Holly is Six Months Old Today!

Holly has two teeth and is on the verge of crawling. For the past week or so, whenever she’s on her belly, she gets her knees up under her and rocks back and forth, like she’s trying to move forward. It’s super cute, and I’ll get some video of it this weekend. Anyway, I suspect she may crawl before her next monthly birthday. In the meantime, she has become pretty adept at rolling and inchworming her way around on the floor. That means a new round of childproofing is called for. Since Emrick is well past the putting-everything-in-his-mouth stage, he has lots of toys now that would be choking hazards to Holly. So this weekend I plan to make a thorough sweep of his playroom, and remove any chokables I find. We’ll move them into Emrick’s bedroom probably.

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Can you see her teeth?

Holly weighs about 15 and a half pounds and measures nearly 25 and a half inches long. She’s our smiling, blue-eyed sweetheart. We love you, little Holly Belle. ~muah!~

Complaints for a Monday

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Emrick and I both came down with colds over the weekend, and I am trying desperately not to let Holly get sick. I’m sure my efforts are pointless, though, since we are pretty much attached at the torso 15-18 hours a day. I’ve been telling Emrick to keep his distance from her as well, which is difficult for him because he loves to give her hugs and kisses. But I’ve taught him to give her a pat on the back rather than a hug, and to kiss her foot (yes, her foot) rather than her cheek. He’s not allowed to touch her hands or her face. Those are the rules, but they haven’t been a breeze to enforce. Back in December, both of the kids and I were sick, but it wasn’t too bad. It didn’t seem to affect their sleep too much, miraculously. If we all must be sick again, I’m hoping it will be similarly mild.

As I type this, I hear Emrick in the kitchen, playing with a plastic container of Cheerios. They’re pretty old, and probably stale, so I don’t really mind that he is scooping them out of the box, and into a bowl, and then dumping them back into the container again. And I don’t mind that some of them are getting on the floor, or that I just heard him say, “Holy crap. Look at all those Cheerios,” although I probably should. I don’t want him going off to preschool in a few months saying, “Holy crap. Look at all those shapes!” Instead, I will teach him to say, “Oh my goodness!” and then I’ll be better about watching my language.

Kids, though. You never know what they’re going to pick up, or what ideas they get from watching you. And some of Emrick’s notions really seem to come out of nowhere. A few minutes ago, he picked up Holly’s teething giraffe after wiping his hand across his nose. I snatched it from him and told him not to touch Holly’s toys while he is sick. Then I took the giraffe to the sink to wash it off. While I rinsed it off, Emrick said, “Mommy’s going to send it down the drain.” I said, “No, honey. I’m just washing it so Holly doesn’t get sick.” Unconvinced, he said again, “Mommy’s going to wash Holly’s giraffe down the drain.”

It’s funny. A few months ago, when I warned him that I would take the tablet away if he didn’t behave, he said, “Mommy’s going to break it.”

“No.”

“Mommy’s going to take it to the sink and get it wet.”

“Uhhh. Nope.”

I don’t know where he gets this stuff! I mean, for the record, I have literally never threatened to destroy one of his toys. Threatening to take them away? All the time. But never to destroy them. All I can think is that maybe he misunderstands my warnings that he could possibly break one of his toys if he is too rough with them as threats that I will be the one to do the breaking.

What I say: “Be careful with that, or it could break.”

What he hears?: “Be careful with that, or I will break it.”

Kids.

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Emrick just said, “Yay, Emrick cleaned up all of the Cheerios.” (He still refers to himself in the third person sometimes, but he’s getting better about using “I”). Since Holly was finished with her snooze across my lap, I got up, put Holly in the exersaucer, and checked the pantry floor. Not a Cheerio to be seen. I said, “Great job, Emrick! I didn’t even have to ask you. I’m so proud of you!” And then I gave him a hug. He said, “Yay, Mommy is happy of Emrick and the Cheerios.”

I said, “That’s right.”

He said, “Mommy and Holly and Baby Doll are happy of Emrick and the Cheerios.”

