Second Baby Changes

I decided to jot down a few differences of my parenting style between my first and second baby, and how I have changed. Maybe ‘evolved’ would be an appropriate word.

 

Pregnancy:

First baby: I checked every single food I put in my body on my app to see if it was safe. I didn’t even eat any pepperoni pizza. Who was I? No caffeine either. Paranoid.

Second baby: I ate anything I wanted. I drank my sweet tea.  I don’t even remember if I checked to see what small fruit my tiny baby was amounting to. Much more relaxed the second time around. Don’t lift heavy objects? Heck, I was carrying in groceries with a toddler on my hip.

 

Preparation:

First baby: Room was done and decorated. Name was picked. Clothes were washed and ready. College and career paths were planned.

Second baby: No name. Still used the “baby’s room” as the “clean laundry you throw in a large pile that need to be folded” room.

 

Birth:

First baby: Stressed. Anxious. Nervous. Excited. Totally shocked when my baby came out covered in hair. (The nurse literally saw my and Daniel’s face and said, “Don’t worry, the hair falls off.” Ok cool. I knew that Mexican side was hairy, but I didn’t know I was going to give birth to a baby wolf.”)

Second baby: Still nervous, anxious and excited but much more relaxed because I knew what to expect. Not so shocked when my baby came out as a little hairy wolf.

 

Newborn Stage:

First baby: Freaked out over everything. Wrote down each time she peed, pooped, blinked. What side did she nurse off last? Is she getting enough milk? Why is there so much spit up? Does this poop look bigger than quarter sized?  Must lay on back. Must swaddle.

Second baby: He pooped. He’s good. Let’s just let him sleep on his belly.

 

Breastfeeding:

First baby: Documented how long she nursed, what times she nursed.  She must have exactly 4 ounces at each feeding. Monitored what I ate. I can’t drink this, I can’t take that.

Second baby: And what’s the name of this wine again?

 

Washing of Things:

First baby: Deep cleaned all bottles. Sanitized everything! There’s a small amount of spit up on her onesie, change her. Gave her a nice, loving and relaxing bath with lavender scents at set time in the evenings. If the papa (pacifier) fell on the floor, wash it! All family members knew to wash the papa with soap and water immediately. (Sorry for being so extra, fam.) Food fell on the floor? GET THAT OUT OF YOUR HAND!!! Don’t eat that, it’s dirty!! She’s gonna be sick!

Second baby: Ehh, it’s just a little bit of spit up, he’s fine. I’m not going to change him. Papa fell on the floor? It’s fine, give it back to him. Build his immunity. Papa falls on dirty restaurant floor? No worries. Daddy will put it in his mouth to lick the germs off. Food falls on the floor at the house? Ezra, come here baby, clean this up. Oh shoot, it’s past bedtime and you haven’t had a bath. I’ll just wet a paper towel and wipe your face. Clean enough.

Pictures:

First baby: Must take a picture of every.single.thing. I’m going to make a memory book documenting every single second of her life. First time sitting on this square inch of the couch, snap it. At least 243 pictures a day. A video of her just staring at me. Look, did you see how this smile is different from yesterday’s smile?

Second baby: How many months is he this month?

 

Food:

First baby: Only organic. No processed foods. Homemade baby food.  Must have a balanced nutrition.  (A lot of that has changed now that she’s a toddler and loves pasta and cheese.)

Second baby: You are going to eat what we have, bubba. Old cheerio you found under the couch? I’m not going to freak out. Enjoy it. The kid can bite meat off a rib. I ain’t worried.

 

Baby Items:

First baby: She needs this Rock-n-Play. She needs this Mamaroo. She needs this bouncer. She needs this specific brand of swaddle. The sheets need to match her room. She needs the plethora of toys that she is only going to twice.

Second baby: He’s got a crib, and sister’s toys. He’s good. Oh and an old TV remote, and miscellaneous house items he shouldn’t have. His favorite is taking out all of the plastic containers out of the cabinet. Cost me zero dollars. Why keeps things organized? My house is a maintained mess anyways.

I could keep adding to the list!

Don’t get me wrong, there are still plenty of times that overprotective, obsessive, helicopter mom comes out, but I am definitely more relaxed. I’m just as obsessed with this second kid as I am my first. I still stand by his crib and watch him sleep and make sure he’s breathing, all while admiring his pure perfection. Even when there are avocado remnants in his hair, and he ate the food his sister spit out or spilled on the floor for dinner.

