A little conundrum

Clara has taught her baby brother a lot of wonderful things.

For instance, she's had a huge impact on his vocabulary and verbal skills. We always wondered if her bubbly, outgoing personality would cause him to grow up a little quieter. I could have easily pictured her talking for a younger sibling. But that has not been the case.

My little baby boy is speaking in sentences these days. And the things that come out of his mouth are often Clara-isms. Like, "Sorry 'bout that!" and "It's yogurt time!" He has his own phrases too, like constantly telling me about the happenings of "Thomas the Engine," which he somehow makes into a two-syllable word since his little baby mouth can barely get out what he wants to tell us.

I really think having a one-year-older sibling has brought him up to her level with speech, and other skills as well. They're so close in age that he tries really hard to keep up, and is usually successful.

That has all been great, until last week. He was successful in learning something from her, alright. But it was something I most definitely did not want him to be taught.

My sweet 19-month-old is now climbing out of his crib.

It started a couple weeks in to them sharing a room. We had two different stints of house guests in June, plus we stayed in a hotel for a few days, and so they basically shared a room the entire month. It was going so well that we were even considering making it a permanent thing (Ryan was already dreaming up plans for a little man-corner in our third bedroom).

Then Luke decided that this escaping-from-your-crib thing that his sister does looked pretty interesting. And he had no trouble with it at all. Like most boys, he is a natural-born climber.

He was so tired that he almost fell asleep like this.

But he's just a baby. I don't even like that Clara gets out all the time, but I have some level of trust in her abilities (and even then, I know she could still break a bone). But a one-and-a-half-year-old? I'm guessing the risk level rises exponentially the younger they are. While Clara might have an iota of the concept of being careful, Luke has none.

For now, we're back in the newborn days of watching the monitor like a hawk. But that's just when I'm awake. I'm not really worried about him waking up and getting out overnight, because it wouldn't be like him to wake up calmly in the night and scheme about escaping his bed. He'd just scream for me. I'm more worried about what he may do in the morning before Ryan and I wake up.

And my biggest fear isn't even that he might hurt himself getting out. It's that he might climb on the double bed that is in there (his room also functions as a guest room) and jump and fall. Oh, there are countless ways to break a bone in this predicament!

But the hardest part so far has been that he no longer just cries in his crib at night when he doesn't want to sleep. Those days are over. He now just climbs out. And I go back and put him back in, over and over, for hours. My sister, brother-in-law and I tag-teamed and did that one night and man, is it hard! Since they went home yesterday, I just caved last night and let him stay up until 11. Not a permanent solution, that's for sure.

So what I am going to do? Well, either hope he gets over the novelty of climbing out (like Clara did, for the most part) and go back to how it used to be. If that doesn't happen, I guess we're looking at putting their crib mattresses on the floor in Clara's room (remember, his room has a guest bed that we're not interested in removing) and taking out almost everything else they could play with or climb on. If not for Luke, Clara could probably handle a regular toddler bed in her regular toddler room. But I feel like I have to bring it all down to his level since they are sharing.

But... here is where the conundrum gets even more complicated. See, there's this little problem that we're dealing with over here. It turns out that Clara has taken to biting Luke when they're alone in her room.

It happened a few times before we even put two-and-two together. Basically, I started spotting bite marks all over his body and then remembered seeing her do something to him on the monitor (which led him to scream out in pain) after she jumped in his crib during nap time. And we're pretty sure that at least two of the times he was sleeping. Then, yesterday, I caught her moments after it happened (he was awake for this one) and this time I was prepared.

It's been difficult to discipline since, for the most part, we realized so far after the fact. But she has gotten in trouble, and she and I have talked about it a lot. I'm just not sure what the cause is (since we're not in there at the time so it's probably not attention-related, nor is it over a toy [he was sleeping], and she seems to love having him in there with her, crying out his name when he's not), so it's hard to know how to change the behavior. By all accounts, she absolutely adores her brother. There are the normal sibling squabbles, but she has never, ever bitten him or anyone else in front of me. The only thing I can come up with is that even though she thinks she wants him in her room, she does resent losing her private time to play in her crib. I could always tell that was important to her. I mean, Luke is all up in her business a lot. A girl needs her space.

