So a little bit of a re cap in the Bruce lives...
Rhowan:
As I said, she will be 2 1/2 this month...she is potty trained as of December, however still will NOT go pooh on the toilet, so she brings me a pull up (princess pull up of course), does her business then comes to get me after. UGhhhh, I have bribed with it all...and so now, I am going to start her in the ballet class (my bribery for after pooh in the toilet) and see if she will feel like a big girl and then go pooh in the toilet. Worth a shot, right?! And, she is still on her...PLUGGY (pacifier)! She only gets it at home, not with grandma, not at daycare, but the second she sees me, she wines for it!!!! I am soooo over the pluggy!!!! We are down to one left in the house (that she knows about) and I have tried a few times to "lose" it, but we give in during the whee hours of the night in hopes of not waking Harloe up and having two crying children up in the middle of the night. Other than the fun stuff, she is a smart, witty, cuddle bug, loving, full of life, (and that two year old attitude) little girl that I couldn't be more proud of. Her vocabulary, independence and everything about her just blows my mind. I know we all think our own kids are great, but Rhowan is among them. ;) She can fully use and maneuver my iphone and daddy's ipad for her apps and pictures and knows who to call and how to find them on the phone. She still loves to read and is currently obsessed with Strawberry Shortcake and Disney Princess', go figure. She is spoiled and gets to go to Disneyland often as Grandma (who is watching both girls for mommy Mondays and Tuesdays) has a pass and so does mommy!
Rhowan is adjusted to me working but still gives me those puppy dog eyes on certain days saying, "No work mommy." Oh it breaks my heart. She knows daddy is gone a lot for baseball and has gotten used to that, that was a tough one as she is getting old enough to realize him being gone a lot and on airplanes. And she is the best big sister one could ask for. She loves her "Baby Harloe Grayce" so much!!!!
Harloe:
Harloe just turned 10 months old on April 7th and is about ready to walk any day now. Rhowan was just 10 months old when she took her first steps and I think Harloe is right behind her. She is anxious to get down and play with her big sister and cousins. She gets so excited. She is such a good baby, sleeps well (goes down well, in her crib!), eats well, she is so calm and easy going. I feel like she had no choice because her sister is enough drama for the both of them! :) We truly are blessed with our girls, they are both good!
I often feel that guilt, that many say is normal for the 2nd child, but I don't want it to be normal guilt. I feel sad that I never get or got that one-on-one quiet time with Harloe the way I did with Rhowan. That I went right back to work after Harloe after saying I was going to stay home with her. (Although, she is in great hands and luckily didn't have to start daycare til 6 months old.) I just miss her as a baby, but with Rhowan at such a vulnerable age she sucked most of everything out of us and the DR said, she is the one that needs it. Harloe has love, food, diapers and that's all she needs, but it still makes me sad. :( I know she will be a better baby, little girl and person for it. (As I was a 2nd child too!) :)
With all that being said, I am so excited for the girls to start to play together and truly enjoy each other. I know they will be the best of friends.
TJ:
As always, baseball, baseball, and oh more baseball. If he isn't recruiting, scouting, coaching, returning calls or emails, he is sleeping or in the office!!!! I miss my husband and I know what his job entails, but it gets really hard. (and lonely too.) He is such a good daddy and misses the girls to pieces when he is home. He leaves for work when we are all still asleep and gets home when we've all gone to bed. I know it will all pay off and that he is doing what he loves, but it's hard. He is so great at what he does and has such a big future in front of him for his career and our family. I am so proud of him and know the girls will be too when they are old enough to understand. He has truly worked his way to the top for what he has wanted and is finally seeing it pay off but still earning those stripes as this is only his second season with UCLA. Keep him in your prayers for job security and the well being of himself and our family during the demands of his career. :)
Oh and we just celebrated his 30th Birhday...which we all know TJ is a no fuss muss guy and I had to get every inch of approval to try and do something small and quaint, that he would still enjoy and remember. It was perfect, well I think so anyway...he loves to get together with everyone as he misses out on a lot because of his career and never gets to indulge in those nights out, vacations, visits, etc.
Me:
Well I am two months away from finishing that long term sub job I started back in August I decided I was going to be a stay at home mommy and this opportunity pretty much fell in my lap. It turned out to be an all year thing but still only the Long Term Status when it came to pay...hard pill to swallow (and still is) but hoping all my hard work and dedication will pay off in the end for a permanent contract for next year and that most importantly, God brought me back to my home parish I was raised in. I truly feel that He placed me there, in this position, doing what I love, learning even more about my faith and building my relationship with God even more and being close to home and my girls! I am blessed and do have so much to be thankful for. So in the end, yes, I feel I got a little screwed with being paid as a long term all year, but the end gift is priceless. I keep telling myself that anyway.
So after 5 years of marriage, two kids and turning 30, I can honestly say, I'm finally where I've wanted to be for all those years I dreamt about as a little girl. It was not an easy rode, but worth the ride.
Updated pictures to come. I hope this update finds you all in great health, happiness and love around you.
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