Fish and Chips Story — The Story of Us

So yesterday after shoveling ourselves out of the big Ohio Blizzard of ’08 (see video section for footage) we managed to have a day full of firsts. Alora officially asked to go poopoo on the potty. Not that that is huge, she’s done that before. But she started off downstairs on her little potty and realized she needed to go upstairs instead, in which she quickly hopped up buck naked, streaked up the steps and burst open on her daddy in the bathroom and demanded him to get off the pot because she needed to go. Now much to Jason’s reluctance he got up. Now thankfully he did because a minute later we had poopoo on the potty! All on her own accord. It was wonderful!

But the big day doesn’t stop there, after we went and shoveled Nini’s Mustang out of the snow and had dinner we had just enough daylight to run home before bed and build My First Snowman (Alora Size) . It’s adorable! But it was cold, late and the snow wasn’t quite perfect so it’s soo tiny and petite. I think that just made Alora all the prouder.

And last but not least on our string of firsts, Alora slept in her big girl bed last night! First Night in My Big Girl Bed After we came in from the snowman building Alora insisted we build “her house”. Her big girl bed has windows and a roof so it’s her new house! It took allot of reconfiguring of the nursery (since baby Abbie will be in the same room) and the rocker still doesn’t fit in, but were working on that.

Now I think the whole moving into a big girl bed was allot more traumatic on me than anyone, all I could think about was the first night she slept in her crib. She had just turned 3 months old. She didn’t know the difference that she wasn’t beside mom’s bed anymore, but I knew. And cried outside the bedroom door for a half hour. Just like last night. Alora had a difficult first half hour, she was up and down and fussed for a bit, but after that she gave in and curled up with Annie and blankie and off to dream land she went. Hopefully all nights from here on out will be that smooth.

Last but not least I realized a pregnancy faux pas this morning about 6:30 am. I had been awake since about 5 due to kicking baby, being too hot and not being able to breathe through my nose. So I realized that it was soon time for Jason to get up and I removed my massive pillow fort that I live with and backed up into him to snuggle. It had never felt better. Could it be the back relief it provided? Yes. Could it have been exhaustion? Yes. But most of all I know that it was removing my silly pillow fort supports and being close to my husband (which has become a rarity in the last couple months of pregnancy) and feeling him breathe. I have to admit between me being sick and miserable and life in general, not to mention a 10 lb. watermelon in front of me, any intimate time with Jason has been way too few and too far between. Now any pregnant woman or mom would say “honey don’t worry about it,we all go through it”, now that may or may not be true, but it doesn’t make it any more fair on me or my husband. So my goal is to remove my pillow fort just a little more often, even if it is only for the last 8 weeks of this pregnancy i have (thank GOD!)