Anyway, that makes me nervous about putting them both, crib-less, in her room.

Does anyone have any experience with a young toddler climbing out? Or a child biting a sibling for no apparent reason, only when they're alone? I welcome advice on this little situation we are dealing with over here! Hopefully, a solution will present itself, or one or both behaviors will just stop. Until then, I'm just crossing my fingers that we won't have to make any trips to the doctor!

Big night out and great visit

It's been a while!

Well, as Ryan announced to me yesterday, the Month of Fun is over. My sister, brother-in-law and niece left early this morning and so ends our awesome stretch of exciting things to do and see. While I'm sad to see it go, it was Fun with a capital F. Here are some of the more recent highlights...

Ryan won an Emmy!

It was for his interview with President Obama. It was so exciting, and he got to give an acceptance speech and everything (he actually ran back up to the podium while the music was playing because he forgot to thank me, which ended up becoming a running gag of the night). 

Now, I love him dearly and, of course, I am super proud of him, but we both have been joking ever since he won that the excitement level over his win may be blown a tad out of proportion by friends and acquaintances. Don't get me wrong, it's a huge deal, but people are coming out of the woodwork for this. The response to this is on par with when we adopted Clara (if not more), and that was a pretty incredible situation. 

But everyone is familiar with an Emmy, so they are very impressed. And, in case you are wondering, by all accounts it is the same exact Emmy statue the stars get. Pretty cool! Yes, it is cool. And looks awesome on the resume (and, for now, on our mantle). And he deserves it for all his very hard work. But we are not letting it go to our heads over here ;)

Besides him winning, the night was a ton of fun. It was my first over-night away from the kids and we made the most of it, staying out until 2:30 in D.C.

The event was held at the Newseum in D.C.,

Trying to save a buck by riding the Metro to the awards got us there late. What were we thinking?

Just before the big win

And, as I mentioned, my sister and her family came into town the following week. We had a blast with them! It was so much fun for our kids to play together. We don't get to see them as often as we'd like, so it was great to have them stay with us and have the kids really get to know each other better.

Is my niece not the cutest? She is so sweet too. Here are some more shots from the week:

I seriously love this one. All I can think of when I look at it is DISHEVELED.

At Busch Gardens meeting Cookie! Really, they love him. Just not that close. And that's my sister if you couldn't tell ;)

These two really become best buds this visit.

And Caleigh has always had a thing for her Luke :)

Unfortunately, my anxiety was back on and off throughout the last couple weeks. But I really felt it lift late last night, and woke up this morning feeling like my head was suddenly clear. It's a great feeling. But I can't say I'm not a little worried about it rearing it's ugly head once again. Please pray for all those dealing with anxiety.

I also should report that I started hydrocortisone. I called my doctor (Dr. B) because of my extreme fatigue and he called me back himself. We had a great conversation about everything and it led to him saying I could start on 5mg of hc, and increase it to 10 after a week or two (that was the dose that did the trick for me last time). Even though my adrenals tested okay last Fall, I have been really feeling out of it lately. He wondered if something extremely stressful had happened between then and now, and I mentioned my month-long bout with debilitating anxiety. After all, my body doesn't know it was anxiety and not something super traumatic. I acted as if something really terrible was happening and probably suffered the same physical affects as if it had. So maybe it compromised my adrenals. Makes sense to me. 

I'm not feeling any different on the hc yet. Well, at least not until today. And I think today is a week, so maybe that's not a coincidence. 