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Mom Style CrossFit

Hey! It’s been a while. I’ve been doing ten million things and what not – mom life and adult life. But I finally carved some time for you all! This blog post is about my workout journey… or attempts? I’m not sure what to call it to be honest. Let’s call it, “I do what my really fit and strong husband tells me to do and try to not cry”. That seems FITting. Get it?

A month or two ago my husband brought home some weights and he said they were for me.  Not flowers, not some Oreo blizzards, not a stack of clean and folded clothes, but some weights! Oh, be still my heart!  The weights sat there for a few weeks, not touched by anyone. Then football season ended and one night at 9 p.m. he asked me if I wanted to work out. Well, DUH! Of course I want to work out! I just made dinner, cleaned the house that is now dirty again, folded laundry, got both kids ready for and asleep in bed, and I just sat on the couch. Yes, sir! Let me put a pep in my step, get my tennis shoes on and go do a workout in the cold! Can’t wait.

Don’t get me wrong, I like my yoga with babies crawling under me and if I had the opportunity I would cycle all day, but I’ve never really lifted weights. Yes, yes, lifting weights is the way if you want to get toned and blah blah. But it’s kinda scary.  I’ve also never been that person that is obsessed with working out. I mean, I average almost 2 miles everyday teaching and then I keep up with two kids… shouldn’t that be enough? And of course, where do I find the time?!

We get outside and he’s even bought a rubber mat for me to drop the weights on.  That was smart. I’m sure I’ll be dropping something. Either the weights or my body when it collapses.

Let me give you a little info, 411 about my husband. He’s pretty fit. I can’t say too much because his head will get too huge and explode, but he can lift A LOT. He has a lot of stamina too. Somehow we need to harness this “athlete stamina” to the “not falling asleep while watching the kids stamina”. When he competes with his little “crossfit workout buddies”, he usually beats them. (I guess they compete, you know men.)  I mean that’s what he tells me… he’s my Hercules! How did I get so lucky?! (Make sure to say that in an obsessed fan girl voice).  He’s a professional coach too! It’s about time I get some of the amazing Coach Soto, high school Hall of Famer, training in my life.

There I am, outside in the cold at 9 p.m. on a Tuesday school night.  I can hold Ezra, the brick of a baby, all while cooking dinner and then some, but putting that bar over my head was a challenge. But I did it! Yay! Then he wanted to add some more weight. Whoa! Slow down. I know I’m a beast for lifting the bar above my head and all, but I don’t want to get too shredded in one night! Jeez!

In conclusion, I now do what I call mom crossfit at 9 o’clock at night, outside. My goal has been to workout at least 3 days a week. So far I’ve been able to achieve my goal each week, but I’m trying to not be too hard on myself when I don’t. I have kids and a full time job so that’s a good enough reason if I can’t. I’m trying and that’s a win!

So if you drive by my house at night, you will see my husband watching and motivating me while I pick things up and put them down.  Yep! It’s so motivating when he yells at me in his coaching voice to squat lower and fix my form.  It’s just such amazing quality time. Who would rather be inside eating ice cream, watching Netflix and relaxing after a crazy day? Not me. Not me….

Here’s a picture of our amazing home gym. I know, it’s state-of-the-art.

Fall Decorating : Inside My Casa

Hi! Remember me? It’s been nonstop with work, football season, and looking after my offspring, but I’m back! Both kids are asleep and I’m finally dedicating some time for this blog post. Let’s see how far I get before one of them wakes up.

I had a request to do a fall decor post, and here it is. This is my very first blog post about decorating. I am a Joanna Gaines wanna-be, but I’m no pro-decorator. I have all these ideas in my head, but when I lay it out, it never turns out how I thought it would in my head. Does that make sense?

I’ve never been a big Halloween decorator. But since having kids, it’s a lot more exciting. I feel an addiction coming on.  I told my husband that I want to be that person that has every single room in the house decorated for each holiday. Yep. I’m going to be that person, and he’s going to love it. He rolls his eyes, but I know he loves coming home and seeing the Halloween Christmas lights on.

This year is actually my first year really decorating for Halloween. I’ve always had my typical Fall/pumpkin things displayed, but not much Halloween. The questions I had were… Do you display Fall first? When should you put Halloween stuff up? Do you mix the two? I have no idea what the “unwritten rules” are, but I went ahead and did both.

