Baby Stephanie

Two months ago, our baby Stephanie Grace arrived in the comfort of our living room (still can't get over that one!). Since then, our lives have been filled with much less sleep but lots more love! Baby Stephanie is a baby marvel. She is so strong! She not only holds her head steady (for weeks now), but also sits upright with support and will even pull up to standing sometimes. She started smiling her gorgeous baby smile a couple of weeks ago, and she has added in some baby talking ("Ah-goo") for good measure. She loves being held, but she will have lengthy discussions with mobiles and dangling toys if left to her own devices for short periods. One blessing of a second chid is a de-sensitization to noise. She can sleep through her sister tearing through the house, merrily (or not) shouting and having a grand ol' time. The reverse also seems to be true (Ellie sleeping through Stephanie noise), which is great! If only we could get them to sleep at the same time...

Oma is here!

Oma arrived Saturday afternoon for her first visit with baby Stephanie. The two of them seemed to hit it off quite well! The weather is cooperating to give us all a lovely weekend, so today we went to the beach to play in the warm sun and sand. Stephanie slept the whole time (she's a morning napper), but she had fun when we came home!

Baby class reunion

Last week, Ellie, Stephanie and I attended the reunion of our Dutch childbirth class. Look at this cuteness!

Tough times

The week hasn't gotten off to an auspicious start. In fact, it's been downright hard. Jennifer's version of Ellie's cold has turned nasty, and I have lost my voice. I'm all froggy and yuck, and I'm exhausted to boot. Yesterday, Ellie seemed to see this as a golden opportunity to go completely insane and be a typical 2 year old with wild and unacceptable behaviors. This is what I refer to as her "lion versus weakest gazelle" routine (the weakest gazelle being Mama). It was trying enough to make me want to compose a country-western song entitled "Out of Diapers, Out of Gas, and Out of my Mind". Then, it occurred to me that that could be the title of a whole parenting album about this oh-so-tough (but oh-so-worth-it) job. Life in Holland factors weren't helping much yesterday either. Just before dinner time, the smoke detector in the unoccupied house next door started going off. We called the realtor who is managing it, but they refused to come out to turn it off because there was no fire and it was after office hours. It beeped its incessant high-pitched beep ALL NIGHT LONG. Road construction near our house means the garbage truck won't collect on our street, so Markus has to walk the trash to the other side of the canal where the city has placed a temporary sign that says essentially "Put your trash here". Last night, we got a notice that vaguely indicated that we put our trash out on the wrong day or in the wrong place and would be fined for 3 bags, but of course there was no info as to what would have been correct. So, no trash pick-up at home, and no trash pick-up where the city says to dump it and a fine besides! ARGH. Trying to get Ellie to go to school this morning was like pulling teeth without novocaine. She ran away from me every time I approached with her jacket or shoes, despite the fact that she excitedly verbalized how badly she wanted to go to school. After school, we dealt once again (as we've been doing for several weeks now) with the parking nightmare that is our neighborhood under road construction. There was nowhere to park on the street, and someone had illegally parked in our private garage spot. I circled the neighborhood for over an hour, only finding a spot in time for Ellie to fall asleep in the car...which meant big tears when I had to get her into the house and into her own bed.
And I mentioned I'm sick, right?
This isn't fun.

So why am I writing this whining, complaining blogpost? I had to go through this mess, but you don't have to read about it. Who wants to read about complaining? I was just going to let this be another post-less day, but something else happened too that feels worth mentioning.

When I picked Ellie up from school today, she was sobbing huge, miserable, hurt tears...the kind of tears and crying that break a mama's heart. She stumbled tearily into my arms and clung to me as she rarely does these days. Her heart was broken. Something big must have happened, but what? I tried soothing her as I waited for her teacher to dismiss the other children so we could talk about it; Ellie cried into my hair the whole time. Finally, her teacher, Marie, came and gently told me that Ellie has been acting out in small ways ever since the baby came. Ellie has been jumping around during sit-quietly time, not following instructions, etc. (which is very un-Ellie-like) and smiling when she is asked to correct her behavior, though not correcting it without intervention. We have seen lots of these behaviors at home in the past few weeks too (deliberately coloring on the floor with markers, lots of happy defiance...), but since the timing didn't coincide with Stephanie's arrival, we thought she was picking these things up at school. Marie said she hadn't mentioned it because it's always small and it's not constant, so she accepted it as a normal, new-baby-at-home phase. Apparently, Ellie had a great day at school today, but just as they were lining up to leave, she dramatically held up her daily painting for all to see and tore it down the middle. Marie thinks Ellie must have shocked herself with what she had done, because (although the only reaction the teachers gave was surprise) she immediately dissolved into inconsolable tears, which is how I found her at pick-up. This story just broke my heart. My poor girl! We give her lots of love and attention, but a new baby (even an easy, sweet one) is a big adjustment. In the midst of my own exhaustion, I had lost sight of the fact that our dear Ellie is still a baby too. She's trying her best to be good and keep normal, but she is also having such a tough time sometimes.

