Reflections of a CPA turned stay-at-home mom as I "journey toward heaven"

Halloween PJs

Halloween PJs 010I’m forever looking at clearance sales, with next year in mind.

Last year I found these Halloween PJs at Carter’s for $1.99 each. At that time it was hard to imagine the kids being that size in just a year.

But thankfully, they both still fit, since both kids are on the verge of outgrowing them.

My kids have worn them the entire month. (And I’m fine with them wearing them after Halloween too. After all, they’re just PJs.) So we’re getting our two bucks’ worth out of them.

Halloween PJs 006-1Micah’s PJs say “Boo!” which is one of the few words he tries to say on a regular basis. Of course, when he says it, it sounds more like “Buh!” but it’s the same idea.

Mara’s say “Wickedly Cute” and I can’t think of two more appropriate words for my crazy little girl! ;-)

Halloween PJs 022-2I took these pictures right after bathtime on Wednesday night. Mara didn’t want me to dry her hair; she said it would dry all by itself in the night. And she kept getting super-frustrated at Micah, who wanted to look at her and talk to her, while she gave her best smiles. She would suddenly flail her arms and say, “Micah! LOOK at the camera!”

We came away with a couple decent shots though.Halloween PJs 008

Maybe YOU should be the Stay-at-home-DAD!

The other day Mara asked for a “special treat” (an M&M) which are solely reserved for after she has gone potty if her underwear is dry!

She knows the policy.

When I reminded her, she ran to the stairs, and faster than ever, Mara was on the potty. Before we knew it, she was back downstairs in the dining room asking again for her special treat.

Daniel and I happened to look over at Micah. He had watched the whole interaction with great interest and was now pulling furiously on his diaper.

Completely seriously, Daniel said, “Maybe he needs to go potty too. Take him!”

I was incredulous!

“You can’t be serious! He’s not even 17 months old. Mara was several months older when she started potty training. Besides he’s a boy, and boys take longer to learn than girls do, and good grief! he can’t even feed himself out of a spoon without flinging food around the dining room! Do you really want to have to teach him about aim already? . . . ”

But Micah’s insistent pulling on his diaper won Daddy over. “At least, let him try.” Then Daniel switched his approach: “Wouldn’t it be nice to get him potty-trained before the baby comes?!”

“Oh, yes. So you take him,” I said. “I know nothing about training boys!” Naturally, I ended up taking him. I took off his diaper (which was wet) and set him on the potty.

Unlike Mara at this age, he was not at all afraid to sit there on the “big potty.” In fact, he looked quite pleased with himself. I tried my best to encourage him. But nothing happened. He just sat there. And seemed completely at peace with the whole scenario.

Then, after several seconds of sitting quietly, he reached for the toilet paper. And I realized what was happening.

He was getting himself a “special treat,” just like he had seen his big sister do, probably hundreds of times!

He hopped right off the potty, I put a clean diaper on him, and when we went back downstairs, he did exactly what I expected him to do: headed straight for the jar of Special Treats!

I gave him one anyway.

After all the trouble he went to and how perfectly he understood the routine, it seemed like he should get some sort of reward!

“He’s not ready yet,” I said to Daniel. “He wants Special Treats. Maybe you should be the stay-at-home-dad!”

Then . . . And Now

MicahSleep1Mo013VignetteMicahSleep1Mo016VignetteWhen Micah was first born, I got him a blue Carter onesie that says, “The Cutest.” Actually, I got two: one in newborn size, the other in 12 months. When he was born premature at 32 weeks, it seemed incredibly encouraging to think past the baby stage and to imagine him as a one-year-old little boy. I think buying a 12-month set of onesies gave me a sense of hope and confidence that there really was an end to all the preemie craziness

He’s five weeks old in this picture (but still wasn’t “due” for several weeks) so you can tell this onesie is still a little big for him. This picture reminds me how skinny he was those first few months!

It’s amazing, but somehow he has reached the 12-month mark.

In fact, he’s still wearing this onesie at 16 months. It is awesome to think how much he’s changed and grown.MicahSleep16Mos119Matte

There’s nothing like the peaceful face of a sleeping one-year-old boy to make you forget the havoc he wreaked on your lives earlier that same day–or in his earliest days of life!

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I love ‘im, my little buddy-buddy.

Overheard: More Mara-Speak

So, if I die, I guess Mara can raise Micah.