*shakes fist* Darn you, Baby Doll! You are not in this family!!

As soon as Baby Doll gets her first cold, I’ll consider her a Sorensen. Until then, outsider forever!

New topic: I am still working on Holly’s nursery. That pink paint? FIVE coats. FIVE (5). F.I.V.E. I do have that second hand dresser stripped, though, which is good. Next up is a sanding, then priming, painting, and a finishing coat. It’s just nigh impossible to get anything done during the day, especially since Holly is in one of her not-napping-well phases. Also, I have decided to paint the trim a truer white. As you may recall, I decided that the shade of pink I put in the nursery made the yellowy “Dover White” look dingy. So what I’m saying is, it will probably be a few more weeks before Holly gets to move in.

Annnyway, Holly will be six months old on Thursday, which just so happens to be my birthday. I will be [static*mumble*unintelligible*indecipherable*static] years old. I hope we’re not too sick to enjoy it.

Happy Monday, everybody!

P.S. Tonight is the premier of season 2 of Bates Motel. If you missed season 1, you’ve got about 8 hours to binge watch it on Netflix, which I highly recommend. Can’t wait!

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Teeth!

On Saturday, Marcus noticed that one of Holly’s bottom teeth was just starting to poke through the gum. I checked for myself and agreed. The faintest white dot was visible and I could feel the roughness with my finger.

Both Marcus and I had been feeling Holly’s bottom gums once or twice a week lately to see if her teeth had begun to sprout yet. She’s been drooling like mad for a couple of months, which means I’ve been expecting teeth “any day now” for quite a while. I’ve read that drooling does not necessarily mean teething, though, and since the drooling went on for so long with no sign of teeth, it may not be related. In any case, it is now Tuesday, and the full top ridges from BOTH of her bottom front teeth have now erupted. I’d take a picture, but I think they’re still too small to show up in a photo. Maybe this weekend they’ll be ready to make their blog debut.

In the meantime…

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“Baby Doll”, as she’s known in this house, is basically another baby sister as far as Emrick is concerned. When I ask Emrick to name who is in our immediate family, he always lists Baby Doll. If *I* talk about who’s in our family, and I neglect to mention Baby Doll, he reminds me. He kisses and cuddles her, and sometimes wants to nap with her. I said to Marcus, “I’m not sure how that Baby Doll chick finagled her way into this family, but she’s gooood.”

For a while there, Emrick was getting a kick out of having his two favorite girls do everything together. If I put Holly in the swing, Emrick put Baby Doll on top of her; if I put Holly in the rocker, Emrick put Baby Doll next to her. He once even tried to get me to nurse Baby Doll. I’m not sure why, since he has nursed her himself several times since we brought Holly home in September.

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Seriously, he does this without prompting. Marcus first told me about it when Holly was just a few weeks old. Apparently, while he was trying to get Emrick changed into his pajamas one night, Emrick lifted his shirt and got Baby Doll into nursing position. He was quite pleased with himself.

Some of Emrick’s efforts to treat Baby Doll like Holly don’t turn out so sweet, though. One day, after seeing me buckle Holly into her swing, Emrick attempted to use the same buckle on Baby Doll. He wasn’t sure how it worked, though, and ended up just putting the center of the buckle (the part that comes up between the legs) on Baby Doll’s wrist. Poor girl looked like she was shackled.

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She doesn’t seem too bothered  by it, though. Emrick later attempted to shackle Holly in a similar fashion, but as I wasn’t too keen to see  how that turned out, I put a stop to it.

Anyway, no sign of teeth in Baby Doll yet, but Emrick and I are hoping that neither she nor Holly proves to be a biter. Ouch.