I'm not beating myself up over this. Being a parent is HARD WORK, and even when I'm losing my nut, I am doing the best I can for my girls and my family. I'm not perfect and a lot falls through the cracks, but to do otherwise just isn't humanly possible most days. Still, today was a good reminder for me of Ellie's perspective. Being a big sister and a big girl and an obedient, polite girl and so many other adjectives is HARD WORK TOO. She's doing the best she can, even when she's losing her nut. Otherwise just isn't humanly possible most days.

Germs

Sorry about the lack of posting, but we are diseased. Ever since Ellie started school, she has had one cold after another, and the lessons in sharing seem to be taking hold. Ellie has shared this latest cold with us all, so the blog will be post-lite in the interim.

Unfortunately, this mess has coincided with Mary's visit! Mary is here visiting from Ocean Springs, and Ellie is so happy to see her! The weather has been lovely and sunny, so (aside from us having colds) Mary is getting the best of a Holland spring. Today, we went to Keukenhof to see the tulips. Keukenhof is one of the most photographed places in the world, and Mary really believes it! She kept her camera busy until the battery ran down. That's when I started with mine. Photographing tulips is like catching beads at Mardi Gras; I know I already have more than I could ever need or want, but I just gotta have more when I'm there!

Bakfiets

Since we've moved to Holland, Jennifer has been a fan of the bakfiets. A bakfiets is a bicycle with a box in front where you stow your kids and your shopping (or your dog). Getting around town by car is a major hassle, and cycling is the way to go. A bakfiets is the ultimate solution for families, and now that we have two kids, I'd really like to have one. We haven't gotten one yet because we have nowhere to store it when not in use, but we are thinking of getting one to bring along for the many bike paths in Perth. That led us to some internet research of different models, and just when you thought you'd seen everything...



This bakfiets holds up to 13 children. Yes, the image is photoshopped and not realistic, but the bike really does exist. It's a man-powered school bus on two wheels. This is insane.

Open confession

We’ve been keeping something from you. With total disregard to your loyalty as a blog reader, we have not been telling the whole truth for the past two months. Yes, we post updates and photos and have even resumed the food blog, but there has been an entire side-story missing. Today, you’re going to get the whole truth.

The white smoke has risen again.

Three times per year, the head honchos in Markus’s workplace cloister themselves away to decide the fates of the expats at their mercy. The question at stake is quite literally “Where in the world are we going next?” There is an element of self-determination involved. When an expat’s “window” comes up, he/she will search the internal jobsite and apply to those postings deemed most interesting and appropriate. Once the round is over, the head honchos come in, take a look at who applied where, and make the final decisions on where the expats will go. This means one can apply to three or four (or more) different jobs, interview, and wait…but not get the final say. Even if two or more places really want a particular person, that person may never know it. The head honchos make that choice and pass down the answers. The whole process takes well over a month, and it is only the start of an even bigger process of moving internationally, with visa applications and all kinds of wild rigamarole and bureaucratic red tape to enjoy.

