Since we're getting so close to Reggie's birth, I decided it's time for some guessing. Watch for a bonus post going up this Wednesday that provides background information as well as rules and point values for predictions.
Olivia spent this last weekend with her grandparents. Bryan and I wanted to go out to dinner, and Murry suggested she just take Olivia for the weekend so we could get stuff done during the day, too. We finished up some things around the house (Christmas lights FINALLY came down off the roof!), played some board games in the middle of the floor without having any pieces stolen, did some toddler-free grocery shopping, and generally had a very relaxing couple of days. We were updated with pictures throughout the weekend; they are below.
We've put big girl bed training on hold for a while. Last week's aversion to the big girl bed continues, and Olivia gets slightly panicky and begins pointing adamantly towards the crib if she thinks I might put her down in the bed instead. Since we won't need the crib immediately upon Reggie's arrival, we've decided to try again in a month or so.
Last week, one of us spent some time locked in the basement. I'll give you some hints: Bryan was at work, and I know how to unlock the door to let people out after I've locked it. That would leave Olivia as the locker, and myself as the lockee. She didn't want to come downstairs to help me do laundry, so I went down without her and she shut the door behind me. No big deal. She can't get the door open to fall down the stairs, and the upstairs is Olivia-proofed enough that she'll be fine for the five minutes or so it takes me to switch the clothes. Except... She CAN work the lock, apparently. But she doesn't know how to unlock it. Luckily, Bryan was due home for lunch within the hour, and Olivia was content to sit outside the door and listen to me sing songs to her. Forty minutes later, Bryan came home, released me from the basement, dried Olivia's tears, and figured out which key unlocks that door so we can make a copy and hang it on the basement side.
I don't remember Olivia being particularly active at certain times before she was born. She'd move when she felt like it and wouldn't when she didn't. I DO remember that she was rather reluctant to move whenever she thought someone might want her to. Decidedly not a performing monkey, she would move around happily until someone (usually Murry) tried to feel her kicking, at which point all movement would stop for some time. Reggie, on the other hand, has definite times of day designated for activity (to Murry's dismay, these times do not lend themselves to observation any better than Olivia's stage fright). Reggie's favorite times to move are in the morning after I wake up, but before I get out of bed; around 9:00 at night, provided I'm sitting still; at night after I go to bed, but before I fall asleep; and any time I get up in the middle of the night. There will be movement at other points during the day, but nothing compared to when I'm resting at the beginning or end of the day.
Pictures:
Visiting Grandma and Grandpa:
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