marvelous adventures

stories about Beatrice and Jovia

09 Oct

Too much excitement

The last two months have been a roller coaster. Our nanny quit the day before she started, we got a new nanny who moved to Alabama after a month and failed to tell us until I’m pretty sure she was already there. Third time’s a charm though, and we now have the most wonderful nanny you can imagine. I’m basically in love with her. I want her family to move into our basement and live with us forever and ever. She’s really the best.

Also, this happened:


Number three will be coming our way April 30th! We are very excited - especially Beatrice. She is sure this baby is a another sister and calls her by name (so if you’re wondering what our future daughter’s name is just ask Beatrice and she’ll tell you). Beatrice says she misses her sister when I’m at work. Don’t worry Beatrice - I’m also on team girl and will do my best to get you another sister. ;)

I’m 11 weeks pregnant and I look like this:

RIDICULOUS. My belly is huge. I wish I would have measured around my torso this summer, because I bet the inches I’ve added is crazy. Supposedly your uterus grows faster the more pregnancies you have, and wow, it’s true. I like my belly and really like that I skipped right over that weird fat stage and went right into pregnant. 

I’ve felt miserable during this trimester, which is why the background of this photo looks like this. There is no place in my house that doesn’t look like this. My goal these last two months has been to survive, and I managed to do that despite around the clock nausea, nanny woes, working full time, and taking care of the girls. Not to mention, it’s soccer season. BUT this week I’ve only been nauseous 20% of the time instead of the usual 100% of the time, so I’m feeling positive that life will be back to normal soon! John has been great - it’s funny how much he’s changed since when I was pregnant with Beatrice. He tried his best to be supportive back then, but the sickness was a shock to us both. Now he knows what to expect and is a first trimester pro. He should probably start a support group for first time fathers-to-be.

With the girls I felt consistently miserable during the first trimester, whereas this pregnancy has been more random. I’ll have a few days of a manageable level of exhaustion/nausea, and then a day where I cannot function AT ALL. My shining moment was when I barfed in the park in front of our house - pregnancy is a dream

I have two theories on why this pregnancy is a little difference. One is that maybe it’s a boy, but golly I hope not because that means I’m guaranteed to be sick with every pregnancy and I just don’t know if I can do this again knowing FOR SURE that I’m going to get sick. Right now I have a little sliver of hope that I only get sick with girls so next time will be better because it will be a boy! Right?! Right. My other theory is that I didn’t try to eat healthy or keep the house clean or really anything during this pregnancy. I just survived. I napped when the girls napped instead of using that time to clean. I ate whatever I could stomach (ramen) and didn’t worry about the fact that my child was probably going to grow 3 heads from the poison I was feeding it. I didn’t push my body and I think it helped. 

I’m ok (sort of) with how I fell behind at home these last few months, but I’m really stressed about how my work was affected. I’m drowning in everything I need to catch up on at work, and I have regular nightmares that I’m getting fired. I’m all about equality for women in the workplace so I don’t want special exceptions made for me just because I happen to get sick when I have babies, but I know that if one of my male coworkers had a pregnant wife he wouldn’t fall behind in his work and he wouldn’t miss any days. But that’s a different topic for a different day. 

I feel very calm and at ease about adding a third child to our family. The girls are going to do great with a new baby and I feel a confidence in myself as a mother that I didn’t feel when I was pregnant with Beatrice and Jovia. This confidence isn’t that I’m the worlds most amazing mother or anything, it’s more that I know that everything is going to be ok even if someone has to cry for a minute longer than usual. I can handle anything that comes my way - I might not handle it in the same way someone else would, and that’s ok. There is great comfort that comes with letting go of all expectations. Plus, Beatrice and Jovia are exceptional children who will be exceptional big sisters. 

These last two months have been crazy, but we’re about to get back to a sweet, sweet level of normalcy. Our nanny woes are over, and the first trimester and soccer season are almost through! Our normal life is going to feel like a vacation!

26 Sep

Beatrice Loves Naptime (or not)

Every few months Beatrice tests me to see if I’m still serious about this whole nap business. I know some kids are ready to drop their naps at the age of 3, but Beatrice is not one of them. She has bags under her eyes by noon and ALWAYS sleeps at least two hours. 

