniture pads.




Why is it so hard to find a spot for the Tupperware? I never can quite get this right. 



Unpacking the new lawnmower. 










July 6, 2020

A PCS Story --2020-- Part 1

Oy. 

I feel like this is going to be a multiple installment type thing because holy cow. I have no idea how many parts it will be. 

And forget "summer weekends". The last two weekends have been allthepacking and alltheunpacking, respectively, with cross-country driving sandwiched between. 

So, as I pull photos from my phone, I'll just explain how the PCS went. 

I may have mentioned it before, but PCS just means Permanent Change of Station. It's what the military refers to as a "move". We generally do Full DITY moves (Do IT Yourself) because the military pays per pound and it's a good way to make money. Since it's always been just the two of us, it's been simpler; I help. We get it done. 

Then, we had a baby and it got more complicated. Then we had a toddler and it became semi-impossible for us to do this completely alone. 

Add in coronavirus and weird delays in moves and schedule changes and starting/stopping leases and multiple trips to get all of our stuff moved...this will be a month-long process from start to finish. 

But I'm here to document it, because that's what I do.


The dogs knew something was happening. 
Scout would not leave Scott's side as he shuffled boxes around in the garage...


...and Jett put himself square in the way as we tried to take the kitchen table apart. 


Keeping Wells busy was the hardest part of the last two weeks. 
And Scout just checking to make sure Scott didn't leave without him. 





Clearly this was going to happen ^^^


We hired three movers from a company in Pittsburgh to load our furniture for us and they were amazing. I highly recommend them if you're in the area and need moving help!


We had to take the crib apart to move it and we briefly explored the idea of toddler bed but nope. Not right now. 
Fun fact: the crib is always the last thing we pack so it's the first thing out. 


Lots of keeping-busy. 


And then Wells and I spent a full day living like this before we took off on our trip. (Scott was away with the dogs for the day.) 
The car couldn't come soon enough. This day was ex-haust-ing.

Another fun fact: I've had this yoga mat since 2007. My cousin got it for me for Christmas, it probably cost less than $20, and I've been using it almost daily for the last 5-6 years.  


Nope. I had no plans. To be honest, I was more worried about him throwing up, since that's been an issue over the last year. So, we flipped his carseat to forward-facing and then I bought this tablet holding bracket and downloaded some shows I knew he'd like on my iPad and he watched TV and napped the whole trip. WHATEVER. I listened to podcasts with one earbud or talked on the phone. It worked. 



Carefully eating in the car, where he can be contained. A restaurant, especially during times of coronavirus, cannot contain Wells.  His favorite food usually seems to be Mexican, so Qdoba was an easy choice for us to share. 


Checking into a hotel in Illinois. 

This kid...I will share more in his 2 year update post next week-ish, but let's just say if there was coronavirus in that hotel, we all have it now. He will not be contained. Forget about telling him not to touch. 
And forget about trying to get him to be quieter...I really am working on this, but he just has so much to say all of the time. 
He says "hi" and "bye" to every person and to every dog he sees, usually following the person or the dog to see where they are going and what they are up to. His favorite phrases are "ooooooooo" and "coooooool" to show his interest. 


Waiting out some heavy rain at a rest stop, drinking all of my water. 

And, yes, my orchids made the trip safely. I've never transported plants during a PCS, but I wasn't ready to give these guys up. 


Exploring at a truck stop/rest stop. I'm sorry, everyone. 


Reading at hotel #2 in Kansas. And, yeah, he did sleep at least part of each night in his pack-and-play. It wasn't the worst. 


And then we arrived at the new house and I was able to park in a garage for the first time since 2013...until Scott arrived the next day and we had to use the garage to unload all of the boxes. 

Notice how Wells is playing in the car. One would think he'd be ready to leave the car after 14+ hours of driving. 

Part 2 coming soon...



June 28, 2020

Summer Wknd #4 (Father's Day)

We did Wells' 2nd 2nd birthday party last weekend. That is not a typo. 


Cake tutorial here. Yellow cake recipe and chocolate cake recipe. Highly recommend both! 








And sharing this ^ because Jett is annoyingly good at pictures and Wells is...not.


We also attended a baby shower and did lots of playing outside.