This past week went by fairly quickly. We have been so busy. And by we I mean me of course. The kids are busy making messes and dirtying laundry and asking me what else they can eat (THE OPTIONS LITERALLY NEVER CHANGE OMG) and I am mostly refereeing and trying to keep everyone alive, fed, and clean (and in that order). I hardly make it til 9:30 most nights before I am konked out asleep.
The rhythm is good though. I think we need it and it will help the time pass by a bit quicker and easier, even if it does all but kill me. I swear Hank is the best baby I've ever had (sorry you other three). He is fairly low maintenance, sleeps amazingly well, and even naps fairly consistently. But I'm not sure what it is- I never stop feeling like I've been hit by a train. No matter how much coffee I drink, I am always ready to jump right back in bed. Will has taken an interest in waking up at 5am these days though, so I don't see any sleeping in in my near future.
In my "on this day" feature in my photos, I am seeing photos pop up of toddler Sam and baby Molly right before Steve deployed. So crazy that it's been five years since that happened. And here we are again- same season, babies the same ages (almost), and even in a house with the same layout! Bizarre.
The kids started AWANA this past week and love it. Sam had his first soccer game last Saturday (they lost, but it opened up a nice discussion on being a graceful loser). Molly is still doing dance and really well at school, and in her spare time, she finds six billion questions to lob my way. Will is in this terrible phase where he doesn't talk yet, but desperately needs/wants to, so instead he just slaps anyone that doesn't respond to him the way he wants them to. This has made playdates exponentially harder, as I have to up my referee/lifeguard game and frequently yell mid-sentence for him to quit doing something he's not supposed to be doing. I know it's a phase, but man, it's an ugly one. Not to be Negative Nancy on Will- he counters these frustrated outbursts with THE sweetest, most heart-melting moments; he will walk up to me and squeeze my legs in a big hug, or come kiss Hank on the head, belly flop onto Molly and give her a kiss, giggle as he chases Sam, and hold my hand and snuggle with me. He is my sweet boy and even when he's bad, I can't help but love him to death. Hank officially started formula. I gave him some breastmilk after having given him a bottle of formula and he kinda acted like it tasted awful. So the few bags left in the freezer will be used for random diaper rashes and anything else that needs breastmilk thrown at it. The kids are still doing Sunday school after mass and even though they took away childcare during mass (you can probably hear me sobbing from here), we are still going to attempt to go and practice sitting still and being quiet. Will isn't terrible. He does fairly well during the first half. But the last half really requires a lot of work to keep him still, and I'm hoping that sitting near friends will help the situation. Maybe I can pass Hank off to them if I need to chase Will down. I have started going to PWOC again and love it. My friend Rachel is leading a Bible study at her church each week, so I am going to start going to that as well to support her! Toss in a few playdates, grocery shopping, remembering to put gas in the car (this is very hard for me), meal prep, reviewing spelling words and schoolwork, cleaning the house, laundry, refilling the mother $@*!~ baby wipes containers, and I am freaking SPENT. I fall face first into bed most nights and don't so much as move a muscle until Hank wakes me up in the morning (or the middle of the night- whatever).
And with that, Will is awake from his nap. Oh, and Hank too! Lovely. Who needs alone time. Not me. #blessed
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| But seriously, I feel super blessed lately. |
I was considering sending you a semi-snarky message about you needing to blog again, so thanks for the update! Lol.
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