Today Beatrice had been up for probably 30 minutes before she started telling me that it’s not her nap time yet. She continued to talk about it the rest of the day (isn’t the three year old repetitiveness the WORST? I heard you the first 2,000 times!). The biggest sign that Beatrice is tired is that she starts proclaiming that it’s not nap time.

I conned her into going upstairs at nap time, but she refused to go into her room. I said I would count to 5, and if she wasn’t in her room she wouldn’t get books. Messing up her routine is a HUGE punishment for OCD Beatrice, and books are a vital part of the routine.

Unfortunately, I do a very poor job at the serious-mom act, and started laughing when I got to 2. We were counting UP to 5 - that means I only made it through one number before laughing.  

I don’t know why the counting business always cracks me up. I think it’s because I know she’ll wait until the last number and then will sprint off. For some reason this is hilarious to me. Maybe I should start counting to two. Surely I can keep it together for two numbers!

Anyway, I counted to 5, she didn’t move (because she’s testing me) (and also probably because I laughed), so I had to toss her in her room, with no bedtime stories and NO PJS GASP! 

Then I went downstairs and listened to what sounded like a herd of horses slamming into her door over and over.

Our children are SUPER well behaved, so even though Beatrice was slamming into her door, she knew better than to cross the line and actually open the door. 

Eventually I went back into her room, because really, can we please not wake up the neighborhood/Jovia? What I found was Beatrice with her dress stuck on her head, eyes pulled tight from the fabric, running around like a naked madman with a mane of Lightning McQueen fabric floating behind her. 

Naturally, I laughed again. That didn’t help the situation because, you know, she was a little upset about the dress stuck on her head  and being put to bed without the routine. She cried harder, which tugged at my heartstrings (even though I was still trying not to laugh), so she ended up with THE WHOLE DARN BEDTIME SPIEL, even though she was supposed to be in trouble. What can I say? I’m a sucker and her whole OCD business kind of freaks me out. 

Don’t judge, could YOU say no to this face?

Didn’t think so.

08 Sep

Indianapolis Canal Walk

I had an unexpected day off of work so the girls and I packed a picnic and went downtown to the Canal Walk. Beatrice had requested this outing, which made me happy because the canal is one of my favorite places so it’s exciting to see that she likes it as much as me! 

We saw ducks right away! We fed them our stale hamburger buns.

Well, Beatrice and I fed the ducks - Jovia just ate the stale bread.

And then Beatrice said “sorry duckies” (literally) and started eating the bread too. 

When we passed Fresco, Beatrice asked for some ice cream. We’ve clearly been to the canal a time or ten this summer. She knows the drill. 

At our picnic spot Beatrice ran around and Jovia licked everything. Cement, sidewalk, grass, everything. 

That mouth. Good grief.

I tried to get a picture of the two of them together. This exchange was the closest I got:

Sorry Jovie. Can’t even play with my nasty shoes without getting them swiped.

During our walk Beatrice asked me to fish a styrofoam cup and pop bottle out of the water. Her words: “littering is not nice”. LITTERING IS NOT NICE. I’ve never been more proud. Seriously, I think I was more excited about today’s anti-littering campaign than when she got potty trained.

04 Sep

A Visit to the Doctor

The girls had checkups today - 15 months for Jovie and 3 years for Beatrice. 

We promised Beatrice that she wasn’t going to be getting a shot, and prepared her by watching the doctor episode of Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood and going over what would happen, so she walked into the office with her head held high. 

When Beatrice turned two, the nurse wanted her to remove her beloved red sparkly shoes before getting weighed. Obviously, Beatrice became crazy and delirious over this idea, sobbing uncontrollably, and was unable to snap out of it for her entire visit. I had to get on the scale, and then get on the scale while holding her so that they could get her weight.

This year the nurse asked her to remove her shoes, Beatrice looked worried, and the nurse said it was ok, she didn’t have to. Then the nurse saw the red sparkly fanciness on B’s feet and remembered us. Apparently after the sparkly shoe incident of 2013, she no longer requires toddlers to take off their shoes if they don’t want to. So… there ya go. 