I started with Fall decor as my base. I brought out the leaves garland and the pumpkins (the basics), then I dropped in my Halloween. My reasoning is that once Halloween is over, I pick up all the Halloween junk and I still have my Fall base, were then I can add the Thanksgiving things.

For now (since I’m still building my Halloween stockpile), I have 4 main pieces in my home that I decorated.  Almost all of the Halloween decor you will see I bought this year. Your girl is on a budget so pretty much everything is from Dollar Tree or the Dollar Spot at Target. (Side note: I could easily spend $100 bucks at the Target Dollar Spot. It’s a magical, marketing mind trick. I’m like a little kid in a candy store.)

Tiered Stand. 

I have this tiered stand in my kitchen. I jumped on the tiered stand decorating band wagon, and I LOVE IT! Even more of a reason to clutter up my kitchen! Yay! No really, I love looking at it. I don’t love looking at all the dishes in the sink (I’ll save those for my mother-in-law, haha jk), but I adore my little stand.

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Gravestone, car and hocus pocus sign – Target Dollar Spot.

As you can see on the bottom, I used Fall leaves as my base and then just added in my Halloween. It’s hard to notice in the picture, but there is a little picket fence in there. I got that little baby for 10 cents at a yard sale!

Welp. I hear a baby… I got pretty far, right? Ok. I’ll be back.

{5 hours later I’m back, and the smallest babe is asleep in his crib and the other one is “swimming like a mermaid” in the kitchen sink.}

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Home Sweet Haunted Home window sign – Target

Light up pumpkin – Hobby Lobby

Skeleton, bird skeleton, black hats sign, pumpkins, leaves garland, black rag thing, spiders, spider webbing – Dollar Tree

Wall Shelf Mantle 

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Check out those cute little ghost feet! I LOVE having homemade decorations up, and these little ghost feet make my heart happy. Wood canvas, black and white paint, and some feet… and this mama has an adorable keepsake.

Fall leaves garland, skeleton garland – Dollar Tree

 

Floating Shelf

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This shelf is above my sink in the kitchen. I’m calling this one my “mostly fall, with a sprinkle of skeleton.

 

TV Stand 

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Pumpkins, tombstones – Target

White cloth, skull  –  Dollar Tree

I got the lights on sale last year after Halloween.

 

Don’t know where to start? Just cover everything in spider webbing! A little goes a LONG way… and will even last until next Halloween because it’s so hard to get off of everything. Ha.

I hope you enjoyed a little look into my Fall/Halloween decorating. Be sure to check back again next year! Hopefully I will have added another Tubbermaid bucket full of decor that my husband will have to find space in the attic for. He just LOVES going into the attic.

 

 

 

 

Ezra Duke | 8 Months

You are 8 months old, little dude. You are the sweetest boy. You’re very quiet and don’t say a whole lot. I call you my sneaky, little, mischievous tubbers.  You fall over and don’t even cry (sister ALWAYS cried) it could be because you are built like a brick.  You are 100% boy, and we are all so smitten by you.

Firsts & Milestones

You are crawling! You have been on the move for a few weeks, and now you started pulling yourself up and standing. You don’t let those chubby thighs deceive anyone –  that’s pure muscle in there.  Your first trip to Port Royal and Rockport happened – it’s been a busy first summer for you! Your first little toof has broken through, and the second one is on the way!

Sleeping

You just started sleeping in your crib… in your own room. Not going to lie, it hasn’t been easy for me to let you be so grown up.  The first night I didn’t sleep at all and just watched the monitor and waited for you to wake up. You still wake up 2 to 3 times to nurse, but you seem to prefer sleeping in your crib over the pack-n-play in mommy and daddy’s room. Why do you want to be so independent already? Can I just keep you little forever and ever? You have a strict schedule and like to be asleep by 8 p.m. If not… well it’s no fun for anyone.

Eating

You love people food. You make anxious little grunts because we aren’t feeding you fast enough. I’m going to invent a little machine, like a ferris wheel with spoons, that I put in front of your face that just keeps feeding you. Mama’s milk is still your main food, and you like it straight from the source. Milk from a bottle? Ha. I just started back at work and you have been on a bottle strike. You will go the ENTIRE day without drinking any milk and wait for me to get home to nurse. You enjoy stressing Grandma out, huh?

