Every time I open my computer and start writing, I either get side tracked with baby to-do list items (there are so many more bullet points listed than I ever thought would be necessary be with a third), or start combatting heavy eyelids, which just can’t happen right before preschool pickup.
Orrrr it gets suspiciously quiet, like right now.
With two little boys, silence means something sneaky is definitely happening.
A fire was lit under said to-do list after a false alarm a week or so ago.
I make a visit to triage prematurely with every baby. It’s tradition.
After waking up several times one night, I suddenly panicked. In the spirit of tradition, I pulled Gus and Roscoe out of bed, and headed to the hospital. Roscoe was at the beginning of an ear infection (rough night for that poor buddy), and Gus was bright eyed and bushy tailed the whole ride to the hospital, with plenty of questions and comments.
“Little sister is coming tonight? IS JESUS COMING?”
“Is she crawling out? Right now? Crawling out of you?”
“So how does she get out of your tummy?”
(I also hadn’t realized he’d never seen a sunrise, and was later confused but eager to tell me how it was night, and then it was day!)
Baby sister better have some answers ready upon arrival.
From Heaven’s exact location to why she has no teeth, she’ll have the full attention of her brothers seeking official statements.
This week, we’ve been:
-saved by Brian, who works hard, and then comes home and works hard. Cleaning, laundry, dishes…they’re all Brian right now.
-waiting impatiently for front row parking. I’ve snuck into handicap a couple times because LOOK AT ME. MY PELVIS WILL EXPLODE.
-test driving cars as we prepare for something larger. I could write a complete post on that.
-not making any of the freezer meals I was so inspired to make by my friend Rachel. I figure Costco has a solid frozen section, right? I’ll throw in some organic apples.
-going out for Valentine’s Day. We had THE best day. Kids make everything a million times more exciting, especially holidays! Brian and I enjoyed a rare night out.
-watching Olympics. Gus and Roscoe worked on their figure skating jumps and luge form.
-talking to baby sister. “You can come out now!” and a whisper-shouted, “BE BRAVE!” to my tummy were my favorites.
-pretending to be babies. My boys take turns lying in her little rocker pretending to cry and change each other’s diapers. It’s endearingly weird and just awesome. I’m excited to see how they’ll handle the real deal! I hope they’re still eager to wipe!
-fretting about entertaining my guys while keeping them happy and well adjusted when I’m exhausted and in baby fog.
Speaking of entertainment, I had to check on the too-quiet situation at hand. Gus and Roscoe are decorating the family room with puffy, Valentine heart stickers. They’re proud, but some peeling awaits. We’re out of remover from the time they decorated baby sister’s room with calendar stickers, and Martin Luther King, Jr was especially difficult to get off the dresser.
Stickers will not be in the new baby entertainment rotation.