A Tumble

Well, it happened... Zachary rolled off the bed... Kayden did it, Isaac did it a few times, now poor Zachary has been initiated into the club... 

I wasn't even in the room... I was tending to Isaac who had woken for God only knows what reason...

Kayden's great grandma told me once that if a child didn't fall off the bed at least once before their 1st birthday, they wouldn't survive... 

I don't know if it really was an old wives tale or if she was just trying to make me feel better.... Regardless, it did...

She passed away recently... Her love & kindness will definitely be remembered & cherished... And missed...

And Zachary? He's fine, settled quickly & nursed back to sleep just fine... And according to Grandma Ramsey, he will survive...

Death By Sleep Deprivation

With the exception of 15 minutes in the car, no one napped yesterday... Consequently, everyone was asleep by 8:15... But with all the caffeine I consumed trying to make it through the day, it was a little after 10 before I was able to fall asleep...

The baby woke about midnight, which was a decent stretch for him... But for some reason, he didn't settle back down until almost 1am...

Just as he finally fell asleep, the toddler woke up... I learned he just might know how to climb out of his crib... I changed him, nursed him, read to him, rocked him... TWO HOURS LATER, he's still awake & the baby wakes up...

I turn on his TV & tell him it's brother's turn with mommy... I go to the baby...I hear the toddler fussing & watch him closely on the monitor to make sure he doesn't climb out of his crib... He complains for about 10 minutes then lays down & goes to sleep...

The commotion wakes Kayden who wants to chat... She rambles on about God only knows what... The baby is distracted by this & is difficult to feed & get back to sleep...

Finally everyone seems to be settled in & I glance at the clock... 4:15...

The baby wakes again at 6:30 because Kayden woke crying from a bad dream... She settles down quickly but insists she must tell me about the dream RIGHT THAT MINUTE because it's "falling out of [her] head..."

Just as the baby starts to settle again, the toddler starts to cry... It's 7:00...

Someone might just die today...

Best Made Plans...

After we learned we were expecting Isaac, The Hubs & I had a conversation about how we would handle it if Kayden ever called him "Dad"... Because that's what the baby would call him and we didn't know if she would want to start doing it too.... she already has a great dad who is very involved with her so we carefully planned how to correct her without hurting anyone's feelings.... Here we are two years later and it's never been an issue... He's always just been "Mike" to her.... However, now Isaac is calling him "Mike".... So much for that idea... ;)

Five Minute Excerpt #4

We get home after a long day at work & the sitter's... As I unload the baby seat from the car, he starts to cry... I get him inside & run back out to get the toddler... 

The 30 seconds it took to get back inside with the toddler was just too much for him & he is now in full fledged meltdown... I scoop him out of his car seat...

I run to let the dog out of her kennel & outside... I noticed this on the back patio & on the ground next to the patio:

I look up & see this:

(I'm not surprised since we had storms last night & I thought I heard glass break but I didn't see it this morning so I thought it might have been a dream...)

I put baby in his swing (out of toddler's reach) and he begins to cry again... then I run outside to pick up the glass so the dog/kids don't get hurt.... Toddler cries to come out... He's heartbroken because I won't let him until after the glass is cleaned up...

As I'm washing my hands after disposing of the glass, I see one of the barstools move away from the counter... The toddler starts to cry... I come around the counter & find this:

(Yes, that's blood.... I begin to wonder if he tried to eat the barstool & missed & bit his lip instead...)

I pick him up & wipe his face & mouth which has stopped bleeding as quickly as it had started.... The baby is still crying in the background...

I run to grab the baby & I find this:

Oh, holy hell!!! I forgot to strap him in!!!

I scoop him up & go to the couch to nurse... The toddler is still crying from his run-in with the barstool & crawls up to nurse as well....

Then something like this happens:

At 6:15pm... Which means that if I don't wake them up, they'll wake on their own right about the time I'm ready for bed... 

And I need to pee...

I roll the toddler off & he begins to cry again... I put the baby on his play mat & he wakes up & smiles... (At least HE's happy....)

Hubs is out of town for work for God only knows how long... Lord help me!

Just The Cow...

Isaac (20 months) has always favored my husband... He's been a Daddy's Boy from very early on... He's only preferred me when he is tired & wants to nurse....

Tonight, I was outside swinging him on the swing set, enjoying some rare one-on-one time with my "poor" middle child....

Isaac: Daddy?

Me: I'm Mommy... (I sing the ABCs)

Isaac: Daddy?

Me: I'm Mommy, Daddy's inside... (I sing Old McDonald)

Isaac: Daddy?

Me: It's Mommy & Isaac time now... (I say a nursery rhyme or 2)

This continues for about 15 minutes... Isaac then started to CRY FOR DADDY!!!! 

Seriously, kid?!?

I guess I am just the cow...

Five Minute Excerpt: Third Edition

I strip the baby & change his diaper... I rub him down with oil... I hear the toddler sneeze...

I run to grab the toddler & wash his face because he has snot all over his face & hands & he's headed toward the couch.... 

I return to the baby to dress him & realize his fresh diaper is already wet.... I change his diaper & dress him....

I grab the toddler & quickly change his diaper.... I hear the baby grunt, then fill his diaper...

I return to the baby for his 3rd diaper in less than 10 minutes....

(Disclaimer: This actually took about 10 minutes from start to finish ;)

A Father's Love

We've had a rainy few days in our area with it becoming severe, even tornadic, this evening. 

Hubs has made a huge effort to play with Isaac outside pretty much every day since the weather has been fairly nice... So Isaac was not too happy when, after asking all day to go out, Daddy kept telling him no... He's just too young to understand it wasn't safe.

But, later in the evening, during a break in the rain & lightning, this happened:

Now, that's love, right there!

This got me to thinking about God's love for us... A Father's love. There are many times in our lives we ask for things... Sometimes the answer is "yes"... Sometimes it's "no"... Sometimes it's "later"... 

We may not always understand God's plan or His timing... But we must try to remember He loves His children and wants the best for us, even when we don't understand His plan...

Five Minute Excerpt Of My Day (Take 2)

Baby is laying on his play mat crying... I pick him up, sit down, and start to nurse....

Toddler has discovered the hidden art supply cabinet & pulls out an empty Kleenex box full of crayons...

I pop baby off and lay him back down to get toddler set up with crayons... 

As I put the crayons & coloring book on the table, toddler runs to "love" on baby... This includes laying on top of him & poking him in the eye...

I redirect toddler to the table to color....  I go back to the baby, now crying again...

Just as I sit down to nurse, toddler dumps entire box of crayons on the table, chair, & floor....

With baby still attached, I return to the toddler to pick up crayons off the floor... He is simultaneously wiping crayons off the table onto the chair and kicking them to the floor...

After all crayons are returned to the box, I again attempt to sit down to continue nursing... I notice the dog has gotten sick on the floor....

I pop baby off and set him in the swing & clean up the dog's mess....

Just as the mess has been cleaned & disposed of, I hear the crayons being dumped onto the table/chair/floor & the baby starts crying again....

Cue the circus music....

5 Minute Excerpt Of My Morning

I'm changing the toddler on the floor... He takes off one of my shoes... Baby starts crying.... I finish changing the toddler & the baby stops crying so I nurse the toddler since he's been asking for milk all morning... Baby starts crying again so I pop the toddler off & get off the floor... I scoop the baby up & my 6-year-old asks me to cut up an apple for her....

I'm standing in my kitchen holding a crying baby with my boob hanging out & I'm missing a shoe.... 

 

And I'm cutting up an apple....