Beatrice Reynolds: Toddler Rights Activist

Beatrice did a really great job at her appointment, even if she was distracted and spinning circles during her eye test, and at one point smelled her feet and asked what that stinky smell was (the smell of her shoes could make a grown man faint). She was very brave during the appointment and I was impressed. My favorite part was when she was supposed to walk across the room and just… couldn’t… walk… normal… She did tippy toes, skips, spins, and eventually worked up to the naked Beatrice dance. 

What can I say, she just gets excited.

Beatrice stats:

Height: 36.25 inches, 30th percentile

Weight: 27.5 lbs, 20th percentile

She’s added a lot of height since last year but only gained 3.5 pounds. 

Our normally happy and easygoing kid is not impressed with the doctor. Jovia cried during the head measurement, the height check, being weighed… she is just not a fan. 

Take this moment to place your bets on Jovie’s size. Look at those thunder thighs and that belly in the above photo and remember what her favorite thing to do is (eat).

Jovie’s Stats:

Height: 29 inches, 10th percentile

Weight: 20 pounds, 10th percentile

Head: 47.7 cm, 90th percentile

TENTH PERCENTILE. What. NINTY percent of kids are bigger than her? This is not right. She’s huge! 

Apparently I don’t know what huge is.

When it was time for Jovia’s shots, Beatrice was supposed to sit by her head and comfort her. Instead, Beatrice stood up and stared in shock at the needles plunging into Jovia’s legs as Jovie screamed and I pinned her down. 

It’s a good thing Beatrice doesn’t have another shot scheduled until she’s five, because what she saw today will probably give her nightmares for a very long time.

Both girls are perfect and healthy! I will never stop being thankful for that!

20 Aug

Beatrice: First Day of Preschool

Beatrice has had a history of disliking people/social situations/being away from her parents/etc – and while I know most all kids have issues with those things, hers seemed worse. John thought preschool was necessary to get her over her fears, while I thought me quitting my job and homeschooling her for the rest of her life was a much better option.

I lost that argument.

Beatrice has grown up a lot since she turned 3 in July, developing a love for other kids and constantly chatting my ear off about who her friends are and where she wants to go with them. She’s been talking about her birthday celebration at the Children’s Museum for 6 weeks now, and that only included a whopping two friends.

I didn’t know what to expect with preschool, but on the classroom orientation day she made friends with a girl who was wearing a princess dress with princess gloves up to her elbows, and a little boy who shared the construction trucks with her. She went to the gym with the other kids without giving me a second glance. After the orientation she told me that on her Leader Day she’s going to bring her donkey as her show and tell, share bananas for a snack, and she’ll get to be the line leader. I’m pretty sure she has no idea what a line leader is, but that didn’t stop her from being excited about it.

Yesterday was the big first day of preschool. She woke up saying she was excited. We packed her backpack. She ate her entire first-day-of-school donut (as if we don’t have donuts every day around here…). She decided to forego the pineapple dress that she bought for the occasion, and put on her trusty flowered frock and red sparkly shoes instead. If it ain’t broke, right?


Do you think her backpack is big enough?

When we got to school we walked down the long hallways and passed multiple crying moms. I thought to myself, “come on ladies, it’s 2 days of 3 hour preschool each week. Get a hold of yourself.” Beatrice found her name outside of her classroom and hung up her backpack while some kid yelled, “LOOK MOM A LIGHTNING MCQUEEN BACKPACK! LOOK MOM! LOOK MOM!”. Beatrice thought this was funny. I took her into her class and she said hello to her teacher and… that’s it. She walked off and didn’t look back. No tears, no nothing. Just a big kid going to preschool.

That’s when I became one of those crying mothers in the hallway.

I tried to fight it. Couldn’t.



Beatrice: Age 3, First Day of Preschool: 8/19/2014

I feel teary right now just thinking about it. Motherhood has made me terribly soft.

Since I am an overprotective basketcase, I arrived way too early to pick her up from school so I had time to spy on her. There was Beatrice playing duck duck goose, having absolutely the best time of her life. I probably would have cried again if our new nanny hadn’t been with me, and one time of crying in front of her was quite enough. Beatrice looked like the happiest and most enthusiastic kid in the class. They had a story time after the game and she literally skipped to the mat. She spotted me halfway through the story, but just waved and went back to listening.

Who is this child?

