…And Bells on Her Toes

Hi.  I used to be just Doodle’s Mom.  Now I’m a Mom of two (Lexy 4 3/4; Baby Caity 14.5 months) I’m kind of new at this, so you’ll have to excuse me.  I’m not a prolific writer, so I may not post something every day.  I’m not even sure I’m ready to commit to the daily/weekly/monthly/what-have-you blog life.

When my first daughter, Lexy (a.k.a. Doodle) was born, I should have kept a journal of her daily activities and I’m sure I would have had a best seller.  She is a funny kid.  She’s also incredibly smart.  I’m glad that she’s inherited her Daddy’s brains and not mine.  His is bigger … Unfortunately, as evidenced at a recent friend’s birthday party, Lexy has inherited my sense of rhythm … poor kid.

Lexy used to do things that would amuse me, fascinate me and frustrate me all at the same time.  Being a new Mom, I didn’t know what to expect.  I think it was a cruel twist of fate that I got a colicy baby.  That’s what you get for being so cocky.  Yep, I’m fine, I know how to handle any baby situation.  Ok, why won’t she stop screaming!?!

I have a wonderful husband.  We weren’t married when we had Lexy, but we had been together for about 3 years already at this point.  After I had Lexy, I got very sick and as a result of being in the hospital and then recouperating at home for about a month afterwards, Lexy bonded with her Daddy instead of me.  I should have been the one feeding her and changing her butt, instead … well that’s another post.  I don’t know what I’d do without my hubby.  He’s my rock.

Alex was the only one who could put Lexy to sleep at night.  She would wait until he would pick her up and rock her.  And rock her.  And rock her.  It usually took anywhere from about 1/2 hour to an hour, but eventually she’d surrender.  Lexy was a night owl too, so it was close to 10 or 11 o’clock at night that we’d get her to sleep.

She’s grown up into this funny little creature.  She started school this year and after some initial adjustments, she’s excelling.  I’m so proud of her.  She’s learning to read and can define “Metamorphosis”.  This kid scares me …

And then there’s Baby Caity (a.k.a. Squeaky). 

I never thought it would be possible to love someone as much as I love Lexy.  I had heard somewhere that when you have a second child, your love doesn’t divide (among the two), but it multiplies.  It’s true.  When I look into this little baby’s eyes … *sigh*

Caity, from the moment she was born, has the most captivating eyes (everyone has remarked on her eyes).  She studies you, she questions you.  It’s almost as though you can see the wheels in her brain turning as she’s trying to make sense of things.  She’s a smart cookie too and very affectionate.

Poor Lexy hasn’t had as much attention as she used to get before Caity was born, but I’m trying.  It’s hard because the baby always needs something.

Well that’s it for now.  I’m sure the blogs will be mostly one sided in terms of who I spend my time talking about.  I will try to keep it even.  I hope I’ve made sense.  It’s been a long day, a rough week and I’m tired.  Forgive me, I’ll try to make sense next time …