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kortney elise xoxo

Here we are back at Monday again – another Not Me sort of one. What am I talking about? Well, click over to MckMama's blog and read about her and other peoples' Not Me's. These, of course, are things we are too ashamed to admit, but really need to get off our chest anyways. It's a guilt-free way to admit your wrongdoings every week…because of course, you didn't do them!
I didn't spend last night in tears, overwhelmed by my fabulous unsleeping daughter. I didn't cry for 45 minutes after she fell asleep after nearly 3 hours of trying to make an overtired, exhausted baby sleep on her own. Not me. I promptly went to bed and didn't waste time crying in self-pity, followed by blogging and "me" time. I wouldn't do that – I realize that sleep is important for me too and I take every opportunity to do so. I didn't sulk in self-pity that my once sleeping "angel baby" is anything but these days, and I certainly did not order two more books off the internet at 11:30 at night to try. I'm not faking my hopefulness that both these books, that (really) don't advocate crying it out, are going to work. I'm a very faithful person and believe in both my daughter and new methods. Surely that's me.
I don't have laundry piles nearly up to my room – one of clean clothes to fold the other of dirty ones waiting to wash. I promptly fold and iron ALL of my clothes when they come out of the dryer. Obviously. Who doesn't?
I don't have dirty dishes in my sink.
I have dinner planned for tonight – it has to be quick, because Alexys has swimming lessons at 6:30.
I don't have dust bunnies on my television – not the same ones my mom told me to dust weeks ago.
I don't have pieces of fluff on the carpet waiting to be vacuumed.
I don't have any books I want to read, just because, and not because I have to for school. Not me. I hate reading for pleasure.
I don't have schoolwork piling up quickly. I obviously have enough time to sit down and finish what I allotted to myself. I faithfully complete all my work everyday.
I'm not too lazy to italicize all the opposites in this blog.
I don't have a big spot of flour on the floor that only shimmers in certain light. There's not flour on the floor because I didn't throw it there the other day because I didn't drop an entire glass jar of oil on the floor. It didn't shatter. Didn't make a mess. And didn't take very long to clean up.
I don't have my best friend's wedding invitations sitting on my table waiting to be made and calling my name. I don't wish I had hours and hours to sit and complete them like I want to.
I didn't just fill out the passport applications that have been sitting on my desk since April. After all, I didn't need them till July. It's not just 3 days away from July.
Mostly I don't feel overwhelmed, exhausted, frustrated and every other similar emotion in the book…because I'm supermom, and have complained in the past about moms who complain. So that's not me. I'm not complaining about having too much to do and not enough hours in the day to do it. Not me.
kortney elise xoxo

The toys inside her frog pod.
I think the frog pod is cute – it hangs in the bathtub and comes with little spongy toys that will be for putting on the side of the tub when she's older. I always give her a couple in the bath to play with. For whatever reason, though, she's picked her favourite as that little blue one (Can you see it in the picture? It's kind of hiding under the orange ball.). It's the most boring colour, the least brightest, and an odd shape. But she loves it. I lay all her toys out for her to play with and over and over that is the one she picks. She chews on it, drools on it, and tries to (unsuccessfully) bang it against her other toys to make noise. It's the only toy she'll reach for if it is out of her reach (she is kind of lazy in that regard). In fact, she face planted just a few minutes ago on the ground, trying to reach forward for it.
Really it's the best toy for her to lug around – it's nice and compact for the diaper bag, goes in the bath, in the crib…wherever. She won't choke on it, won't get hurt with it. I shouldn't complain. But it truly is odd how children take a liking to the strangest things. A light blue sponge. You sure know how to pick them, Alexys.
kortney elise xoxo
PS: I am having a Tupperware party on July 23rd – you should come. Your children will surely enjoy playing with Tupperware. Let me know if you want the details. Tupperware has some really good summer sales, has a lifetime warranty, and you could just come and not even buy anything. Seriously – the lady who does it is laid back and really doesn't care if you come and don't buy anything. Bring the kids, bring some wine, and I'll provide the snacks.
She is absolutely frozen when this show comes on.
