fun. crazy. life.

So Colin has started projectile vomiting all over the place several times a day. I’m a little concerned. Not for his health - Grace did this too when she was a baby. It was just reflex, no big deal. He’ll be fine. Especially since he is HUGE and is CLEARLY not in danger of losing too much weight.
I’m concerned for our wardrobes. Last night he got me straight on. I had to change my sweatshirt, my t-shirt, my pants, my bra AND my underwear. That is how soaked I was. (Say it with me… EWWWWWWW!!)  What am I going to do when he does this in public? I’m going to have to start carrying a duffel bag with complete changes of clothes for the whole family. And clothes for any unfortunate bystanders. Can you imagine? What if he gets a total stranger in the grocery store? I. Would. DIE.
Maybe we’ll just stay home until he outgrows this.
Don’t YOU want to sit next to us in church this Sunday?

Our first bleeding head injury.

She claims she hurt her head “on the couch.”
I don’t know how exactly… but I suspect something else happened.
Call it my “keen powers of deduction.”

• For that first morning feeding, you realize you are nursing the baby at your desk, while drinking coffee, eating breakfast, e-mailing and putting on your make-up while your other kids are watching tv nearby. Loudly. You are not sitting in a rocking chair in a softly lit, quiet room with no distractions.
• Your baby takes 3 of 5 naps in his car seat. Instead of you staying at home, refusing to disturb your little bundle’s naptime.
• You let your husband travel just 2 weeks after baby is born. Telling him, “I’m going to be tired anyway…” As opposed to freaking out when he is 10 minutes late coming home from work, because how will you cook dinner with a baby?
• You hear yourself say to your other kid “Yuck! Go wipe your nose and stop using the baby as a tissue!!” Instead of keeping him completely isolated from germs and going through a gallon of Purell a week.
• You are surviving on massive amounts of caffeine. Instead of still being on decaf, because you gave up coffee the minute you found out you were pregnant. (Snort! Novice.)
• You don’t rush to your baby’s side at the slightest noise. Instead you lay in bed arguing with your spouse over whose turn it is to go get him. As he screams his head off. (The baby. Not your spouse.)
• Because the baby is sleeping in his own room already. Instead of in a cradle, an arm’s length from your bed until he is 6 months old.

On the other hand, despite the craziness and the not sleeping, I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world. Because I’m not sure there is anything that could possibly be any sweeter than overhearing your older children sing “Baby Mine” to their baby brother. Just thinking about it makes my heart squeeze and tears come to my eyes.

Getting a picture of your three kids.


Does the artsy-ness of the black and white make them less horrible?

I feel like this week is the real test. We’re back to our normal activities: Bible Study, Ballet, etc. Husband will be traveling. Our meals from church will be ending so I need to start cooking again. I have to sign the kids up for swim lessons and we’re deciding about summer camps and activities. I don’t even know what I’m doing tomorrow, nevermind in 3 months!
One minute I feel ready to take on the world - I am going to kick this week’s butt! -  then next minute I feel like crawling into my bed, pulling the covers over my head and staying there because I am so overwhelmed by it all. Every time I turn around, there is a kid wanting something or needing help. Ellie and Grace have been bickering all day about the pink My Little Pony. It all seems tied to sleep. If I have a good stretch of sleep that night, I feel okay. If its a night like last night when Colin wanted to eat all night long, its a bit harder to get perspective :-)  Although all 4 of us took a nap this afternoon, which was a piece of heaven! But then I was suddenly crying for no apparent reason. Grrrr… hormones.
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On a brighter note, we had a GREAT weekend. Friday night the girls slept at a friends’ house and we enjoyed a night with just Colin. It was wonderful!! We got some extra sleep and lots done around the house. (A piece of our fridge fell off on Friday. That was just my week last week.) 
We also did some research and discovered that the camera the kids broke was only worth about $70. We bought it 3 years ago for like $400. So depressing. But good for them, since we are now not quite so annoyed at them. So now Husband is busily researching cameras. Because we simply can NOT get the same camera for $70. Why would we? Not when there are new, better, more advanced cameras out there.
Boys.
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Speaking of spending money, I need a new cell phone. My phone now holds a charge for approximately 5 minutes.  Any suggestions? I was looking at the Razr - in PINK of course - but I’ve heard that they aren’t that great. Anyone have one? What about the Motokrzr? Why do these phones have such weird names?
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Despite all my hormonal emotions, I am completely enamored with this baby. Seriously - I could sit and stare at him all day. His sweetness makes my heart hurt.

So my friends are taking the girls away! Until Sunday! Today I am dropping them off at a birthday party and picking them up at church on Sunday. How nice is that? Hopefully I will be a much nicer mommy when I get them on Sunday.
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Husband came home last night and handled the whole camera-incident with much more grace and calm that I could have. He handled it beautifully. I was very impressed in my haze of sleep-deprived rage.
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I feel really bad for my girls. I feel like they are bearing the brunt of my sleep deprivation. I’m pretty patient with Colin, seeing as he’s 10 days old and very little and cute.  But the girls seem to be seeing most of my impatience and grumpiness. I feel bad. I’m glad that they get to go off with their friends this weekend and have fun and get away from grumpy mama. And that grumpy mama can get some sleep.
I’m trying to be really loving with them and giving them extra hugs and kisses and love. But I don’t feel like its enough.