Wednesday, August 7, 2013


Note:  Not complaining, just stating the facts:)

Life with a newborn looks a little something like this...
I'll be honest...if this sweet baby isn't sleeping or eating, she's fussy. 
Twist my arm if this is what it takes to keep us all calm and happy.
It's having a disaster of a playroom and a couch covered in unfolded laundry and the lack of energy to even cook oatmeal for breakfast, so in the car we all go to Chick Fil A.  Playtime for the boys, a nursing session for Little Lady, coffee for me, and breakfast for all.  Oh wait, Garrett has to pee and Gavin is ready to eat five minutes after we arrive and I have a baby on the boob.  Ok, I got this.  Thank you, kind employee who brought us our food, delivered condiments, retrieved napkins, and checked on us frequently.  Sorry to anyone in the restaurant who might have seen said boob...nursing, walking, pottying, ordering, and eating all at once gets tricky.

It's having an awesome husband who understands that it takes 100 x as long to get anything done anymore and that folding the laundry that I never managed to get to for two days was the nicest thing to wake up to all week.  Thank you thank you thank you.

It's appreciating the dirt pile on the side of the house for the hours of entertainment its provided for the boys lately, which has allowed me to nurse somewhat peacefully every morning and afternoon.  The baths that are required afterward don't even seem like that much of a hassle.
Never gets old.
It's showing off my sweet girl to the 5 1/2 year old sitting behind me at a restaurant recently, who excitedly tells me that she's lost five teeth and in just a couple weeks she'll be a big sister to a baby brother!  And it's feeling totally ok and finding humor in her honesty when she says, "I see your belly is still stretched out a little from your baby!"

It's that 'mom of the year' moment when I'm at previously mentioned restaurant and realize my baby needs a diaper change and I don't have a single one in my purse or diaper bag or car.  Oops.

It's relishing in the rare occurrence of all three kids napping at the same time.

It's picking my jaw off the floor when Gavin ASKS to run an errand with me instead of staying with Daddy.  It's watching him make himself at home and play NICELY with the little boy whose house we're quickly visiting to pick up a few things I bought from an online yardsale group.  And it's seizing the moment and pulling over on the side of the road when he spots 'a RAINBOW!'

P.S. Guess who's the latest potty training champ?  This kid!!!  Alleluia!
It's realizing that attending a baby shower, a gymnastics team reunion, and spending 5 hours at the pool are a bit much to do in a weekend with a two week old.  While all fun and enjoyable, it took me two full days of not leaving the house to recover.  And during those two recovery days I stayed in my pjs all day and didn't care of visitors stopped by and saw me in my frumpy glory.

It's answering the boys' latest favorite question: "How did Katharine get in your tummy?"

It's having two kids in the tub, one baby on the boob (again.  always.), and a friend on the phone, when all of a sudden the nursing baby has a diaper explosion and the bathing boys decide at the same moment that bath time is over and climb themselves out of the tub.  It's quickly hanging up the phone, wrapping up boys in towels with one hand, holding messy baby steady while she keeps eating, getting everyone into the other room, and reading books so I can gradually get things under control...

It's perfecting the art of wearing a baby (thank you, Ergo carrier) so she'll stop crying and I can keep up with the boys.  It's also so I can eat dinner, careful not to drop anything on her head.  I'm dining, of course, on the picnic table of the boys' play set.  While they hang upside down from the trapeze bar. 

It's being ok with sleep deprivation (even if my eyeballs hurt some days) and letting the sweet moments outweigh the frustrating ones this go round...1) There's only one baby to handle this time.  2) I know I won't remember this, nor will it be like this forever.  3)  It's my last time to enjoy newborn-ness.
3 weeks!
One proud mama:)
4 generations...pretty priceless.
I just can't help it.

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