After class she hugged Jovia over and over and kept saying, “I missed my sister!” which was the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. She talked nonstop about her new preschool bff, wondering when she can come to her house. I asked John if I should get the girls phone number from B’s teacher and he said no. Apparently that will peg me as a crazy mom.

So I’ll probably wait until, you know, next week to ask.

Beatrice told me about her snack (strawberries, graham crackers, chocolate milk), and about the story they read (Clifford’s First Day of School), and about the tree she painted, and about how some of the kids would fall down in the gym (with a demonstration). Kids falling never cease to amuse her. Later that night we played Duck Duck Goose as a family and she continued to talk about her bff, although her friend’s name morphed into a different name as the night went on.  She wanted to know if we’d like to go on the Sheep Farm Field Trip with her (duh, of course we will).

She is going to thrive in preschool. I’m so proud of that little rascal I could cry (again).


 Typical Jovie - not caring about anything but the food.

How do you drop your kids off at COLLEGE? I’m going to need sedatives for that one.  

03 Aug Tonight Beatrice got her first haircut-  at the age of three years and one month. I snipped it as she colored, which is, uh, interesting. 

Her hair looks so much better now. I feel bad for waiting so long to do it!

Tonight Beatrice got her first haircut- at the age of three years and one month. I snipped it as she colored, which is, uh, interesting.

Her hair looks so much better now. I feel bad for waiting so long to do it!

03 Jul



I am dropping off the face of the earth more and more frequently these days. A lot has happened around here lately. My sister got married. Jovia turned one and Beatrice turned three. Soccer and school are both over, and since I only work 4 days a week, it’s a three day weekend every weekend! This summer is the best and we’re taking advantage of every minute of it.

Around here lately:


- is now one and could care less about walking. She get’s downright angry if you try to make her walk while hanging on to your hands. If she was my first child I’d probably be freaking out, but since she’s the second she get’s a “whatever”, because surely she’ll walk eventually.

- loves, loves, LOVES water. She drinks a ridiculous amount of water and crawls around with a cup hanging out of her mouth. She puts her hand in any cup left unattended. She wants to be playing in the water table/bathtub/sink/etc whenever possible.

- she mimics the noises we make. My favorite is her fake snore.

- before she goes to sleep she needs ample time to flop around on our bed. It’s really weird but it’s probably the best part of her day.


- includes ‘Reynolds’ in our names (Mama Reynolds, Daddy Reynolds, Jovie Reynolds)

- she says the same word twice with an ‘and’ in-between. Examples: yummy and yummy, no and no, stinker and stinker.

- Remember Lambchop? Jovia has a Lambchop puppet, which has become B’s favorite thing of the moment. This means I spend much of my day talking in my Lambchop voice to Shamu, who is Lambchop’s bff. Lambchop even reads the bedtime stories these days. 

- as excited she was about her birthday, she still won’t own up to being three. I think this is because she knows three means potty time. 

John & I

- We go on bike rides almost every night. This is so fun for me that each time we go I think that maybe we should stop having kids. If we have another baby that means I’ll either be way pregnant or fresh off of childbirth next summer which means no bike rides either way. If you know me well, you know that these bike rides must be really great if they make me not want to have any more babies. 

- We’ve been in our house for a year and are FINALLY making it our own by painting and doing other little projects. It’s addicting and exciting. 

- We need a nanny asap. If you would like the job, let me know.

11 Jun

We’ve been singing the Brown Squirrel song, and today Beatrice told me that she doesn’t have that movie yet but would like to get it.

Unfortunately for her, the Brown Squirrel song is from my preschool days, circa 1988, and not from a movie. Although I think we have a vhs tape lying around somewhere, with my siblings and I singing our own version of the song (maybe while wearing thanksgiving costumes made out of paper bags? I’m not sure.).

Brown Squirrel, Brown Squirrel, Swish your Bushy Tail.
Brown Squirrel, Brown Squirrel, Swish your Bushy Tail.
Wrinkle up your Little Nose.
Hold a Nut between your Toes.
Brown Squirrel, Brown Squirrel, Swish your Bushy Tail.

19 May


15 May

Every night looks like this. For some reason their bath always makes them wild, so they run around like little hooligans. As soon as their pajamas are on, they are calm again.