Adelie and Staley's World

Adelie and Staley's World

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Little Miss Adelie

Adelie at almost 2 is at a fun, fun, fun age.  She talks very well and can clearly express herself, using her pronouns appropriately and continuing to add more and more words to her vocabulary consistently. She has definitive interests and favorites, many of which are to be just like her big sister.  Like how she enjoys playing Barbies, loves her mermaids, always requests to wear a tutu, spends much of her time in dress up clothes, and is quite sad when having to take off her favorite Sofia nightgown.  Just as Staley always sleeps with Yellow Bear, Adelie now chooses a Beanie Baby Bear (either Rainbow Bear or Blue Bear) to sleep with at nap time and bedtime.  Adelie happily remains Staley's sidekick.  They love to play together, sleep together, color together, laugh together, and read together.

One of the newer interests for both girls is a series of books that both Zach and I had as children.  They are the Little Miss and Little Mister books.  There are a whole plethera of books--Little Miss Sunshine, Little Miss Clever, Mr. Quiet, Mr. Fussy,...  We have some of these books that Zach still had from his childhood, some that Staley got from Uncle Ethan for Christmas a few years ago, and some that my mom still has at her house.  Both girls currently LOVE these books.  They are daily requests--for nap time books, bedtime books, hanging around the house books.  Both girls like to listen to the stories, but they also like to look at them on their own.  It's amazing to me how Adelie can identify so many of the characters, remembers specific pictures or incidents from specific books, and can even sit and listen to the whole story from one of these books, which are quite a bit longer than most of the picture books she enjoys.  It's so fun to see something that both Zach and I enjoyed as children capture the interest of our children.

And who are Adelie's two most favorite characters from these books?  Little Miss Naughty and Mr. Mischief.  I guess it's not surprising, but I just hope she doesn't get too many ideas from them.  She may be Staley's sidekick, but she definitely has a mind of her own.

Little Miss Adelie

Friday, February 27, 2015

Still Counting Down

We are at less than a week until baby Sancken #3 makes his or her arrival.  Emotionally I'm holding on pretty well.  After a lengthy discussion with my doctor, I feel much more reassured that the cord around baby's neck is not something to be greatly concerned about.  Logistically, we are ready.  Apart from a short list of little jobs to get done this week-end (well, little jobs for Zach to get done while I go get a massage and pedicure) and a bag to pack, we are ready, ready, ready.  From a physical standpoint, however, I think my body is being very clear about the fact that I'm almost 38, this is my 3rd pregnancy in the past 5 years, and that I'm carrying around a fully formed infant.  I'm trying to walk normally, but I have a feeling it's more waddle than walk.  My hips crack and pop every time I try to roll over in bed.  If someone's around to help me on and off the couch or up and down off the floor, I'm happy to take the assistance.  My back hurts.  My feet are swelling.  My bathroom trips are frequent.  I love pregnancy, but my body is saying "I'm done."  Good thing we are down to 6 days...and counting.

Valid Concerns

The other day, Staley and I were having a discussion about whether or not she thought our baby is going to be a girl or a boy.  (Staley is voting boy.)

In a concerned voice, Staley asked, "But how will we know?"
Me: "How will we know what?"
Staley:  "How will we know if it's a girl or a boy?  All babies look the same."

Not feeling like the locker room of the public pool was the place to have that conversation, I just assured her that the doctors will know.  If she ends up with a brother, she'll figure it out soon enough.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Don't Worry, But...

Don't worry, but...

your baby has the umbilical cord wrapped around his/her neck.

Don't worry, but...

we are going to do extra tests while you're here and at each of your remaining appointments until you deliver.

Don't worry, but...

we want you to do a conscious kick count twice daily and call us if your baby is moving less.

Don't worry, but...

there is now a slightly higher risk that something might go wrong in these last two weeks.

And like any educated, rational, logical female who is 9 months pregnant, I broke down in the doctor's office.  Then I cried in the car.  And at home.  And I worried.  Because that's my job as a mother.  To look at the risk, no matter how small, and worry for the health and safety and well-being of my child.  To prepare my next argument as to why there is no logical reason to wait another week and half to deliver this child.  To pay closer attention to my baby's activity during the day.  And to pray.  For the health and safety of my child.  For the doctor's wisdom.  And for my peace of mind.  The doctor may tell me not to worry...but I do.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

The Countdown

Only 15 more days.  Two weeks from tomorrow, our baby will be here.  It's just about time for us to meet the newest member of the family.  And I am ready!!  Not just because I'm physically tired from making and carrying around a person all the time.  Not just because I'm having to use the bathroom every 30 minutes.  Not just because the number on the scale at the doctor's office is getting more and more obscene.  (Seriously, when the doctor suggests that people should only gain 25-30 lbs during pregnancy, who are the people who can actually do that?  I know, I know.  Probably those people who can abstain from the Oreos in the pantry and the M&M jar at work.)  But none of those are the main reason I'm ready.  I just can't wait to meet this little person who will change our lives. I can't wait to hold him or her.  I can't wait for Staley and Adelie to fall in love with their new sibling.  I'm just excited for this next chapter in our life to start.