See this picture? She was mid-squirm mid-squeal when it came on. And then she froze for the entire show in this uncomfortable position.
We've actually resorted to turning this horrid show on YouTube when she has one of those teething fits that can't be stopped.
It's stops. Instantly.
And the better solution? I just fed her an entire 5 oz of water of her bottle while she watching it. And she didn't move, except to suck (what a great reflex). I don't think she even knew she was drinking, as long as I didn't block the TV. So is that the trick? All along? A newborn bottle whilst watching Four Square? What a nutcase this kid is!
kortney elise xoxo
PS: We DO limit the TV time around here, but lately she's such a busy girl, always needs to be doing something, and napping so little (generally 2 20-35 minute naps a day), that I find she needs some quiet time. Because she's still so little it's hard to give her quiet time except in front of the TV...one day it won't be like that!!! Or so we hope ;)
Today Alexys napped after
5 minutes
10 minutes
25 minutes
60 minutes
90 minutes of trying to put her down. She was exhausted. She would not sleep. Eventually I gave up and left her in her crib, ignored her and went to do something else. I realized after ten minutes she hadn't made a peep. Sure enough. She fell asleep. ON HER OWN. She was wide awake and playing when I put her down. Is this hope for the future? A glimpse? Perhaps. We'll see. It gets better though. She napped for THREE hours! She's very cheerful at the moment.
And then this might make it too good to be true, but at dinner she drank 3 ounces of juice out of a BOTTLE. Yes I know it's juice, but it's a start no? That was my plan to wean night feeds two months ago eventually – when she wakes up wanting to eat, give her a bottle of water. That plan failed, but now we'll see. I'm not trying anything tonight. We're still working on the on her own, in her bed, through the night thing. We're halfway. I feel like progress was made. We'll see if we can repeat the bottle thing tomorrow. I'm going to try and pump over the next few days and see if I can get a couple ounces to try out in the bottle.
Which bottle you ask?
Not this one.
Not this one either.
Surely not this one.
Couldn't be this one.
This one. The original one. That's right. The one we had all along. With a newborn size nipple, with an extra slow drip.
What a strange child.
I'm not holding my breath that it'll be a repeat tomorrow, but who knows. If I can get her to drink juice out of it, maybe, just maybe, there's hope for the future.
(And I know. You don't have to tell me. Juice out of a bottle isn't good. But I'll take just about anything at this point.)
kortney elise xoxo
PS: Be thankful you're not a celebrity this week – Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, Jeff Goldblum and Ed McMahon died this week.
Edited to Add: Jeff Goldblum didn't die. I DO believe everything I read on Twitter.
About Breastfeeding that is. This is along the lines of if I only knew then, what I know now.
First, yes. I am still breastfeeding. Did I plan to this long? Yep. Although in my head, Alexys would go back and forth between me and a bottle much easier. I think breastfeeding is an important thing to work on with your baby and if you can at all, then you should. However, I totally acknowledge that there are some cases it just can't happen. I'm also okay with the idea of formula now. I wasn't for a very long time. And that's okay. It's my opinion though. Don't argue about it here. If you don't like it, don't read it. On to the list:
I'm sure there's more, but those are some things that have been wondering around my head as of late.
Off to bed.
kortney elise xoxo
PS: I am over Jon and Kate. I am giving them up and won't watch them anymore. That's my entire opinion and the subject and I won't give them the publicity they want by speaking of it anymore. Yes, I watched the episode tonight, and yes, that contributed to the problem, but I'm done. Officially.
I finished Twilight last night (the 3rd one actually, Eclipse), and I've decided that I wish I were a vampire* for the following reasons:
There are various other reasons I would NOT want to be a vampire, but I thought I'd share that I've enjoyed the well-written, teeny-bopperish books thus far. They make my imagination work to create what I'm reading in my head and I like that.
I'm not going to be at ease until I get my hands on the fourth book, so I better borrow it from someone this weekend.
kortney elise xoxo
*I know vampires don't exist. I'm just saying if they did, as they exist in the book, then this is why I would want to be one.