Emrick’s Enrolling in Preschool

I’m not sure how it is elsewhere, but around here preschool enrollment for the fall starts in January or February, depending on the school. I’d thought about enrolling Emrick this past August, but there were two problems with that: 1) he wasn’t fully potty trained, and 2) he wasn’t yet three when the local preschools were starting classes. All of the preschools I researched online required that students already be age three by the time class started, so sending Emrick to preschool this past fall was a no-go. And that’s just as well. With the Kindergarten cut-off age in Utah being September 1, Emrick won’t be able to start until August 2016. So holding off on preschool until 2014 makes more sense, as I don’t think he needs more than two years of it before starting Kindergarten.

A couple of weeks ago, Marcus and I toured a pre-school (actually, it’s Preschool through Grade 8) that is very close to our house. I knew this school existed, but I had no idea they had a preschool until I got a postcard advertising it in the mail. (As it turns out, this particular school will admit children who are just two years and nine months, which doesn’t matter to us at this point, I guess). This school makes a big deal about how they are academically focused; they’ll teach your kid to think; they’re not a glorified daycare, yada yada. And that’s all good, but also IT IS CLOSE TO OUR HOUSE.

So I filled out an application for the school and hope to get it turned in tomorrow. I am sure Emrick will benefit from the academics, but the main reason we are sending him is so that he can have more time interacting with kids his age. He needs that socialization, and of course, I think it will help him to slowly ease into the practice of spending all day at school in a few years. There are various school schedules offered, and the application asks for my top three preferences. My first preference is the morning class for two days a week; my second pref is the afternoon class for two days a week; my third preference is the three-day-a-week morning class. They offer five-day-a-week and all-day programs, but thankfully, those are not necessary for us at this time.

A birth certificate is to be submitted with the application. I’d never bothered to obtain a copy of Emrick’s after he was born, so I asked Marcus to pick one up because his work is relatively close to the Utah County Health and Justice building. I also asked him to get a copy of Holly’s as long as he was down there. So tonight when he brought the kids’ birth certificates home, I looked them over and noticed a mistake on Holly’s. Her BC says that she weighed 7 lb., 6 oz. at birth, when in fact she weighed 7 lb., 5 oz.

I know. On a scale from one to ten for how much something matters, this mistake does not even register. It’s like -2. But here’s the thing. When the birth certificate clerk at the hospital had me review her typed info before submitting it to the Health Department, I caught her mistake then and I pointed it out to her. She then compared her typed form with the handwritten one that I’d filled out (and from which she’d taken the information for the typed form), and she agreed that she’d accidentally entered the wrong weight. She told me to make a notation on the form and she would fix it, so I did. But obviously, she submitted the faulty information anyway. Again, I know this mistake isn’t going to keep Holly out of Astronaut school, or the White House, but still, details matter. I despise inaccuracies, and I will always be just a little bothered that her bc is wrong, even though I know that the piece of information in question is so inconsequential as to make it the worst waste of time in the world if I were to actually try to have it changed. But arrrrgh.

Anyway, preschool!

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Holly’s Nursery

Well, I have finally started to get Holly’s nursery ready. She has been sleeping in our room (but in her crib) since we brought her home, and will continue to sleep with us for another month or so, and then off she will go to her own digs.

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This is the room she is moving into. It shares a Jack-and-Jill bathroom with Emrick’s room and has served as a guest room ever since we moved into this house in 2009. We’ve had a queen bed in here for the past few years, which had to be moved out as I prepped the room for painting. It’s currently leaning against the bannister on the upstairs landing, and will make its way to the basement eventually.

Last spring while I was pregnant, I had visions of a pink and peach nursery. I pictured pale peach walls with deep pink accents. Peach is a very 80s color, but I have always thought it looked pretty with dark pink. So I started Googling “peach pink nursery” for some ideas, and that was fine, but I hadn’t really settled on a plan. Then, late in the summer, I found and bought this dress at a Carter’s outlet store:

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And I looooove it. It’s a coral shade of pink, set off by a gray and white background. I think it is so, so darling. So when I started to think seriously last month about getting the nursery ready, I turned to this dress for inspiration. I considered painting the walls a deep coral pink, but I knew that could be a little overwhelming. So I thought instead that it might look nice to have coral accents against gray walls. But if I went with gray walls, it would have to be a really, really light gray. A shade of gray even as dark  as in the dress above would be too much for a color that was going to cover all the walls, in a small room that faces northwest, and is to be occupied by a baby girl, not a tax accountant.

