Hi everyone! I’ve tried for nights now to write a blog. But since Michael was born, I’m lucky if I get a chance to return an email, and REALLY lucky if I get a shower. I don’t remember being this insanely busy when the boys were born. I guess the difference is that now I’m pulled in 4 different directions, and back then, at least the boys were on the same schedule. For example, at the same second (at any given moment) over here, #1 is dying of hunger because we ate 30 minutes ago, #2 is on the verge of death (and needs a band-aid right NOW) because #3 threw a car at him, #3 is melting down because said car bounced off #2’s head and vanished under the couch, and poor Michael is crying because, well, because he is 6 weeks old. And as soon as I start nursing Michael, someone is upstairs needing their butt wiped while someone else is shouting “Uh oh. UH OH. Mommmyyyy!!” And so the day goes. So anyway, when I have more than 10 uninterrupted minutes, I’ll write a better update. But suffice it to say, everything is going well. Michael’s been fussy lately, but mostly has been an easy baby. The biggest challenge has been a practical one: how to feed him according to his unpredictable schedule and get the boys to school on time three mornings a week). We’re managing, though (it’s amazing how much can be accomplished with a kid hanging from your boob), and Michael certainly hasn’t missed any meals. He eats like a horse and is wearing clothes the boys wore at 8 months. And he's still got that awesome head of hair. Here’s some pics, and I promise to write more soon!
|The brothers model the latest in headgear.|
|Charlie tells Michael the rules of the house. According to Charlie.|
|Wrestling match #425 of the day. Good thing Michael's growing so big so fast...|