Why would I blog about this now? After all, we are only just over a year into our four-year posting in The Hague. We’ve finally gotten over that yucky, first-year hump (the first year anywhere, even great places, is always tough). We have made good friends, found a great school for Ellie, discovered lots of fun places for kids, enjoyed many museum trips…generally hit our stride, found our groove, what-have-you. It’s true that we have a four-year contract but a two-year window, meaning we left ourselves open to the possibility of moving two years into the contract time (end of 2008). The Hague was a move we made to be closer to family during a difficult time, so Markus didn’t choose it for the job or his career. Just between ourselves, we had been talking of whether to stay or go. Markus is no fan of the climate here (as in “hates” with a capital M for “misery”), but there’s no denying the myriad benefits of living in The Hague despite the downsides. Besides, we’ve moved too often since that awful storm, and neither of us relished starting over somewhere new after finally settling in here. Heck, I can finally speak enough Dutch to complete my regular shopping (provided no one throws any unexpected dialogue my way)! I’ve really started enjoying life here (it’s that first year hump, I tell ya), so it was nice to have the choice of whether to stay or go, while knowing that we wouldn’t even have to make that choice until the end of the year. Right? Wrong.

As the birth of baby Stephanie approached, Markus’s boss noticed our 2008 window and casually mentioned that if he wanted to start looking for a new posting, he should feel free to look at the next round (opening in February) to see if anything was of interest. Within days, Markus’s name was on a list of expats set to move after the February round. So much for the casual look-around. Suddenly, our “openness to change” turned into a “don’t let the door hit you in the butt on the way out.” Bye-bye choice! Hello stress! At a time when all I wanted to do was nest and prepare for baby two, we faced the “Where in the world should we go next?” question. It wasn’t easy. It was downright unpleasant at times, not least because we both realized as soon as it wasn’t optional that neither of us wanted to move anytime soon. The head honchos were pushing us toward Sakhalin. We wanted something sweeter. Alas. We made some decisions, applied for four jobs (none of which was Sakhalin, which managed to stay in the running anyway), and waited for the agonizing process to run its course…except neither of us is very good at passively waiting. What would happen if we got none of the jobs we chose? Would they make us go to Sakhalin? Could we live with that? Such debates led to more investigations on our part, along with lengthy discussions on our short- and long-term goals. What do we really want? What will the company tell us we want? This week, we got the official word.

The white smoke has risen.
The word is Perth.
And the word is good.
(Amen.)

Perth, Australia, is to be our home for the next four years. If we have to move against our will, this is really an excellent option. From all accounts, Perth is beautiful and a great place for families. It’s warm and outdoorsy (this should keep the big kid in the family just as happy as the little ones), and the lifestyle is laidback and open. The obvious downside is distance. Perth is very isolated on the west coast of Australia. It’s a 5+ hour flight just to get to somewhere else in the same country, so seeing friends and family in the US and Germany will suddenly be a bit more challenging. On the flip side, it’s a great jumping-off point for exploring a part of the world we wouldn’t otherwise see, and our home will always be open to visitors.

The requested start date is July 1st, so it looks like we’ll be trading summer for winter this year (a first for Jennifer). Although we haven’t started the planning process yet (there’s still quite a bit of paperwork to be done), we expect the movers will come the last week or so of June. We’ve already booked at trip to the US in May. Good thing baby Stephanie has her passport ready!

So now you know it: the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. We are moving. Again. But we’re looking forward to it and are hoping for the best!

I amsterdam

This morning, we trekked to Amsterdam for baby Stephanie's appointment at the consulate to register for citizenship and obtain a passport. Not knowing how long we'd be there, we packed Ellie's lunch and extra kiddo supplies. Lucky us! It turned out to be a gorgeous, sunny spring day! The consulate didn't keep us long at all, so we ate lunch in the sunshine and had a play on the Museumplein between the Rijksmuseum and the Van Gogh Museum. Ellie made particular use of a large sculpture...




look closely for a little pink-clad person (Rijksmuseum in background)

posing mid-hug in front of the Van Gogh Museum


As an update, Ellie's cold has passed, so no more wailing from her. Hooray!
(Now the wailing is all Jennifer's. Lack of sleep--currently four nights' debt--has never been her forte.)

Just so you know

If you hear the distant sound of a child wailing in frustrated misery, it might be Ellie. Ellie has a wee cold. Alternating stuffiness and copious snot is not to be tolerated.

Or it might be us grown-up-types wailing pathetically. We haven't slept much in three days (having a cold makes Ellie wake up every hour or so).