I give up. On sleep training, on the whole bit. I think we'll leave it alone for awhile, and I'll just follow what Alexys needs. She's been eating at night lately again, which she hadn't done for a while and she's taking a full meal (sometimes even both sides), so I know it's not just a comfort thing or whatever. I know at her age and weight she is capable of not eating at night, but I'm going to wait a while and then we'll see. She's doing the anxiety/separation thing at night, I think, and I need to give in right now. At night she has been crying a scared cry, and is comforted when I hold her hand. I'll give her a month or so of her leading, and see where that takes me. I've been comforted by my mom's reminding me of how Antonio was when he was little (read hellion), and I think Alexys is very much like Antonio…in both good and bad ways. I can recite nearly every episode of Barney from that era, because that's how Antonio fell asleep every night. EVERY night.
In other news:
kortney elise xoxo

Here we are again, Monday all over, and I'm back to telling you about things I didn't do. Would you like to get something off your chest? Something you didn't do this week? Share it in the comments or write your own "Not Me" post. If you choose to post your own Not Me, head over to Mckmama's blog, My Charming Kids – after all, she's the creator of this blog carnival and she deserves all the credit.
This week I most certainly did not have a repeat of the laundry disaster mentioned here. I learned my lesson that time. I didn't wash the same clothes three times, after leaving them in the washing machine for days on end. I didn't proceed to put them in the dryer after the last time, and realize they still stink, that I'll have to separate them into smaller loads, and rewash again. Seriously. That's disgusting, and such a waste of water. Said clothes are not sitting on my floor in a pile, and the washing machine isn't empty while I write this post. Nope, not mine!
I did not give up and buy the third book, Eclipse, in the Twilight series, because my mother-in-law did not get me addicted to them while I was in Alberta. Not me. When do I have the time to read a 600+ page book in my life? I won't be avoiding schoolwork when I sit down to read it, that's for sure.
I did not sign up to complete my judging courses and workbook in the skating realm. What a dumb idea that would be. After all, I already skate on a team and have my own schoolwork to finish. I didn't make this decision without consulting anyone either – after all, it couldn't prove to be a big commitment if I go through with it. Nope, not me. I didn't decide, definitively, that I would rather be a judge than a coach long-term. I don't get my workbook, etc. in the mail in the next couple weeks, and need to finish it by the end of August in order to judge this year. Not me. Oh, and it's also not dependent on whether or not Alexys takes a bottle (or sippy cup or something to that effect) by mid-to-late August. Nope.
Alexys was not wearing the same outfit as another little girl in her play class today. I wasn't embarrassed that with a very full closet of clothes that she would be caught dead in something the same as another girl. Not me. After all, that's a little vain.
Alexys also did not sit and fully watch Beauty and the Beast today while I did my school work. I don't ever let my television babysit my kid in order to get things done. Not me.
I am not dreading that my husband is on his way home from work as we speak, and not going to the gym, because he's "not feeling well." I can't wait to baby him, soothe him, and make him feel better. I can't wait to hear his complaints…I can't wait for him to be home to spend quality time with a sick husband. After all, I am a loving wife and always take pity on my poor husband after working all day. Always.
What didn't you do this week?
kortney elise xoxo
We had another one of those nights last night. Alexys went to bed around 8:30, nearly back on schedule; she needed less attention at bedtime, but I still needed to hold down her arms and legs, or else she flails like the wild child she is! It was fine, till 12. When she woke up. And stayed up till 2:45. I tried crying it out. Officially like the book from 12:30 till 2:30. She screeched. And yelled. And screamed. And cried. And then I heard the neighbors upstairs on the deck, as though casually in conversation on their deck at 2:30 in the morning, loudly "talk" and say: "That poor mom. I wish her baby would stop crying."
I nursed Alexys back to sleep after that. She still didn't fall asleep from that, and I pinned her arms and legs down again. She fell asleep not long after, but slept horrible all night long. I'd know, because she slept in the same bed as me. She woke up to nurse again at 5. And 8. Hopefully tonight is better. She's quietly in her crib awake right now, so we'll see.
kortney elise xoxo
PS: She sure is cute. She got her 6 month shots on Friday, and cried for approximately 6 seconds, and then was fine the whole day. What a relief!
