Hope your Mardi Gras was as fun as ours!
24 February 2009
21 February 2009
The Men
He gets bug-eyed every time I try to take a picture of his face. A profile shot is the best I can do. The furrowed, serious brow is very typical.
20 February 2009
What a Lie
I've heard, I don't know how many times, "If you have 3 kids, you might as well have 16. It doesn't get any harder after 3." What a complete lie!
I want everyone to know...it does get harder after 3. Right after 3 comes 4, and it's pretty difficult. They outnumber you 2 to 1. There's more crying, more laundry, more boots and snow pants lying on the floor, more little bodies snuggle and more soft cheeks to kiss.
Chris and I were not expecting an easy transition. No one in our family has a laid back, taking-it-easy sort of personality. We are all intense, on the go, opinionated, strong willed people. We knew adding one more to the mix would make things--interesting! But it is chaotic every waking moment. Chris wants to commission a painting to go over the threshold of our home that says "God Bless our Chaos". Often around 4:30, for no reason (other than the two babies crying, Claire and Lily fighting, and the depths of my fatigue) I start crying. It is either cry or leave the house, slamming the door behind me. Crying is obviously the better option.
I know that this transition will go quickly, and much like labor, these growing pains will fade with time. For now, however, I feel so inadequate for the task before me and everyday is a struggle.
I want everyone to know...it does get harder after 3. Right after 3 comes 4, and it's pretty difficult. They outnumber you 2 to 1. There's more crying, more laundry, more boots and snow pants lying on the floor, more little bodies snuggle and more soft cheeks to kiss.
Chris and I were not expecting an easy transition. No one in our family has a laid back, taking-it-easy sort of personality. We are all intense, on the go, opinionated, strong willed people. We knew adding one more to the mix would make things--interesting! But it is chaotic every waking moment. Chris wants to commission a painting to go over the threshold of our home that says "God Bless our Chaos". Often around 4:30, for no reason (other than the two babies crying, Claire and Lily fighting, and the depths of my fatigue) I start crying. It is either cry or leave the house, slamming the door behind me. Crying is obviously the better option.
I know that this transition will go quickly, and much like labor, these growing pains will fade with time. For now, however, I feel so inadequate for the task before me and everyday is a struggle.
11 February 2009
Gone Missing
When you finally notice that your toddler is missing...and doesn't answer your call, where is she? Mine is almost always in the upstairs bathroom "beautifying" herself.
Nice.
02 February 2009
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