A sunny spring morning at Clingendael

One month check-up

On Monday, baby Stephanie had her first doctor's appointment at the Consultation Bureau. You may remember from Ellie's visits there that the Consultation Bureau is a well-baby clinic for children in The Netherlands. Given Ellie's complete immunizations when we arrived, we thus far haven't visited the Consultation Bureau often. We should start a whole new record of that with Stephanie, who will begin her immunizations next month. This particular visit was just a first meeting and check-up. She weighed in at just over 9 pounds, nearly a whole kilo gained since birth! Yes, I realize I've mixed measures there, but she's weighed in kilos which means little to the average American reader of this blog (and me, to be honest). She is right on Dutch average for weight, height and head circumference. I'm not sure how that relates to the American growth scale, but Dutch people are quite tall and their babies are a good size, so at least we know the breastfeeding is working out for her! Her feet, which curled toward each other at birth due to position in the womb, are straigtening out and she's very strong. She can lift up to standing when she grips our fingers; I guess she knows it's best to hit the ground running in this house!

As detected by my excellent nurse mother during her recent visit, baby Stephanie has a small umbilical hernia. The doctor looked unconcerned and told us to expect it to heal by 3 months. Given the stalwart Dutch medical profession, I did research of my own and it assured me that this is relatively normal and not to worry. For those of you unfamiliar with the terminology, an umbilical hernia is an opening in the abdominal wall around the belly button that was present before birth to allow blood flow through the umbilical cord; the hernia just indicates it didn't close right away. In Stephanie's case, the opening is very small, so unless it starts to bother her, the best course of treatment is no treatment; it should heal itself. Our sweet little baby is in the throes of baby acne right now (caused by maternal hormones in the breastmilk), but that should clear up soon too. All in all, she is a healthy, happy baby. That's how we like it!


Ellie continues to be a model big sister! She is very sweet to the little one she usually refers to in full as "baby Stephanie Grace." We are counting our blessings that there haven't been any jealousy issues to date. We suspect this is partly because there has been little disruption to Ellie's routine, which is very important to her. The only real disruption she's had lately has been daylight savings, which started in Europe this week. Now, Ellie has a hard time getting to sleep at night, particularly because it is still light out at bedtime. This seems a widespread problem among wee ones in her set. One of her classmates summed it up perfectly when she announced to her mother: "No dark, no sleep." Oh dear.

Sleeping babies

This morning we drove again to the Burgers Zoo near Arnhem for some indoor fun and animal-observing. The zoo is beautifully designed, but there is a bit of a trek in the car to get there and back. Ellie ran an almost constant monologue during the drive. When it stopped, we took a look in the back seat and this is what we saw:




As I was uploading those pics, my little companion fell asleep again in my lap.



Stephanie is four and a half weeks old now. Where did that time go? In the past few days, she's suddenly become interested in the world. It just happened, like flipping on a switch. Newborns seem to wake up only for a reason: food, diaper, gas, whatever. When the need is met, they usually drop off again. Now, baby Stephanie wants to see what's going on when she's awake. She gets bored. She sits up tall to take a look around, and she keeps her head up on her own as often as she can (which is quite a lot for a wee one). Ellie was the same way. She just wants to know everything. Not too much to ask, right?

On a personal note, I have to brag about me while I'm bragging about the girls in this family. Yesterday, a girlfriend asked if I was back in my pre-pregnancy jeans yet, and I told her truthfully that I really didn't want to know and I hadn't tried. Of course, saying I didn't want to know made me actually want to know, so...TAH-DAH!


I may have a deeper understanding of what it feels like to be a sausage, but I am indeed back in the jeans and am wearing them today. Hooray for me!

Tulips and Snow

When we first heard the weather forecast for Mimi's visit, we were disappointed: a mix of rain, sleet, hail, wind, snow, and maybe some sun for the next five days. Alas. Indeed, when she first arrived, a messy mix is exactly what we got. Mimi didn't mind, but we were hoping for better venturing weather so we could get out and about more. And then Mimi's wintry wishes came true: it started snowing. Yes, we still got wintry mix and no, it didn't stick much, but we did have snow every day. Beautiful, soft white, drifting, floating snow. Cold-weather-lovin' Mimi couldn't have been happier!


