Wow!
I can't believe that I haven't posted in over a month. That's not like me at all. I guess I must have a lot of kids or something. Or maybe I'm spending all my computer time on Pinterest, you never know.
It's been a huge learning experience having 5 kids. Especially having 5 kids and one of those being 2 year old L. My life will never be the same after having this child. The woman who marries him is going to be one lucky, exhausted, blessed woman! I only say exhausted because odds are his kids will be just like him...heaven help her. I used to look around me at the women that had rambunctious children and give that sad "frown smile" and think ohhhh poor thing. Now I see that "frown smile" from lots of other people directed right at ME! My friend sat with me at book club last month and told me that she had a child just like him and there is hope at the end of my tunnel. Her's is only 4 but she said it is considerably better. I cannot take him places unless I completely think it through first. Is the place we are going decorated with breakable things (like someones house with precious family heirlooms), can he run into the middle of a busy street at the park for playgroup, will he maul other children that are smaller than him at this place, will he steal their food, will he flop down in the middle of the parking lot and make it almost impossible for me to get him and CH into the car? All these things run through my mind. Oh, and I have to make sure that I do not feed CH in public unless L as another adult that can run him down if necessary. He likes to wait until I am completely immobilized before he takes off. When he's all grown up and I've lived through it (hopefully CH will too) I can give women the "frown smile" in public and thank God I'm done.
The make up on his face is only out done by the snot running down his face!
The other day I was in the kitchen doing dishes. We only open the top part of our windows for fear he will launch himself out of one of them and die. He had pushed a kitchen chair over to one and was in the process of climbing out the TOP part of the window. Seriously how do you child proof for this kid? Here he is climbing on my headboard.
We did go to the fire station yesterday for playgroup. It was so fun. He loved the engines, he didn't get run over or anything. He did not flop on the ground, or get lost, he did not cry or fuss. He did run through the whole station, he latched onto a certain fire fighter and was carried around most of the time, and by the time we left EVERY fire fighter in the station knew his name.
His picture in front of the jaws of life. I foresee a future of either needing them, or using them!
CH is two months old now. He's a sweet baby. We had to put his crib in the living room so that we could sleep. He's a loud sleeper just like L was. He goes to bed around 8:30 and sleeps until 5:30...pretty darn good! He still has trouble nursing but he's growing like a weed so I guess it's not that bad. He's really adorable too. His smiles are few and far between, not because he's grumpy, he's just a serious baby, but when you do get him to smile or laugh it's magical. I love this little guy.
It's been a huge learning experience having 5 kids. Especially having 5 kids and one of those being 2 year old L. My life will never be the same after having this child. The woman who marries him is going to be one lucky, exhausted, blessed woman! I only say exhausted because odds are his kids will be just like him...heaven help her. I used to look around me at the women that had rambunctious children and give that sad "frown smile" and think ohhhh poor thing. Now I see that "frown smile" from lots of other people directed right at ME! My friend sat with me at book club last month and told me that she had a child just like him and there is hope at the end of my tunnel. Her's is only 4 but she said it is considerably better. I cannot take him places unless I completely think it through first. Is the place we are going decorated with breakable things (like someones house with precious family heirlooms), can he run into the middle of a busy street at the park for playgroup, will he maul other children that are smaller than him at this place, will he steal their food, will he flop down in the middle of the parking lot and make it almost impossible for me to get him and CH into the car? All these things run through my mind. Oh, and I have to make sure that I do not feed CH in public unless L as another adult that can run him down if necessary. He likes to wait until I am completely immobilized before he takes off. When he's all grown up and I've lived through it (hopefully CH will too) I can give women the "frown smile" in public and thank God I'm done.
The make up on his face is only out done by the snot running down his face!
The other day I was in the kitchen doing dishes. We only open the top part of our windows for fear he will launch himself out of one of them and die. He had pushed a kitchen chair over to one and was in the process of climbing out the TOP part of the window. Seriously how do you child proof for this kid? Here he is climbing on my headboard.
We did go to the fire station yesterday for playgroup. It was so fun. He loved the engines, he didn't get run over or anything. He did not flop on the ground, or get lost, he did not cry or fuss. He did run through the whole station, he latched onto a certain fire fighter and was carried around most of the time, and by the time we left EVERY fire fighter in the station knew his name.
I do love me some babies in foot PJ's!
Here's a picture of me and most of the kids snuggling watching conference a few weeks ago. Best...conference...ever!
Hulk Hands!
CH is two months old now. He's a sweet baby. We had to put his crib in the living room so that we could sleep. He's a loud sleeper just like L was. He goes to bed around 8:30 and sleeps until 5:30...pretty darn good! He still has trouble nursing but he's growing like a weed so I guess it's not that bad. He's really adorable too. His smiles are few and far between, not because he's grumpy, he's just a serious baby, but when you do get him to smile or laugh it's magical. I love this little guy.
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