PPS: She LOVES to read. And hold the book. It's adorable.
Today was a better day. Including last night. Phew. I guess the post from the day before was overreacting, but what can you do? That's how I was feeling at that moment, and it helped to get it off my chest. I really appreciated the comments and emails I got though – maybe my unconscious mind was telling me to post my rant, so that I could hear the encouragement from my readers. So thanks.
Alexys napped today for 2.5 hours this afternoon, and even had a 30 minute nap this morning, too. It was just what I needed and I accomplished a lot during that time. Actually, by the end of her long nap, I checked on her so much I woke her up, I think. Oops. I didn't mean to, it was just out of the ordinary for her, and I found myself lost by the end (even though I still had much to accomplish). I made dinner, folded laundry, did schoolwork. It was perfect.
Last night Alexys slept from 9:30 until 7:30. She went down in her own bed, and woke up at 1:45 – she took her soother until 3. I brought her in my own bed then, and she fell asleep without feeding. She woke up to eat at 5am, and then up at 7:30 for the day. I was really feeling guilty about having Alexys in my bed, but through encouragement, especially from people I didn't expect it from, I realize that it's okay for now. I don't want her in my own bed forever, nor do I want her to start her night there, or nap anywhere but her crib (mostly), but it is okay for now. She sleeps better, I sleep better. I think it's a good situation. She'll end up in her own bed eventually. Even the doctor today reassured me that it's a phase that a lot of babies go through. I never thought I'd participate in "co-sleeping", but as my BFF put it tonight, "You never know what you're going to be like until it's 3am and you're exhausted." True story.
Alexys went down mostly on her own tonight. I was still in her room a bit, and helped her settle more than I used to have to, but I didn't have to rock her to sleep tonight. That was encouraging for me too. I'll pull out the couch before I go to bed, just in case, but I will sleep in my own bed as long as possible.
EFF. I just wrote the longest post about the rest of everything. But it lost it all.
Therefore, all I will say is my doctor is a moron, but Alexys is healthy and 97th percentile for height and 75th for weight. She's a daddy's girl.
kortney elise xoxo
I'm home now, and will share Alberta adventures another time, maybe. For now, I have something else on my heart. I feel like I should share about Alexys and her sleeping patterns these days, because I know there are others out there struggling. I've done my research and reading of other blogs this morning, and there aren't too many that share about the struggles of sleeping (believe it or not). Perhaps everyone needs to pretend that their kid sleeps through the night, and if blogging about the times they don't means that they fail, well…whatever. That sentence didn't make sense. I've been encouraged by reading this friend's struggles (can I say friend? More like friend of a friend? Friend of a friend of a friend? Fellow blogger. Whatever. It's the blog world, deal with it). Anyways. Here's my struggle.
Alexys was an angel baby when she was born – the kind that slept for long stretches at night, no problem. She hit her milestones early, had no trouble with anything. She's still hitting her milestones (and most early…except for that tooth. She's literally been teething since she was 8 weeks old, and nothing!!), but all of a sudden her sleep has regressed like no other. Call it whatever you want – 6 month sleep regression, 26 week growth spurt – but it sucks, whatever it is. She was doing so good at night, and I was getting so excited. I know I shouldn't, but it's the one question everyone asks. Normal conversations often go like this:
"Awww, she's so cute, how old is she?"
"Thanks, she's almost 6 months!"
"Wow! Congrats. So, is she sleeping through the night?"
It's one of those questions – you know, when you get married, it's when are you having kids. When you have one kid, it's when are you having another. That question fits in. Anyways. I usually say yes in response to that question. I wasn't lying before, but now I am. Why? Because people stare and seem to think you're a failure if your baby isn't sleeping through the night. In fact, I feel like a failure. I feel like I'm doing something terribly, terribly wrong. I feel like I'm a bad mom, and that the only thing that matters is whether or not my baby sleeps through the night. It's a frustrating thing. This is an incoherent, babbling post, but that's what my brain feels like at this moment.
