This is going to be a venting post, but I'm hoping it is at least funny on the outside looking in.
I just hit my third trimester and, much like my pregnancies with J and C, I hit a nesting phase in the last week of the second trimester. The sudden burst of energy was nice and very productive. I got loads of stuff taken to Goodwill, entire closets and rooms reorganized and even managed to (finally) put pictures up on the walls. And now that that little spurt is over, I'm exhausted! There's something so nice about being able to collapse onto your couch and have nice things on the walls to look at for those brief few seconds before your eyelids slam shut.
Then there is C. This kid has been amazing from day one. She is absolutely fearless. Well, except for giant mascots and Halloween costumes, those do terrify her. But otherwise, she has always had this knack for getting into some pretty bizarre situations. Within 24 hours of me getting the living room to really start looking nice, cozy and festive, C figured out how to climb up the couch into a square cut-out in the middle of the wall. This would be an easy 4 foot drop for her. And my dear Lord is she fast!. I can't turn my back on her for more than a second before she is back up in there. The only think I can think to do is rearrange the furniture so she can't get there anymore. It's not that I don't want her to be safe, but this is really going to mess up how those pictures look.
Not 24 hours after C managed to learn her little climbing stunt, she wowed us all with her escape artistry. We have a loft that we let the kids use as a play room. We close the doors to the bedrooms and bathrooms and put a gate at the top of the stairs. For the gate to work right, we have to leave a small gap between the bottom of the gate and the floor. As I was cooking dinner, C managed to wiggle her body through that gap such that her body was heading downstairs. Unfortunately for her, she comes from a strong family line of big heads and she got her face caught between the top stair and the bottom of the gate. Of course she screamed and then I about had a heart attack (again) when I saw what she had done. One of us is heading for an early grave! Really, what am I going to do when #3 arrives?
The icing on this cake is still unfolding. ES and I are moving J and C into J's old bedroom and getting them twin beds for Christmas. They're still young enough not to be offended by utilitarian gifts. Don't worry, Santa is still bringing them some fun stuff. The kids have been sharing C's room since we got back from visiting my parents in October. As it turns out, they loved sharing a room so much there that they didn't want to be separated when they got home. We were so proud of our bargain-hunting prowess. We ordered the mattresses online right after Thanksgiving and they arrived promptly. I hauled them up to the room when the kids were napping and promptly unrolled one of them to put on the freshly-built bed frame. Except... it was not the mattress we ordered. It was an extra-long twin mattress. Time was not on my side. As this thing continued to inflate, I tried to roll it back up. Brute strength, even pregnant brute strength, is no match for the force of expanding memory foam. I called S at work to have him forward the order info to me so I could work out something with the company from whom we ordered the mattresses. Unbeknownst to me, S also proceeded to call the company and try to work out the details. How sweet, right? We both tried to save each other the hassle of trying to get the right mattresses delivered. That night, we laughed ourselves silly trying to re-roll the mattress and get it packaged so UPS could come pick it up the next morning. It was like trying to fit a sausage back in it's casing. Some things really only go one way!
UPS came and got the wrong mattresses yesterday and this morning I was notified that the correct mattresses had been shipped. But remember how I said we both had tried to work something out? I could be wrong, we'll see what shows up at our door, but I think we're about to have 4 mattresses show up instead of the 2 we ordered.
To be continued...
UPDATE- 4 mattresses were delivered. Cracks me up!
I just hit my third trimester and, much like my pregnancies with J and C, I hit a nesting phase in the last week of the second trimester. The sudden burst of energy was nice and very productive. I got loads of stuff taken to Goodwill, entire closets and rooms reorganized and even managed to (finally) put pictures up on the walls. And now that that little spurt is over, I'm exhausted! There's something so nice about being able to collapse onto your couch and have nice things on the walls to look at for those brief few seconds before your eyelids slam shut.
Then there is C. This kid has been amazing from day one. She is absolutely fearless. Well, except for giant mascots and Halloween costumes, those do terrify her. But otherwise, she has always had this knack for getting into some pretty bizarre situations. Within 24 hours of me getting the living room to really start looking nice, cozy and festive, C figured out how to climb up the couch into a square cut-out in the middle of the wall. This would be an easy 4 foot drop for her. And my dear Lord is she fast!. I can't turn my back on her for more than a second before she is back up in there. The only think I can think to do is rearrange the furniture so she can't get there anymore. It's not that I don't want her to be safe, but this is really going to mess up how those pictures look.
Not 24 hours after C managed to learn her little climbing stunt, she wowed us all with her escape artistry. We have a loft that we let the kids use as a play room. We close the doors to the bedrooms and bathrooms and put a gate at the top of the stairs. For the gate to work right, we have to leave a small gap between the bottom of the gate and the floor. As I was cooking dinner, C managed to wiggle her body through that gap such that her body was heading downstairs. Unfortunately for her, she comes from a strong family line of big heads and she got her face caught between the top stair and the bottom of the gate. Of course she screamed and then I about had a heart attack (again) when I saw what she had done. One of us is heading for an early grave! Really, what am I going to do when #3 arrives?
The icing on this cake is still unfolding. ES and I are moving J and C into J's old bedroom and getting them twin beds for Christmas. They're still young enough not to be offended by utilitarian gifts. Don't worry, Santa is still bringing them some fun stuff. The kids have been sharing C's room since we got back from visiting my parents in October. As it turns out, they loved sharing a room so much there that they didn't want to be separated when they got home. We were so proud of our bargain-hunting prowess. We ordered the mattresses online right after Thanksgiving and they arrived promptly. I hauled them up to the room when the kids were napping and promptly unrolled one of them to put on the freshly-built bed frame. Except... it was not the mattress we ordered. It was an extra-long twin mattress. Time was not on my side. As this thing continued to inflate, I tried to roll it back up. Brute strength, even pregnant brute strength, is no match for the force of expanding memory foam. I called S at work to have him forward the order info to me so I could work out something with the company from whom we ordered the mattresses. Unbeknownst to me, S also proceeded to call the company and try to work out the details. How sweet, right? We both tried to save each other the hassle of trying to get the right mattresses delivered. That night, we laughed ourselves silly trying to re-roll the mattress and get it packaged so UPS could come pick it up the next morning. It was like trying to fit a sausage back in it's casing. Some things really only go one way!
UPS came and got the wrong mattresses yesterday and this morning I was notified that the correct mattresses had been shipped. But remember how I said we both had tried to work something out? I could be wrong, we'll see what shows up at our door, but I think we're about to have 4 mattresses show up instead of the 2 we ordered.
To be continued...
UPDATE- 4 mattresses were delivered. Cracks me up!