Some mornings I think it would be fun to just sit back and watch ourselves in action as if looking in from the outside. Sometimes...I just have to chuckle.
Our nights have fallen into a pattern already (whew) But each night I tell myself Tonight I shall sleep in my bed. And each night I come down with Mark to feed him in the comfort of my lazy-boy only to wake up 5 hours later wondering where I am and how much he ate.
Tonight I shall feed him in bed.
And at 7am - both the little boys wake up - and they both need me now, and I have to laugh. They both stink, they are both hungry, and they both think that their needs are most important. It's a juggle, for certain. But I'm so over the moon giddy at having kids close together in age - boys for buddies - partners - that I don't mind one bit. I can't wait to see what shenanigans these two get into. They'll keep me young - or they'll give me more gray hair...one or the other. ;)
At 7:45 - I woke up Wendy for school. Brian's out of sorts today - I blame 2 days of gallivanting. Today he'll stay home with me. I have to laugh because on Monday - he was a bit apprehensive about leaving home without me. I could tell that he just didn't know what to make of it - he's not as independent as the older two. And then yesterday - he couldn't wait to leave. He brought his shoes to Marijane and then pointed his little finger towards the door. Gone.
It felt like our 7:45 - 8:45 hour this morning was a complete whirlwind trying to get the boys both situated and Wendy out the door to school with all her ducks in the row. I had a neighbor girl walk her this morning. If the weather was warmer...I could see walking up the hill with the boys - but it's cold now, so I caved and asked for help. My mom is coming tonight - so the next few days will be easier.
The boys appointments went fine yesterday. I thought Mark was growing already - he seems bigger to me, but it must be the illusion of just being that much more steady and sure. He weighs and measures exactly the same as he did when he was born. He's got a little infection in his right eye, so we got an eye-drop for that.
Allan was diagnosed with 'it must be something he ate' When he called and told me how fast it came on and how miserable he was, I was a tad worried about his appendix. But he's fine.
The van needed a new battery. The van tends to misbehave when I'm driving, but never treats Greg in the same manner. He'll come home only to have the van start right up - but it didn't do that yesterday.
I made it to the doctor with 15 minutes to spare.
And I came home, and I plopped in my chair and said, "whew"
Today we're just going to putter around.