Is this a sign you’re going to be a boob guy?

 

Favorites

You love to crawl. Especially where you aren’t suppose to go. Cords and outlets? Yes, please! Sister never showed interest in the “bad things” like cords, small objects, and outlets. But you? You move your little chubby legs as fast as they go so you can try and  electrocute yourself. Thanks for giving me more stress.

Standing. It was just recently you started pulling yourself up on furniture, and that sure excites you.

Kapri. Y’all share some special kind of love, and it makes my mommy heart burst. She will tell you to jump, and you ask, “how high?” Seriously. You LISTEN to her! Whenever you are in your bouncer, and Kapri tells you to start jumping, you do! Then when she tells you to stop, you do! I wonder how long you listening to her will last?

Sister’s toys. Sister’s toys are WAYYYY better than any of your “dumb” baby toys. I mean, high-heel princess shoes? PUT IN MY MOUTH! Play kitchen food? Gosh, a plastic asparagus has never tasted so good! PUT IN MY MOUTH! Barbies? PUT IN MY MOUTH! A little crinkly and bright baby toy? Get that crap out of here.

Daddy and I always say that you are just happy to be here. Happy to be here with us. Happy to have all the family you do. Happy to sleep. Happy to eat. Happy, happy, happy, happy! Let’s keep doing happy things, Baby Duke Man!

 

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Ezra Duke | 6 Months

You are a half year old!

Firsts & Milestones.

Your 6 month birthday is bittersweet. You are growing and growing and I love it, but you’re growing up and time is going by too fast. I can see in your eyes that you can’t wait to go after sister. You will grow up soon enough, my love. Stay little for me just a little while longer.

You had your first trip to the beach this past Memorial Day Weekend. I’m sure you had no idea where we were, but you seemed to love it.

You spent your first nights away from home at Grandma and Pop’s house while mama and daddy were on retreat. You slept great for Grandma. I know with me, you just want more cuddles – and easy milk access. Grandma’s milk factory has been closed for years…decades.. going on centuries now…. so why wake up? (My mom is going to love me for that one. Ha!)

You had your first carousel ride, train ride, and splash pad experience at Morgan’s Wonderland. You’re pretty accomplished for a 6 month old.

You celebrated your first Father’s day with daddy.

Your hair has been falling out, but you are still as handsome as ever. You pull off the comb over.

 

Sleeping.

You wake up about every 2 hours, almost on the dot, to nurse. Some nights you sleep longer than others. Even though I run on no sleep the majority of the time, I’ll pick you up anytime you need me. I’ve learned that babies don’t keep.

You still sleep on your belly with your hands underneath you – oftentimes with your butt in the air.

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Eating.

You tried mashed avocado for your first food. You didn’t know what to do with it and spit it all back out. Daddy said you better fix your ways because we’re an avocado eatin’ family! Ya hear? (I totally did that in a hick/redneck voice in my head while I typed.) Kapri ate what you spit back out – I’m telling you…that’s how much we love avocado. Baby drool? We don’t waste no avocado!

Until we find what you like to eat. Or you get on board with the whole avocado thing, mama’s milk it is.

 

Favorites.

I would still say your favorite is Kapri. Although, you do love that mama is home for the summer. I love it too.

Hair Pullin’. You get so happy and just grab and pull hair. You LOVE to pull sister’s hair. Thank God she’s hard headed.

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Smiling. You love to smile. You smile at everyone. My happy, easy-going baby.

Jungle Monkey. You love that monkey that hangs from your activity gym/mat. You get mad at him a lot. Or maybe you’re just talking to him about life.

Chewing your fingers. Those fingers are always in your mouth covered with drool.

 

Happy 1/2 Birthday, Baby Duke Man! (I’m only two days late writing this.)

 

Here’s a  6 month photo shoot I did in the backyard of the tubster.

[Thank you to my assistant, Daniel, for holding the fence boards in the background for me. You may have been literally behind the scenes, but the way you held that fence with so much strength was impeccable. Also, you didn’t tell me to hurry up while I was playing photographer. Your patience made me weak in the knees.  Kapri, thank you for just being yourself.]

We were going for the carpenter, wood-working, handy-man look. (It was cloudy, but still sunny. Hence all the frownies.)

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