Things are ready at home too.  The nursery is ready.  The gender neutral clothes and blankets are washed and put away.  The baby gear is cleaned and ready for use.  The freezer is stocked with meals.  The names have been agreed upon.  (Although Staley is quite convinced that we should name our baby Zoe if it's a girl and Wyatt if it's a boy.  And although both are cute names, I think she might be a tad disappointed when we go in a different direction.)  I still have a few final things to finish up at work, a bag to pack, and a carseat to install.  Other than that, we are ready to roll.

Me and baby just counting down the days.

Monday, February 16, 2015


We are trying really hard to make sure our girls grow up with a strong identity and self-esteem.  We want them to know that they are enough just by being themselves.  We don't want them to ever feel pigeon-holed by the expectations of society, and want them to know that they can be anything they want to be.

The other day, Zach and Staley had this conversation:

Staley:  "I don't like that because it has boy colors."
Zach:  "What are boy colors?"
Staley:  "They are colors that I don't like."
Zach:  "That's fine.  You don't have to like them if you don't want to, but you can like any colors that you want, even if they are colors that boys like.  I want to tell you something.  Don't let anyone ever tell you that you can't do something because it's supposed to be a boy thing.  You can do anything that any boy can do, and you can probably do it better."
Staley: "Yes!  Because I'm better than everyone else!"

Self-esteem?  Check.  Humility?  Now that's a work in progress.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Perfect Timing

Staley and Adelie continue to enjoy being roommates.  Thankfully we haven't had any major issues in this first week of sharing a room, and they remain excited about it.  They have been tending to wake up a little earlier in the morning, but nothing drastic.  The other morning while I was showering before work, the girls apparently woke up and Zach was getting them dressed when I got back upstairs.  A little later, Staley and I had this conversation:

Me:  "You and Adelie got up a little bit early today.  Who woke up first?"
Staley:  "We woke up at exactly the same time."
Me:  "Really??"
Staley:  "Yes!  I woke up and said, 'Adelie!  Adelie!  Are you awake?' and she said, "Yes."

It's uncanny how their schedules are already so in sync.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015


Staley and Adelie both got haircuts today.  (Well, Staley likes to point out that she got her hair cut and Adelie only got a trim.)  Staley wanted her hair short.  I'm not sure we went quite as short as she initially wanted, but she was very pleased with the outcome.  So was I.


...and after.

After her haircut, I was teasing Staley that people wouldn't recognize her with her new haircut.  She very seriously told me, "I will need to tell Lila about my haircut because she might not recognize me and then she won't want to play with me."  She paused and then said, "Well, she might recognize my voice."

Fortunately, since Adelie just got her hair trimmed in the back (since the back seems to grow way faster than the front, giving her a bit of a mullet vibe), she still looks the same.

But still just excited about her new haircut.

I think both haircuts turned out very well.  True, one of my daughters may now be unrecognizable.  But no worries.  Just listen for the voice.  The voice should still be the same.

Monday, February 9, 2015


It's official.  As of last night, Staley and Adelie are officially roommates.  They were both SO excited.  They helped Zach assemble the extra crib that we had gotten from one of Zach's co-workers. When the back and sides were on (with no front, no springs, and no mattress), Adelie took her blanket, laid down on the floor between the 2 sides, and excitedly exclaimed, "My new crib!!  My new crib!!"

Adelie putting all the bolts in the crib holes.

Daddy's little helper.

The girls couldn't have been happier about going to bed in the same room last night.  Staley did inform me that Adelie is sometimes loud when she sleeps.  Of course, she told me this a few nights ago while she was talking and singing in her bed before requesting another drink of water while Adelie was soundly (and quietly) sleeping in the next room.  But despite Staley's concerns about Adelie's noise level at night, both girls went straight to sleep last night and slept soundly until this morning.

The one change that I think will occur because of this new arrangement is that Adelie will be waking up earlier in the morning.  Staley generally wakes up before Adelie, and we will often read books together until Adelie wakes up.  (Staley generally gets up around 7:00 or 7:30 while Adelie often sleeps until 7:30 or 8:00.)  However, when Staley wakes up, she doesn't get out of bed.  She calls for us, or she sings and talks to herself for awhile before deciding she's ready to start the day.  This morning, when Staley started singing in bed around 7:00, Adelie woke up too.  So until I can teach Staley to quietly get out of bed and come tell us when she's up, I'm assuming Adelie's mornings will start a little earlier.  (And, to be honest, I've always really liked that Staley doesn't get out of bed.  When she transitioned to a big-girl bed, we told her not to get out of bed.  And aside from a few rare instances, she still follows that rule 2 years later.  I'm assuming Adelie's transition to a big-girl bed may not be quite the same...hence the second crib.)  However, since Adelie still naps, if she is missing out on a little extra morning sleep, she can always make it up later in the day if needed.

