Every Friday for the past 3 weeks I've been surprised that it's come so fast.
Life was going pretty smoothly for a few months. I was feeling slightly smug. I had the kids on naturally led schedules, I had healthy meals thanks to meal planning and smart shopping. I felt like I was giving the kids a good balance of going out for fun things and staying in for some downtime.
And the most important thing: I could count on them to knock out for 3 hours at roughly the same time in the afternoon.
Anna for whatever reason is boycotting naps now. Or at least trying to. I put her on the bed with her bottle and she climbs back down as soon as she finishes. We do this little dance all afternoon with her getting more and more irritable as each hour goes by. She'll carry a pillow or blanky around and finally I'll find her passed out with it in some corner of the house. This has happened as late as 6 in the afternoon, so I get nervous and wake her up after 30 minutes so as not to disrupt her bedtime, but one night I was still trying to get her to bed at 11pm.
She's also been a big fan of my lap or the big chairs all of a sudden. I'll be sitting down to eat and she'll either want to be in my lap (I'm on a stool at the kitchen island) or right next to me( dinner table). She's also tried to feed me my entire meal but I was laughing too hard to handle it. It's one thing when she offers me a chip but shoving spoonfuls of soup in my general direction while making a "mmmm!!!" face complete with raised eyebrows and big bright eyes each time is too much.
(she likes to sit in my lap when i'm on the computer too. FUN.)
She's also been messier with her toys so I've been trying to teach her to clean up after herself....much harder than just swooping in and doing it myself but I really want my kids to be clean and productive members of the family (thanks Gary Chapman). My main inspiration for this is Iggy.
When we would date in high school I didn't think much about the way his mom would serve him food in his room and then come in half an hour later to pick up the plates.
Or the fact that she made his bed every morning while he took a shower.
Or that she ironed and hung all his clothing, even the ones he wore for a second before deciding to wear something else.
Nope, it wasn't much of an issue.
Until we got married.
And now, God bless him he tries. But it's just not ingrained in him to clean up right away, so if he's home after a long day of work his mind is checked out and he's not going to try to impress me with his cleanliness.
He does have a whole new appreciation for his lovely and blessed mother though haha.
And my lovely angel boy.
He is my annoying little parrot squawking away in the morning. I wake up so annoyed because he has the most annoying cry, but then I look into his crib and he gives me the most beautiful, cheesy, beaming smile I have to laugh. I think I'm going to make an effort to record it tomorrow.
He wakes up earlier than all of us but then he takes a 3 hour nap in the early morning.
Speaking of baby Iggy, I've been getting more emails about him lately asking for his story, so rather than having ya'll dig through the archives I'm writing a summary of sorts so he has his own page detailing the time in the hospital and where we are at now with him.