Dr. B also made a point to thank me because, he told me, he has received eight or nine indirect referrals from me! Women who read my blog go to see him, and they all tell him, "You're not going to believe how I found out about you..." And by now, he said, he's not surprised! He is such a great doctor and good man. I am so lucky to have found him and really give him a great deal of the credit to getting me to where I could conceive Luke. I'm so happy others are making appointments with him and hope and pray they receive the same great care (physical and spiritual) from him that I have. 

Speaking of which, he prayed with me at the end of the phone call. I've said it before and I'll say it again - how many doctors do that? Hopefully his prayers will be heard. I am in a really good place with secondary infertility, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't love to be pregnant :)

Oh, and one more big thing! We got the adoption tax credit! I cannot stress enough how much I did not believe we'd ever see that money. But Ryan logged onto our bank account one night last week and there it was. No letter, nothing. Just a deposit. Seriously, that was a great moment. We are so relieved. We can now finish paying off our debts from our last adoption and begin to consider another one. Without the tax credit money, I don't think the option would have been on the table for many years. 

It was such an answer to prayer. And thank you to all of you who prayed when I posted about it a few months ago. God has been with us this entire adoption journey and I shouldn't be surprised he stuck it out til the end!

Month of Fun

During my bout with anxiety, I kept looking ahead to June. I knew it was going to be a jam-packed month. Just get through May, I told myself. There are so many fun things on the horizon. 

We are now knee-deep into our Month of Fun and loving it. And the best part is, it's not over yet. We've already made a trip to D.C. for a Mets game, and earlier this week we had a free stay at this cool place (Ryan was hired to host some educational videos for them). So beautiful. And did I mention free??

Currently, Ryan's parents are staying with us while Grandpa puts in a new tile floor in our kitchen (yay! Goodbye, yucky linoleum!) and while the guys worked this morning, Ryan's mom and I took the kids to a cute little town near us that's great for train-watching.

Next up, the Emmy awards are this Saturday and we get to dress up and even stay over! It'll be my very first time ever staying overnight away from the kids (other than the night I was induced - technically, Luke was in my belly and Clara was home with grandparents. But this will be just slightly different).

Then, a week from tomorrow, my sister, brother-in-law and niece are coming to visit. We can't wait!

I thank God every day for every anxiety-free day. And even on the days where I get a touch of it, I am still so grateful it's not as bad as last month. Thank you for your prayers. They are so, so powerful.

Of course, having fun means lot of pictures are taken (plus, Ryan signed me up for a photography class for Mother's Day, so there are even more pictures than usual!). I apologize to those of you who are facebook friends with me, because you've already been inundated with them. But for the rest of you (and please friend me if we're not already friends!), here's what we've been up to...

These kids were amazing at the Mets game. Life-long fans in the making!

I feel like this picture captures how hot it was. He's glistening :)

I had to include this one - Clara had to be "rescued" from the Nationals' play area by an employee. There were some scary minutes when I thought I had lost her. Thank God she was just way up in the tube things! Needless to say, it'll be a while before my kids play in this again.

Montpelier gardens. Absolutely beautiful. We had the place to ourselves one morning and we explored.

Our sweet girl loves to hug :)

They had a ball.

Family portrait with the Madisons ;)

You can't tell, but it's pouring here. Thank goodness for a big porch to play on while daddy was working.

Lukie loves to hug too :)

Love this one.

Looking for fireflies. Although it wasn't hard to find them because there were thousands.

 

Train watching today!

We saw five. It was amazing! The kids were giddy.

Seriously. This must be the height of awesomeness for a toddler ;)

One slight blip on the radar though: Upon returning home from seeing the trains today, Luke dislocated his elbow. Or, I should say, I dislocated Luke's elbow. Not the best feeling in the world, for him or me. We took him immediately to the doctor, who popped it back in and seconds later he was back to his happy self. Phew! I was so worried about the poor guy. He just wouldn't stop screaming and crying and holding his wrist (ya, I was surprised when it ended up being his elbow). Thank God it was an easy fix.

Now on to the rest of the Month of Fun!