This afternoon, as they were playing, I watched her hand him a toy police car. And then I watched him fling it across the room.

Mara calmly went to pick up the car and brought it back to Micah. (This is a major improvement over some of their previous interactions, let me tell you!)

“The Bible tells us, ‘Be kind to one another,’” she declared emphatically. “Now: ‘Be kind to one another,’ Micah! And take this!” she added, thrusting the police car back into his hands.

He took it.

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Mara (to me): We have a lot of things to do today.
Me (repeating): We have a lot of things to do today?
Mara: Yeah! We have to ice cream shop! We want some ice cream!
She is her father’s daughter!

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Tonight I took some pictures of the kids sitting together in their Halloween PJs. I always tell them “Say [something]” (to get a smile) and tonight I was saying, “Say ‘babyyyyy!’ . . . Say ‘little sisterrrrrrr’!”

But Mara had her own idea. As I’m taking the picture, she’s saying: “We’re potty-trainnnnned!”
I put the camera down. “Why are you saying that?”
“Because we’re potty-trained,” she answered.
“No, you’re potty-trained,” I told her. “Micah is not. He still wears diapers.”
“But I’m potty trained, and you’re potty-trained. And Daddy’s potty-trained.” She looked quite pleased with her conclusion. And said it again: “We’re potty-trainnnnned!”

Oh, my. . . she should be a lawyer for sure.

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Daniel gets off at 8 p.m. tonight, and the Phillies are playing the Yankees tonight in the World Series.

So this morning before Daniel left, we told Mara that, if she took a long nap, she could get up and watch the Phillies when Daddy came home.

I had her go to bed after her bath, just to rest a bit before the game.

As I went to turn out her light, I overheard . . .

Pink Bear (albeit Mara’s voice): “What we going to watch in the morning when Daddy comes home?”
Mara: “Phillies!”
Pink Bear: “Phillies?!?!”
Mara (to me since I stood frozen by the light): “He was asking.”
Me: “Ah. Good night.” I turned out the light and closed the door.

Halloween Costumes

Around this time of year, moms are talking about costumes and how to find what you’re looking for and still save money.

During my first three years as a mom, I have taken a different route every year as far as finding costumes, but I try to strike the balance of finding costumes I really like–while not spending a ton of money. Here are a few options I have tried:

Make your own! The first year Mara was only ten months old. I really wanted her to have a soft, baby-girl costume–I didn’t really want her to be a funky animal or some sort of hotdog with mustard, you know? And the pumpkin idea is cute, but since she had no hair, we were constantly answering the “he?-or-a-she?” question about our baby girl, and I didn’t want to look back at pumpkin baby pictures some 20 years later and say ‘was this our son or our daughter?’

PBKflowerLargeI found the perfect costume in Pottery Barn Kids magazine (I included the PBK picture here)! Naturally it was $59 before tax and shipping & handling. (How is it that I have such impeccable yet unaffordable taste?!) I’m sure some people pay that much for a Halloween costume, but for us it was not an option. I don’t pay that much for my own clothes, let alone a costume a kid is going to wear once or twice!

Still I loved that costume so much that, after seeing it, no other costume seemed to even compare. Friends would find me “flower” costumes other places. None of them were quite right. So I decided to make it myself.

Maras1stHalloweenIn the end, I spent more than I’d hoped (probably close to $20) because I had to buy several kinds of fabrics (3 kinds of fleece and lining fabric for the hood), a zipper, velcro, elastic, gingham trim, thread, and embroidery floss for the flower designs on the sleeves and the bottom of the costume. If sewing were a more regular activity in my life, I’m sure I would have had most of the supplies (other than fabric) on hand. But I was very happy with the end result.

It wasn’t the Pottery Barn costume, but I felt my daughter was beautiful in the flower I had created.

LilStinkers1Buy on Clearance after Halloween for Next Halloween! The second year I actually found the costumes on clearance in February. They were skunk costumes–of all things–but they were 99 cents each, at The Children’s Place. I was pregnant at the time, and didn’t know yet if Micah would be a girl or a boy, but I figured it would work either way. The kids could be the “Lil’ Stinkers.”After all, the experience of having two kids 17 months apart is better reflected in the ‘lil stinkers’ idea than a beautiful flower in a garden!