Anyways. I've never had a problem with Alexys getting up at night. As long as I go to bed with the expectation that I'll be getting up. When I start thinking I'll be able to sleep all night, that's when the trouble starts. That's where the trouble was last night. I thought that being home in her own bed would help Alexys sleep all night. Or a good portion. It didn't.
She was wide awake from approximately 2am until 3:45am. I don't mean, like a little awake. I mean, full-on smiling, giggling and wanting to play awake. Even after I fed her. Even after I rocked her. Put her in her swing. Put her in her carseat. Put her on her tummy. Her back. Her side. Even after I lied her on the floor. Even after I gave her soother. Her sippy cup. More milk. Even after anything my incoherent 3am brain could think of. I say this with a grain of salt, so please don't take this the wrong way, but for about 1 minute I got how someone could shake their baby. I want to yell at her to go to bed. I just wanted her to get it. And then I snuggled her close, and remembered she doesn't get it. Why should she sleep through the night? I don't even sleep through the night. I get up at night to have a drink of water. I get up to pee. So does Alexys. She just can't do it by herself yet, and unfortunately then, it's on my schedule.
I'm doing everything "right" according to all the books I've read. Everything except her soother. We tried taking that away last night too. But I can't let my baby cry it out. She doesn't cry when I take it away. She screeches. Like actual temper tantrum screams. And I don't think that my neighbors appreciate that so much when everyone's windows are open in the summertime.
I was reminded of a book my friend Aimee had wrote in regards to her daughter long ago (well, sometime ago). I've ordered that same book and will see. I think that's Alexys. I think she's "More Intense, Sensitive, Perceptive, Persistent, Energetic." I did my research and sure enough, I really think Alexys fits into this category. We'll see. If this is the case, I need a new approach.
This post has been all over the place and not quite how I envisioned it. But oh well. Such is life.
kortney elise xoxo
I have not gotten mad at my sweet, sweet little girl multiple times this week because of her teething. What kind of mom gets mad at a nearly-6-month-old baby? A cute, fat baby at that. Not me, that's who. I certainly didn't call up her Auntie Courtenay (who doesn't blog and probably should because her kids are hilarious), and tell her I was going to dropkick my child across the room. Not me. How horrible does that sound? (Just for the record, I obviously don't yell or really get mad at my child…nor would I ever dropkick her. Instead I just put her in her ExerSaucer and ignore her for five minutes).I most certainly have not given in to my sweet girl's teething at night (the results of which cause said girl to wake up every other hour, as though she's 2 days old)…and in the end pull out the spare bed, put her on there with me and fall asleep. Not me. I'm a firm believer in sleep training and doing something like snuggling with her all night, simply so I could get some shut eye, is something I would never do. Not me! I'm patient and loving, especially at 2am
3am
4am 5am, and always take time to teach my kid how to go to sleep on her own.
I'm not avoiding schoolwork by posting this Not Me – not me! I'm a dedicated student.
I didn't laugh at Alexys yesterday when she sobbed at Auntie Gina once
twice three times! We're not sure why but Alexys BURSTS into tears…the sobbing, screaming, tantrum type tears…every time she looks at Auntie G. It's hilarious. I mean, I didn't laugh at my screaming daughter, and obviously soothed her, instead of laughing.
I'm sure there's a million more but it's a start right? Maybe this post will evolve throughout the day. Guess you'll have to keep checking to see. Have your own not me's? Either post them in the comments, or else post your very own edition on your blog and link up to MckMama at My Charming Kids – after all, she's the creator of this blog carnival! Don't get it? Click over there and figure it out!!!
kortney elise xoxo
But first, a list. These lists are more for me, less for you – I thought instead of just making them by hand and/or typing them and saving them to the desktop, I'd publish them. I look at my blog more frequently than publishing something to my desktop from Word. Trust me.
Cleaning List:
Dad's List:
Scrapbooking List:
Other List:
These are my things to do. I'm going to do them. Most of them, I hope, before we leave on Friday to visit the in-laws to celebrate Jord's grandparents' 50th Wedding Anniversary. We'll see how they go. It's an evolving list and I'll probably add and delete as we go. You'll see. Or not, I don't care.
kortney elise xoxo