Despite our weariness of the other elements in the wintry mix, we defied dark clouds on Monday and headed to Keukenhof to see the early bloomers. The bulb season has just started, but we were hoping to show Mimi some famous Holland tulip fields in bloom...or at least some cultivated tulips gardens in bloom. Unfortunately, it's still a few weeks too early for most of the tulips, but we had a great time anyway. Keukenhof has gorgeous grounds that were starting to bud, and they maintain an incredible indoor display of greenhouse bulbs in bloom. Best of all was that beautiful, drifting white snow that started shortly after we arrived. I don't think Mimi would have minded walking in that snow even if there were no flowers to see at all.







Apparently, it was also the Dutch Red Hat Society Day at Keukenhof. Whether or not this was official, I cannot say, but there were LOTS of ladies in purple and red that day.



Alas, Mimi headed home today. We girls piled into the car to drive her to the airport, and off she went! We wish we could see her more often, but we are thankful for the great week we had! If only it could have lasted longer... Jennifer is not very good at letting others help her. Even when completely over-tasked and has obviously helpful people on hand, she still tries to do it all. Take for example last night when she was making dinner and dessert when the baby needed to nurse. Mimi eventually convinced Jennifer she could finish the cupcakes, but even then Jennifer was scrambling to finish on her own, as if Mimi weren't extremely overqualified to scoop batter into muffin cups. Surely Jennifer would have allowed Mimi to take over more as time went on. In another week or so, she might have given up cooking and cleaning to Mimi entirely. On the other hand, maybe Mimi is glad she left before that happened. The house has four floors, after all.
We will certainly miss her! Ellie loved having a Mimi playmate for the past days, and baby Stephanie was happy for the extra loving arms and warm lap.

Mimi is here!

Mimi arrived Thursday morning, and we are so happy to have her here! She and Ellie are having a great time together. Ellie wants to tell and show Mimi everything. We've taken advantage of breaks in the crap weather to visit the Mauritshuis and Clingendael, and yesterday we made a trek to Antwerp in search of chocolate and waffles. Mimi says we are not to entertain her, but we can't help ourselves.





Baby Stephanie is growing every day. We can't believe she's almost a month old already! We even caught an accidental baby smile on camera.

Crazy weather

It's now the middle of March. All the bulbs are blooming. The flowering trees are flowering. And it's snowing.
This weather is insane.

Weekend doings

This weekend, we went in search of something different. Our routine (i.e., "Ellie's routine") is fairly set, but sometimes we itch to break out of the mold a bit. Of course, any breaking out has to be within the realm of what would still interest Ellie, so on Saturday we made a trek to Delft. Delft is a lovely city, only a short train ride away from The Hague (and Ellie LOVES riding the train!). If we were staying here longer and wanted to buy a home, I would want to buy in Delft. It's small, full of charm, and seems to be full of relatively friendly (and kid-friendly) people. During our first week in Holland, we visited Delft and discovered a lovely lunchroom/tearoom that not only has good food and friendly staff, but also has toys, a high chair and a changing table (you have no idea what a windfall this is in this country!). Now, we visit that spot every time we trek to Delft, and Saturday was no different. The new twist we added was a visit to Serpo, a reptile zoo with a lovely, accessible website (www.serpo.nl), which we thought Ellie would enjoy. She's taken a fancy to the critters in the Riverhall at Blijdorp, so it seemed a safe bet. In effect, we were right: Ellie did enjoy it. She likes looking at snakes and reptiles, and she is very interested in their names and colors. What we didn't count on was the total creepy factor of what is in reality a VERY home-grown (mostly deadly) reptile shrine (think of a small zoo that could result when the redneck side of the Adams Family was told by local authorities it's not allowed to keep alligators at home). I took a picture, but it came out too well to capture the icky factor.


Markus and I both expected to see a snake or tarantula crawling out from under a cage at any moment. We lasted about 10 minutes, and that was enough. The hairs on my neck crawl just thinking about it. Ew.

All was well again after a lunch of hot soup and bread, and an afternoon playtime of blowing bubbles in the garden.


On Sunday, we made up for it with a trip to the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam. As usual, our munchkins were the only munchkins in the place, but we're always proud of how Ellie handles museums. And now we can say that at the tender age of 2.5 weeks, Stephanie has been formally introduced to Rembrandt and Vermeer. The weather is still quite cold (nasty wind and drizzle!), so here's how Stephanie leaves the house:



Sometimes we have to force ourselves to remember that she is not even three weeks old yet. She has been such an easy addition thus far that it seems that she's been with us for much longer. Like her big sister, she is very strong and alert. She likes to look around and see what there is to see, and she tries to keep her head up (with decent success) when being held, which (as a total snugglebug) she loves.