LilStinkers2dsc09194My husband was mortified that I would do this to our children (I said they were still young enough that it was cute!), but it was with great reluctance that he joined the Lil’ Stinkers and me for Boo at the Zoo. (And, no, my daughter isn’t running from the camera–she’s chasing geese at the zoo–and I’m showing off the back of the 99-cent costume!)

I figured it showed that we didn’t take ourselves too seriously. I mean, come on! Is there any costume that is really “classy”? Is it classy to be a monkey? or a pirate? or a skeleton? or a witch? These are costumes!

With moving twice, being on bedrest, and having a preemie in the NICU, there was no time for sewing costumes of my choice that year. I would make the same decision again in a heartbeat. Plus their costumes cost $1.98 total! You could hardly even make something at home that inexpensively–or find it at a thrift store or a consignment sale. I’m going to try to consign them next year for a dollar or maybe two and make my money back. Then I will feel fully vindicated on the whole skunk costume issue.

Buy Costumes on eBay a Month Ahead of Time. This year, my third year, I couldn’t decide for the longest time. I wanted my husband to be happy, so I decided to get the kids something a little nicer (which is not saying much since I spent only $1.98 the year before!). That’s another story, because when I told him, he said he thought all costumes were kind of tacky and pointless . . . which was my whole point last year . . . but . . . as I was saying . . .

OldNavyKittyI checked eBay for Old Navy costumes and found Mara the kitty costume (new with tags) for $3.50 + shipping. For Micah the lion costume (excellent used condition) for $5.99 + shipping. Total I spent less than $20. Each costume individually costs more than $20 if you buy them directly from Old Navy or Old Navy.com this year. (These costume pictures are just the pictures from eBay. Hopefully after this weekend, I will have some pictures of my kids in these costumes!)

OldNavylion2The trick with buying costumes on eBay is to start bidding in mid- to late-September or very very early October. There is usually a decent selection at that point, and if you’re willing to bid on several auctions (and lose), you will probably be able to find what you’re looking for at a reasonable price. (Those Pottery Barn costumes are always expensive though. I’ve seen sold-out PBK costumes go for $150+ on eBay during the middle of October, so if you know what you’re doing, there is probably some money to be made there!)

Now that we know our next baby is a girl, I already found her costume for next Halloween at The Children’s Place on clearance. It was $3.99 (not quite 99 cents).

It’s not a skunk.

But she will be so stinkin’ cute!!!

And Daddy will love it. :-)

That’s all I’m saying about it now. (I have to save a little surprise for next year!)

Well, several options Work for Me as far as finding Halloween costumes and saving money . . . Find more Frugal Tips at Life as Mom.

The Happy Housewife, age 2-1/2

HappyHousewifeYou know you visit a certain blog too often, when your 2-1/2 year-old daughter comes up to you frequently and says, “I’m The Happy Housewife!”

Whenever she says that, Mara strikes the pose of the “housewife” at the top of The Happy Housewife’s blog.

She started last fall when The Happy Housewife was pregnant (Her readers may remember the sketch of the “pregnant” housewife at the top there). So Mara still sticks out her belly, even though I’ve told her the “Happy Housewife” isn’t pregnant any more. :-)

Just thought you might get a kick out of seeing her imitation!

When Daddy Comes Home

Things I love about my husband:

When he comes home from work, he is there for the kids!

And I can tell they love it too!

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These are not posed. Just snapshots. (Which, on second thought, I’m sure is obvious, since my son is only wearing a onesie and my daughter’s hair majorly needs to be brushed.)

These pictures could be taken any day of the week (except that my husband is wearing jeans, so it must have been Casual Friday at the office!)

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The Difference Between “Caff” and “Decaff”

Our grocery store had Tazo tea on clearance a few months back. We’re talking clearance clearance! $1.49 for 20 teabags! Can you believe it?! That’s about the price you will pay for one teabag at Starbucks!

Wow, before Tazo, I never realized I could enjoy tea so much.

I never liked chai tea either, but Tazo?!–this is something special!

So the other morning I had a craving for chai tea, and thought we still had some. Apparently, we’re out.

However, there was one bag of decaff chai, so I thought, “Why not?” I haven’t found a Tazo tea that I don’t like.

But when I opened it, I learned the difference between “caff” and “decaff.”

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I always wondered.

But now I know.

There’s a reason I choose “caff.”

Boy? or Girl?

Once again, Daniel and I made a breakfast date of the ultrasound, dropping the kids off at 7:20 and going to Starbucks for a sandwich and coffee before our appointment.

