I've decided to bang out some updates on the kiddos because I'm feeling like doing something fresh and new.
Lucy June is now crawling and pulling herself to standing and cruising.
She signs "more". . . only in regards to food. . . and she has yet to sign "all done." #porker
She is by no means "talking," but she has a word, and it's "ddjah" for...Jake. She's been making that sound for him since she was like seven months old, but I wasn't sure until recently it was legit. But it's legit. Perhaps she's linguistically advanced. Or perhaps she's just that obsessed with her brother. She has recently started saying "Mama," so I guess that makes me a...not very close second.
We've started sleep training her. We do it the wimpy way. The stay in the room and soothe and soothe and hope that baby will eventually fall asleep in her crib and isn't just developing entirely new sleep crutches. So far. . . pretty good. I'll confess that over the last ten months of her life, she has rarely slept for longer than an hour without the body of her mother next to her. This makes cosleeping not so terrible: she's a good little snuggler, but it does mean that I've been nursing her back to sleep three times in between when she goes to bed around 8 and I go to bed around 11. Which also hasn't been SO SO bad because...hello smart phone and social media addiction.
Since we started a little training she has begun sleeping through the. . . evening. Good on us. And around 1am I bring her into our bed because I have no nocturnal self-discipline. Someday someday she will sleep through the night, but until then I'm choosing to look on the bright child-spacing side.
Ok. I'll be done now with the whole baby sleep schedule part.
She has developed a persistent affection for...beer pong balls.
The story of why we have so many beer pong balls in the house is long and not very incriminating, so probably not worth sharing. But my, does Lucy June love them.
He's three, so I guess we're in the whole "how independent are you?" phase. He wants to do everything BY! MYSELF! And parenting him is pretty much a circle of letting him try to do things himself and then dealing with the mess or not letting him do things himself and dealing with his freak outs. Jacob and I consistently differ on what we think is OK for Jake to try to do by himself. I'm cool with him trying to put jam on his own toast; Jacob is not. Jacob is cool with letting him do flips on the couch; I am. . . too, if I leave the room.
He's mostly potty trained, but has the occasional accident. He wet his pants the other day, and when I asked if he'd peed a little on his shorts, he said condescendingly, "Yeah. It's OK." I half expected him to pat my knee or something.
He loves playing with Legos, well, Mega Bloks. His favorite things to build are rockets, planes, and. . . stairs.
He spent this afternoon playing a make believe game in which he gave names to Jacob, Lucy June, and me. They were Clank, Flank, and Skank.
And he was Joe.