So I searched around and found a very light gray that I liked a lot, and that seemed to be devoid of any blue, green, or purple undertones (as grays so often are). You’d be surprised at how hard it is to find a simple gray that doesn’t pick up those other hues when placed next to certain colors. Anyway, the gray I liked is “Crushed Ice” by Sherwin Williams:

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It looks somewhat taupe here, but the paint swatch, which I picked up at a Sherwin Williams paint store, doesn’t look that way at all, and neither do the pictures of actual rooms painted with this color. Anyway, so I decided on Crushed Ice as a strong contender for the wall color.

As for where my coral pink would come from… Back in December I was browsing the local classifieds for second-hand furniture listings (this is how I have fun) and I spotted a hideous but interesting dresser for sale for $30. Hideous because the paint job was the worst paint job in the history of the world, but interesting because it had a nice shape. A new paint job could make this piece really pretty and unique. So I bought it! I initially had it in mind to use as a foyer table, using the drawers as storage, but a couple of weeks later, after I’d settled on a coral+gray color scheme for the nursery, I thought it might be fun to paint it a bright coral pink and use it in the nursery instead. A coral dresser would look great against a pale gray wall, or maybe against a gray and white stencilled wall, kind of like in the dress.

Here is the dresser with its hideous paint job. (This is how it looked when we bought it):

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AGAIN — TO BE CLEAR — I DID NOT DO THIS TO THIS DRESSER. THIS IS HOW IT WAS WHEN WE BOUGHT IT. And YES, it is hot pink with yellow and green argyle diamonds on it. Apparently, the previous owner wished upon a star and that’s what she got. Argyle. When we went to look at/buy this dresser in December, the woman who answered the door looked about 30. She said the dresser had served her well for many years, but that she didn’t “have room” for it anymore. I hope she assaulted the dresser with this paint job when she was fifteen years old or something, and not, you know… last year.

You may not be able to tell from the pictures, but the paint looks very gloppy in some areas and so the dresser needs a good stripping before it is repainted. I have already made one attempt at stripping it, but it was a bit of a bust. But the plan is to strip this baby and paint it a coral pink. I once again turned to Google for ideas for a good coral paint color, and found that lots of people have painted their dressers coral. So much for thinking I had an original idea! I have spent hours, literally, trying to decide on the right coral pink paint color. The internet seems to favor Benjamin Moore’s “Coral Gables”, Sherwin Williams’ “Charisma”, and Behr’s “Cool Lava”, but some of those swatches look a lot different in person than they do online. And so in studying the dozens of paint swatches I picked up over a period of several weeks, I found that Benjamin Moore’s “Old World” seemed most to have the quality I was looking for. Not too pink, not too orange, not too muddy.

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If all goes well with my next paint-stripping attempt, I’ll have the dresser painted “Old World” before the end of the month. And if I can’t get enough of the old paint off to make the new paint job look good? Well, I’ll just re-list it in the classifieds and tell the buyer that I don’t “have room” for it.

Now back to the walls. Although I thought I’d decided to paint the walls gray, I started to second guess that choice. I saw some gray-walled nurseries online that  still managed to look sweet and light and baby-appropriate, but still, I began to wonder if even that very light shade of gray was a little bleak for a nursery. And then I began to think to myself, How often do you get an excuse to paint your walls PINK?? If it were a pale enough pink, and if it had a peachy quality to it, then the coral would still create a nice contrast with it. Besides, a pale peachy pink wall color had been my original plan while I was pregnant anyway. So I started to examine the lightest shades on all of those coral paint swatches I’d picked up.

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And I settled on Benjamin Moore’s “Bridal Pink”.

