Little Blessings
In an effort to remain positive about all of the changes in my life right now, I want to point out some things that having my in-laws living with us has brought in to my life. For instance, Mazzy is now sleeping in our bedroom. We had to move her entire nursery and squeeze it in to our bedroom. My little computer desk has been moved in to here, as well. I would offer pictures, but my memory card was misplaced in all of this moving and shaking and I have to pump Adam for information seeing as he was the person that moved my office stuff.
You might wonder what the two above changes have in common. I can tell you. The simple fact is that I can now sit on the computer while Mazzy talks herself to sleep all at the same time. When she wakes up her bright, happy eyes peep over the top of the lime green bumper and seek me out. Once our eyes meet and her chubby baby hand starts to reach up for the bars of her very convenient baby prison, in polished wood thank-you-very much, I feel like I am given something that I would have otherwise missed out on. And I don’t have to give up my endless obsession with searching the internet and talking to myself via a blog. Ha. The first few minutes after Mazzy wakes up are the best. It is like she has forgotten that the world would still be there when she wakes up and coming out of slumber is like being born multiple times a day. And she is happy about it.
Some of the other stuff that I have enjoyed is getting to know my niece and nephew, again. They are spirited children and they have adjusted rather well to the new environment. There was some resistance and, of course, now that they are comfortable there is a lot of boundary testing, but they seem happy. Phoenix, who is three, has shown the most change. He is alternately delightful and nerve-wracking. I am struggling with stepping aside and letting Stefanie keep him in check and kicking him back in line as soon as possible. My tone is a tad sharper than Stefanie’s and it is my house, so the lines become a bit hazy for me. I don’t want to step on toes, so I am focusing very hard on keeping my trap shut.
Hermione, my two and a half year old Shih Tzu-Yorkshire Terrier mix, has been rather over-protective of the baby. She will snap when someone child sized comes too close to Mazzy’s delicate baby head. On one hand I am proud of her for loving my child so much, but exhausted having to constantly been on edge when the kids are around. Hermione will basically keep to herself, but curious three year old eyes and hands make her feel a bit cagey. She has zero experience with children and the tiny bit of terrier in her is making all of the difference, it would seem.
As for the length of time, I don’t have a clue. There is so much “Maury Povich drama” as Adam puts it, that there is no way that we can eke out a plan at this juncture. I can only hope that we all continue to work well together and love one another. I am still not certain when exactly the Universe decided that my husband and I would be saving the world. I think I got short-changed. Shouldn’t I have a costume or a weapon or something?
You might wonder what the two above changes have in common. I can tell you. The simple fact is that I can now sit on the computer while Mazzy talks herself to sleep all at the same time. When she wakes up her bright, happy eyes peep over the top of the lime green bumper and seek me out. Once our eyes meet and her chubby baby hand starts to reach up for the bars of her very convenient baby prison, in polished wood thank-you-very much, I feel like I am given something that I would have otherwise missed out on. And I don’t have to give up my endless obsession with searching the internet and talking to myself via a blog. Ha. The first few minutes after Mazzy wakes up are the best. It is like she has forgotten that the world would still be there when she wakes up and coming out of slumber is like being born multiple times a day. And she is happy about it.
Some of the other stuff that I have enjoyed is getting to know my niece and nephew, again. They are spirited children and they have adjusted rather well to the new environment. There was some resistance and, of course, now that they are comfortable there is a lot of boundary testing, but they seem happy. Phoenix, who is three, has shown the most change. He is alternately delightful and nerve-wracking. I am struggling with stepping aside and letting Stefanie keep him in check and kicking him back in line as soon as possible. My tone is a tad sharper than Stefanie’s and it is my house, so the lines become a bit hazy for me. I don’t want to step on toes, so I am focusing very hard on keeping my trap shut.
Hermione, my two and a half year old Shih Tzu-Yorkshire Terrier mix, has been rather over-protective of the baby. She will snap when someone child sized comes too close to Mazzy’s delicate baby head. On one hand I am proud of her for loving my child so much, but exhausted having to constantly been on edge when the kids are around. Hermione will basically keep to herself, but curious three year old eyes and hands make her feel a bit cagey. She has zero experience with children and the tiny bit of terrier in her is making all of the difference, it would seem.
As for the length of time, I don’t have a clue. There is so much “Maury Povich drama” as Adam puts it, that there is no way that we can eke out a plan at this juncture. I can only hope that we all continue to work well together and love one another. I am still not certain when exactly the Universe decided that my husband and I would be saving the world. I think I got short-changed. Shouldn’t I have a costume or a weapon or something?
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