- "Please get off the baby. Please get off the baby!" "GENTLE!" "Eeeeassy. Easy." If I had a nickel, a penny even for every time I say those words in a day I would be a rich woman.
- I would like to have some great blog posts, but my brain is turning to mush. My vocabulary has dropped to a grade school level, since I have to at least be able to keep up with my kids' homework. My days are spent holding, feeding or changing the baby, or running interference. William LOVES the baby. I mean REALLY loves the baby. He is always on top of him, kissing, hugging and just plain lovin' on him all day long. I think it is so amazing how much love he has for him and how he just wants to be with him all the time, but it is exhausting. James is a cutie, and it's hard not to kiss those cheeks. He is a beautiful, sweet and smiley baby almost all the time. But, he is not a fan of the car and/or carseat. He tells us by his wails. That boy can go from zero to screaming in no time flat, and to drive with a little one screaming is very hard. He is not the best sleeper, but that is mostly my fault. I need a better schedule (in EVERY area of my life) for him.
- I asked William if he wanted to do swim lessons. His response: "Then I can get my license back?" No idea where that came from. LOL That boy still cracks me up every day by his comments. He is like a Gregory in his singing and quoting movies - he only has to see/hear it one time and he knows it - and his sense of humor is Daddy's all the way. He is a nut.
- Emma is enjoying first grade, with more responsibilities and fun. She actually told me that she wished she could go to school on Saturday. I guess that's a pretty good sign. I love her new uniform and I think she looks absolutely adorable in that jumper. We are hoping that she will share a room with the baby when he is ready for a room, and I think she will be a great help with James. She is a huge help in the car when James starts screaming.
- In Spanish class, the kids filled out a little thing about themselves. Likes and dislikes or "me gusta" and "no me gusta." Patrick's came home with the usual in the likes - video games, Mario, etc. The dislikes: earthquakes, ticks, cancer. Sigh. I know he's growing up, I can see it in our conversations, and by an incident that happened at school. One of his friends was saying some things that upset him, not AT him, and he got concerned, so he brought it to the attention of the teacher. Big moment for him and proud moment for me. I can't believe he's so old!
- I keep hoping my house will clean itself, and the laundry fairies will visit me a little more frequently. I know things are going to take a bit longer to get used to. I know it, but I can't seem to handle it. Just have to keep going. So, if you don't hear from me in a while, I may need some rescuing. If you don't find me under the pile of Mount Neverest, try under the nearest bed, where I may be in the fetal position, sucking my thumb.
Just kidding about the thumb.