Of course, we were dying to know the baby’s gender! I say ‘we were’ but I should really say ‘I was.’ Daniel kept saying, ‘Why does it matter? It doesn’t change anything. We will be happy either way.’

Well, for one: we can start thinking of names! Maybe this one won’t be called “Scudder, Boy” in the hospital for three days (like Micah was) before his parents name him!

Before the ultrasound, people kept asking if I had a boy/girl preference. (Not that it matters–I would completely love either one!) But I had mixed feelings. Part of me thought, if this one isn’t a girl, Mara will never have a close friend in a sister. Once you’re five years apart or so, that’s a pretty wide span when you’re a child! But three years apart isn’t terribly far apart. They could still be good friends.

At the same time, a part of me thought of Micah having a brother, only 21 months younger, a buddy to play with. And it could be hard for the little guy to be sandwiched between two sisters, one 17 months older, the other 21 months younger.

But he adores baby girls–he coos at them and nuzzles noses, and gently rocks their carseats. (Both with cousin Sophia and baby Eilidh, who lives a couple blocks over.) On the other hand: He tries to push baby boys right off my lap! So for the baby’s sake, maybe it should be a girl.

Then there was Mara: adamantly sure it was a baby brother! Constantly making comments like, “I’m going to be the sister of the boys, because there’s a baby boy in Mommy’s tummy!” Or (when my mom said to Mara on Skype, ‘Maybe it’s a little sister‘)

Mara shot back convincingly, “Maybe it’s a little brother!”

Which made me sure it was going to be a girl! This baby has kicked much less frequently and forcefully than Micah did. Who knows whether or not that means anything? But it contributed nonetheless to my its-a-girl theory.

Daniel, contented with already having a girl and boy, didn’t have a strong preference.

So we entered the ultrasound, really quite open-minded, except for Mara.

While we waited, the ultrasound tech we had last time entered the waiting room, and (thankfully) she called for another patient. So I was pretty sure we would have a different tech. And I was pretty sure that any other ultrasound tech would have a better bedside manner. When I saw our tech, I was relieved.

She was great! She narrated the whole time and answered most all my questions.

I love how they leave you in suspense about the baby’s gender. They look at every possible baby feature–other than those particular organs. .  .

We heard the baby’s little heart beating at 149 bpm, and the tech said, “Without looking I’d guess it was a girl.”

We told her Mara’s adamant declaration that it was a boy, and the tech said more often than not, the other kids in the family guess correctly about the baby. Since those two theories contradicted each other, I wanted to shout ‘just tell us now!’

I couldn’t believe how this baby remained curled up in a ball and continually put legs, arms, hands over its face. I really don’t remember the other two doing that quite as much.

Having already experienced two previous pregnancies really doesn’t diminish my enjoyment of the ultrasound. I love tiny baby feet. Tiny baby hands. And it was so exciting to watch the baby grabbing its toes with its tiny hands. As we were watching the baby gave a very clear “thumbs-up” which the ultrasound tech captured for us. That was a fun moment too.

Finally, after full examination of the placenta, the cord, the heart, the liver, the kidneys, the diaphragm, the arms, legs, head, brain (and I’m sure I’m missing something there), the tech moved on to answer our big question: boy or girl?

Naturally the cord was in the way, and she had to poke and prod the baby and say ‘you’re going to make things difficult for us, aren’t you?’

At last she announced, “I see girl parts!”

It’s a GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!

I wondered what it would be like telling Mara. But she was not stubborn about it at all.

“The doctor told us we’re going to have a girl! It’s going to be a little sister,” I told her, expecting an argument.

She ran down the last couple of stairs into Grandmom’s living room–and squealed, “Can I hold her?”

Apparently she thought we went to the doctor and came back with the baby!

On the way back home, Daniel said to Mara, “Now we have to think of a name for our little girl.”

“I think we can just name her ‘little girl,’” Mara said decisively.

Daniel and I laughed, and he said, “We’ll tell her that was your vote, Mara.”

Woo-HOO! It’s a girl!!!!!

Probably Mom Should Step In

My 16-month-old son, putting an aluminum cake pan in the microwave.

Right now he is fascinated with opening and closing doors and pushing buttons.

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PS: This was his idea! And yes, I tried to use it as a teaching moment regarding the consequences of putting metal in the microwave.

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