The snugglebug side of her also wants to be held close while sleeping. Jennifer couldn't be happier to oblige, particularly during naptime. Ellie loved sleeping on our chests too, and we have missed it. Markus took this picture Sunday afternoon and managed to capture four happy nappers in one frame.



Now it's a start of another week. This week is special because Mimi arrives on Thursday to meet her namesake. We are so excited! Ellie can't wait! Every time she hears someone at the door, she looks up expectantly and asks, "Mimi?" We know my mom is going to be tickled to pieces over Ellie's vocabulary and Stephanie's baby sweetness. It's a good thing we have lots of space in this house, because we're pretty sure Mimi will never want to leave once she sees these girls.

Balance

In the interests of fair and balanced reporting, I need to update a little further on our 2.5-year-old's latest doings. While happy defiance and two-year-old tantrums do feature, they really aren't too bad when we've had some sleep, and there's lots of other good stuff to balance them out.
Within the past few weeks, Ellie's vocabulary has hit another noticeable explosion, and she now conducts conversations in (mostly) complete sentences. Although the grammar is a blend of English, German and toddler rules, she manages to make herself very well understood and she is often a marvel among the toddler set. This girl has something to say, and darn it all if she isn't going to say it! She gets very excited recounting adventures and often there's a lot of gasping for air in the midst of a sentence, as in:
"Yesterday (hunh hunh) Ellie's stripey hat (hunh hunh hunh) fell canowl" [that's "canal" for you laymen]. "Wind (hunh hunh) strong wind (hunh) blew Ellie's stripey hat (hunh) canowl. Yeah."
That "yeah" reminded me of another change: her attendance at the British school has almost entirely replaced Ellie's "yeah" with "yes", and of course during snack time at school she has fruit and a "biscuit" [cookie].
As always, we have to be very mindful of what we say, because it certainly comes back to us, and usually at the most unexpected times. For example, at bedtime, Markus will often have to wait several minutes before getting Ellie into her pajamas, because he has been told, "Ellie need put all friends in bed. Just a second, Papa. Please wait."
Even the happy defiance has its own accompanying commentary. This morning after scattering 50 animal-shaped plastic cookie cutter across the kitchen floor, Ellie stretched out her arms in amazement and exclaimed, "Look all these cookie cutters on floor!" Well, now...I wonder how that happened.

In other news, I have been tagged by gail for the "5 Things About Me" meme, so here goes:

1) I am a sucker for unexpected, romantic gestures.

2) Since having lived in New Orleans, I get nostalgic for food first when I reminisce about places we've been.

3) I eat popcorn with butter and salt nearly every day. I have had this addiction since the sixth grade.

4) When I was little, I used to spin and spin in my WonderWoman Underoos thinking that if I spun fast enough, I could change clothes just like Linda Carter did on TV. Now that I'm a mom, I just want to be ElastiGirl from "The Incredibles."

5) I often create large goals or projects for myself that I keep secret. Perhaps I don't want anyone to know about it in case I abandon it or fail in some way. Perhaps I just like secrets.

It ain't the GRE, but it's a big test all right!

Yesterday was Markus's first day back to work, which meant it was my first day alone with both girls. Baby Stephanie has been such an easy addition to the house, particularly while Markus was home. Ellie is such a daddy's girl that she doesn't want anything to do with me while he's around anyway, so I was able to cocoon my world around our newborn girl for nearly two weeks. By Saturday night, I was starting to worry what it would be like when he went back to work. Why? Ellie has been acting out in new and interesting ways.