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It’s a nice, pale, peachy pink and will be a nice backdrop for the white crib, the coral dresser, and… gray curtains? I don’t know. I definitely still want gray in the nursery (I think), and I also plan to maybe stencil one wall, so maybe I will use gray paint there. Or maybe metallic gold! Yeah, gold. Can you tell that I am extremely indecisive and have trouble sticking to one decorating vision for a room? No?

Well, despite my indecisiveness, the Bridal Pink is etched in stone (or rather, dried in large swaths of latex) because I bought it last week and it’s already on the walls. I am not finished yet. There are two coats up, and it needs a third, but here it is so far:

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Yeah, that’s pretty bad for two coats, isn’t it? The BM paint has primer mixed in with it, so when discussing it with Marcus, we decided that even though we would be painting light pink over dark tan, that we could get away without priming first. But alas! It appears we need at least a third coat. And I tell you, it’s one thing to three-coat the walls; it’s another to three-coat all of the edges around the trim and ceiling, which has to be done with a brush because the roller doesn’t reach those spots. I just did the third coat on the edges on Monday, while the kids napped, and man, that !@#$ is tedious. Tuesday I will do a third coat with the roller, and if that doesn’t cut it, my girl may just have to live with patchy walls.

But that’s not even the worst of it. Actually, that probably is the worst of it. But almost as bad is that the shade of pink I chose does not look good with the shade of white that’s on the trim and the doors. The shade of white on the trim is Sherwin Williams’ “Dover White” and it was put in the house by the builder.

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It looks good against the original dark tan, and it also happens to look good with Benjamin Moore’s “Moonshine” which I used in the office and the play room.

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It’s a very off-white, yellowy, ivory color that looks crisp and clean against deeper shades, but against the bale bridal pink, it just looks old and dingy.

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I really shouldn’t post that picture above because I know that in that picture, the Dover White (shown most prominently on the closet doors) looks fine. Not ideal, but good enough. But in person, I promise you, it looks really bad. Even Marcus agrees. The doors look old, dirty, and yellowed by time. If I were more talented, I’d probably try to work with it and play up an “antique”-looking vibe with it. But since I am not sure I’d know how to pull that off, my options are either just to leave it as is and ignore it as I plan the furniture and decor for the rest of the nursery, OR repaint it. That means repainting all the baseboards, the closet doors, the door to the room, and the door to the Jack-and-Jill bath. And oh my, the ceiling too! That’s a lot of work, and I wasn’t sure if it was “okay” to have the trim in one room be different from the trim in the rest of the house. So I consulted the internet on this topic, and while different “pros” say slightly different things, overall it seems that painting the trim in here would be all right since the room is self-contained, and the fact that it is a child’s room apparently gives me extra license to use a different trim color in here. If I do decide to paint the trim, I don’t know if I will just paint it a lighter and brighter white that doesn’t look yellow against the pink (probably) or if I will paint it an actual color. I saw a nursery online with deep pink trim, and I seem to remember that Samantha and I shared a room with pink baseboards in our house on Shady Drive in Florida. What to do?

Here are some pictures of the kids!

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Holly is Five Months Old Today!

Holly is doing great. She now rolls over in both directions (belly to back, and back to belly); she grabs things and can transfer objects from one hand to the other; and she has begun trying to sit up on her own, though she doesn’t quite have the hang of that yet. When I say she is trying, I really do mean that she is trying. I don’t try to make her do it. Before, she would let me lean her into the corner of the sofa to get a picture. But now when I try to do that, she leans forward like she wants to sit or crawl away. Check out the three-phase sequence below…

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There was a fourth phase in this sequence — a face plant onto the sofa cushion, but I opted to rescue rather than photograph. Emrick nearly made himself sick laughing about it, though! “Do it again,” he said through mad giggles.

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Holly weighs 14 pounds and 13 ounces, and measures about 25 1/8 inches long. She has brown hair, blue eyes, and pink skin.

And her brother enjoys her trmendously.

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Happy first five months, sweet Holly Belle. Here’s to the next 1,195. We love you lots and lots. ~muah!~

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