We did have a few tears when Adelie was getting ready for her nap today and realized that Staley would not be in her bed during nap time.  (As Staley's "rest" time is anything but quiet, having them in the same room for rest/naps was not an option.)  But apart from a little earlier rising time for Adelie and some short-lived nap-time tears, the transition, so far, has been smooth.  

This afternoon when Adelie started crying about her nap, Staley told her, "Don't cry, Adelie.  You are my best friend and my sister and my cousin.  I love you."  (Okay, so it may not have been entirely accurate, but the sentiment was there.)

They laugh together, they play together, they bake together, they love each other.  And now, they sleep together.  They are sisters...and best friends...and cousins...and now roomies too!!

Friday, February 6, 2015

Hello, Drama

Dear Drama,

Greetings old friend.  It's been a little while since we've spent some quality time together.  Sure, you have never fully gone away.  You stop by every so often, just to make sure we haven't forgotten about you and all the memories we have shared.  Like the time recently that I put bubbles in the bath when Staley didn't want bubbles in the bath.  20 minutes of tears over that.  Good times.  Or earlier this week when I wouldn't let Adelie hold any of the groceries at the grocery store because she kept throwing them out of the cart onto the floor.  3 aisles of grocery store crying and screaming.  Another proud moment for you, I'm sure.  And although I did start this letter with "old friend", I'll be the first to admit that you're not really a friend.  If we can be honest with one another, I don't really like you at all.  I've tried to teach my girls that you are unnecessary.  That you are not a good thing.  That we don't really like having you around.  But you still insist on making your presence known in our house.  You may not show up for several days at a time, maybe even a week or two, but inevitably, you always come back.  And, unfortunately, I have the feeling that you have started to develop a deeper relationship with Adelie.  You can say that it's your right.  You can try to convince me that you are obligated to become more prominent as kids approach 2.  You can even brag that the 'terrible 2's' are your shining moment.  Regardless, I am determined to not let you get the upper hand.  So if you think that having my almost 2 year old scream her way through breakfast because I buckled her booster seat straps instead of letting her do it herself is going to get me rattled, you're wrong.  She still ate, resuming her screaming after each bite, just to make sure I understood what an injustice it was.  It was ridiculous, but that's just the way you are.  I know how you operate.  We've done this dance before.  I'm as stubborn as you are, and a childhood tantrum doesn't bother me the way it once did.  I can listen to crying and screaming.  I am fine with walking away from a child who has thrown herself face down on the floor.  It's annoying.  It's frustrating.  Sometimes it's even embarrassing.  But in the end, I know that you will eventually go away and I will still be standing.  So if you and Adelie have decided to form this little bond for now, so be it.  I'll let you have your fun.  I'll grit my teeth and deal with the tears and tantrums over ridiculous things.  And I'll just keep reminding myself that you are just a fleeting moment in this marathon of life.  You can have your little sprint.  I'm here until the end.



Monday, February 2, 2015


There are many things that my daughters say that make me laugh.  There are some that keep me humble.  And then there are those that just make me feel good.

For the past several days, I've been under the weather with a nasty cold.  Staley has been so sweet, praying for me every night and giving me little get well "gifts".  (And by gifts, I mean things like a trophy and a medal that she got from kid's fun runs and some of her books.)  I woke up this morning feeling so much better, and Staley was very pleased that her prayers had helped. This was Staley's bedtime prayer tonight:

"Dear Jesus.  Thank you that Mommy feels better.  And thank you for Mommy.  Thank you that she is everything she is.  Thank you that she is a beautiful and talented girl.  Amen."

And my heart just smiles.

Good Listener

There are times you wonder if your kids ever really listen to what you are telling them.  And then they quote you verbatim, and you know that at least some of what you are saying sinks in.

Today, Staley, Adelie, and I were playing in the playroom.  Staley and I had this conversation:

Staley:  "I am the fairy queen and you are the mean fairy.  Here's your wand."
Me:  "I don't want to be the mean fairy.  I want to be a nice fairy."
Staley:  (very matter-of-factly) "You don't always get what you want."

True.  So true.  And Staley has obviously been listening to her mother.  In the spirit of modeling this lesson that she has so often heard, I was the mean fairy.  But, in the spirit of modeling the fact that people can change, I then used my wand to make myself nice.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Not Really Thinking It Through

Today during rest/nap time, Staley called through the monitor, letting me know that she needed to go potty.  I responded back to go ahead and go, but go quietly since Adelie was sleeping.  A few minutes later, Staley asked through the monitor if she could use hand sanitizer instead of soap and water since that would be quieter.  Proud of her for thinking about being quiet for her sleeping younger sister, I told her that she had a great idea and that would be fine.  Then, instead of picking up our light, plastic step stool with a handle, I hear Staley dragging our very heavy, wooden 2-step stool loudly across the tile bathroom floor and towards our room so she could reach the sanitizer.  The intentions were right, but we weren't really thinking it through...especially since her "quietly" getting hand sanitizer ended up waking up her little sister.