Given that she is now two and a half years old, it's hard to say if it's her age or the baby or both (probably both), but she's moved into a phase of what I call "happy defiance" that leaves me ragged. Yes, she has tantrums. Whopper, nasty drama queen tantrums over silly things like not eating cupcakes for dinner, but those can be tuned out to a degree. The happy defiance is all new, and boy, is it effective at making Mama crazy. Ellie has always been obsessed with order. We never had to baby-proof the house. She has always taken good care of her toys and even better care of her books. But lately... It started with coloring on the table and chairs and floor. Within days, she'd evolved into throwing toys on the floor, dismantling the organization of the diaper stand at every opportunity (diapers everywhere!), jumping off of furniture... Yes, we know this is all typical 2 year old behavior, but it's VERY atypical Ellie behavior. The strangest part is she's gleeful about it. She had done similar things in the past while frustrated as part of a tantrum, but now she just seems to make me crazy for fun. She couldn't be happier about making a huge mess, and she just as gleefully refuses to participate in cleaning it up again (or doing just about anything I specifically request). One of her favorite responses is, "No, not today" (AKA: score Ellie 12,345,652; Mama 0). I've never heard the word "No!" so often in my life. So you see, I was feeling a bit of trepidation about this week.

I'm happy to report: so far, so good. Yesterday passed uneventfully, and we all survived unscathed. We did our usual trip to the zoo's Oceanarium, despite nasty gale-force winds and cold driving rain (not fun, but we had to get out of the house). This morning, Ellie went off to school without a care in the world. Maybe she's just happy to have her normal routine back. Maybe it's the calm before the storm. Who knows? We're just taking it one day at a time. Thankfully, baby Stephanie is happy to go along for the ride. She has been very easy so far, and we're very thankful! She only wakes up a couple of times per night to feed, and she doesn't cry much at all. During the night, I wake up to lip-smacking sounds rather than wails, which is pretty nice! Ellie was an easy baby too, so we weren't counting on being so lucky twice.

As expected, I feel behind on just about everything, but I will try to keep the posts coming. Please keep the comments flowing!

Breastfeeding Logic

After a few moment's observation of me feeding baby Stephanie, Ellie announced, "Ellie has nipples! Lolo wants to eat Ellie's nipples." Then she lifted her shirt and hoisted Lolo into position.
What a lucky doll.

Meet Stephanie Grace

Here we are at day six, and our little family is still doing great! Our new bundle is named Stephanie Grace, after Jennifer's mom. The suspense on the blog was necessary delay-time until the Mimi could be told her name first. Baby Stephanie is a sweet and easy baby thus far, and we are all happy and thankful. Ellie continues to be in a terrific mood and is thrilled to be a big sister, though her mood could also easily be attributed to Papa taking this time off and spending it with her. She's such a Papa's girl!



Yesterday was our last day with the kraamzorg, Astrid. Astrid was wonderful, and we are really impressed with this service. As I blogged before the birth, the Dutch have a system in place whereby mother and baby recover at home with personal care from a kraamzorg (maternity nurse). On average, the kraamzorg comes for 8 days, 6 hours each day. As this is our second baby and Markus is taking time off, we reduced that to 5 days, 4 hours each. The kraamzorg takes care of the mother and baby, providing not only post-natal care but also instruction on all new parenting skills from diapering and bathing to breastfeeding and maternal recovery. Astrid arrived each morning at 7:30 and made sure I took my vitamins and ate a healthy breakfast; then she bathed/weighed/looked after baby Stephanie and did some light chores (starting laundry, organizing baby items, etc.) to make sure I stayed in bed and rested as much as possible. Markus took Ellie out to play and do special activities while Astrid was home with me, and everyone was a winner! This morning is our first day without Astrid here, and we're doing just fine. It was an amazing service, and considering that it's standard and nationally provided is pretty incredible. Plus, we really liked Astrid (excellent bonus!), who also was here to assist with the home delivery.


Yesterday we also had a follow-up check-up with our midwife Christine, who was the lady here to "catch" when Stephanie arrived. Christine was a lovely, calm presence during the labor and the birth, and we are so happy she was the person on call that night! I hadn't had an appointment with her prior to that day, so THE night was the first meeting...but we were lucky to have her. She has been a midwife for 17 years, and she instinctively melted into the background and let that night be all about me and Markus and birthing our baby. The midwife practice has sent someone to check in with me four out of the past six days, but it was especially nice to see Christine again.



In the coming days, we'll just be waiting and watching for baby Stephanie to meet the three criteria for going out and about (cord stump fallen off, birth weight regained, at least 8 days old) and trying to rest and relax as much as possible. We should also be getting her started with the Consultation Bureau soon too, and we'll update on that as we have appointments to note. Ellie had school holidays last week, but she'll go back to that schedule tomorrow morning. Our new routine has begun!