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Busy, busy. Not much to post, and not much time to post it.
Leo is in a seminar for the next two weeks, and though he's here in the evenings, I'm flying solo during the day...really the first time I've done that for an extended period since Aislinn was born. Yesterday was crazy...two errands to run with two kids in tow. For those of you who are used to such things, it might not seem like much, but it was the first time I'd done THAT too (two errands in a row with both kids). And when one of those kids is a four-year-old who drags her feet... I will absolutely not take both of them to Walmart again, at least until she is much bigger. She would prefer I get one of those extra big carts, with seats for big kids (which I need if she's going to ride if I have the baby, since the baby's pumpkin seat goes in the regular kid seat), but those things are like driving a bus. I always knock something over or run into someone, or both. So she had to walk, and was not thrilled about it.
Aislinn has been trying to change her sleep schedule (in other words, NOT NAP), but I'm dealing with it. I think she might be just having a growth spurt; since she's almost 6 months, it's about time for one. In a few days she'll conk out for 10 hours one night (crossing my fingers anyway). Right now she's laying on the bed, which is pushed up against the wall, and I'm cracking up at her because she's trying to roll over the only direction she goes right now (counter-clockwise), which means she is trying to roll INTO THE WALL. She keeps trying, even though she's already shoved up against the wall. She's so SMART in other ways, I just can't understand it...:)
I'm also trying to get the master bedroom cleaned up. For the past few months it's been a repository for outgrown clothes, for various reasons too complicated to mention here. Suffice it to say that kids just grow fast. I need to get most of these plastic bins out to the shed, but that would mean enlisting the help of my husband...see paragraph one. And between babies that need to nurse and have naps and have their diapers changed, and four-year-olds who need snacks and lunch and help wiping their poopy bottoms (I SWEAR she will get this down before Kindergarten!!!)and MUST show me IMMEDIATELY the cool bug that's crawling around by the swingset, it's been slow going. At least there are no more PILES or BAGS of clothing; I've sorted the hand-me-downs people have given us into the proper bins. But the bins have GOT. TO. GO.
I may not get to Stuff Portrait Day this week!
Leo is in a seminar for the next two weeks, and though he's here in the evenings, I'm flying solo during the day...really the first time I've done that for an extended period since Aislinn was born. Yesterday was crazy...two errands to run with two kids in tow. For those of you who are used to such things, it might not seem like much, but it was the first time I'd done THAT too (two errands in a row with both kids). And when one of those kids is a four-year-old who drags her feet... I will absolutely not take both of them to Walmart again, at least until she is much bigger. She would prefer I get one of those extra big carts, with seats for big kids (which I need if she's going to ride if I have the baby, since the baby's pumpkin seat goes in the regular kid seat), but those things are like driving a bus. I always knock something over or run into someone, or both. So she had to walk, and was not thrilled about it.
Aislinn has been trying to change her sleep schedule (in other words, NOT NAP), but I'm dealing with it. I think she might be just having a growth spurt; since she's almost 6 months, it's about time for one. In a few days she'll conk out for 10 hours one night (crossing my fingers anyway). Right now she's laying on the bed, which is pushed up against the wall, and I'm cracking up at her because she's trying to roll over the only direction she goes right now (counter-clockwise), which means she is trying to roll INTO THE WALL. She keeps trying, even though she's already shoved up against the wall. She's so SMART in other ways, I just can't understand it...:)
I'm also trying to get the master bedroom cleaned up. For the past few months it's been a repository for outgrown clothes, for various reasons too complicated to mention here. Suffice it to say that kids just grow fast. I need to get most of these plastic bins out to the shed, but that would mean enlisting the help of my husband...see paragraph one. And between babies that need to nurse and have naps and have their diapers changed, and four-year-olds who need snacks and lunch and help wiping their poopy bottoms (I SWEAR she will get this down before Kindergarten!!!)and MUST show me IMMEDIATELY the cool bug that's crawling around by the swingset, it's been slow going. At least there are no more PILES or BAGS of clothing; I've sorted the hand-me-downs people have given us into the proper bins. But the bins have GOT. TO. GO.
I may not get to Stuff Portrait Day this week!
posted by Andrea | 3:40 PM
4 Comments:
Ooooh Dear....sorry but this sounds like a toughie. Those wee ones do challenge us! As soon as we figger them out...the change it up.
Arg...Don't do Walmart w/o help. It just aint worth it...unless they have that groovy car/cart thingie...you might have a shot then. Maybe.
The other morning at Kroger I saw a woman with SIX (that is a 6) children with her. The oldest one about age 4, down to a baby girl who cannot hold her head up yet.
She is a local home daycare teacher, and this was their field trip of the day. I have seen her in other places as well, several youngsters along.
I think the difference is the hormones of a nursing mom, daughter gets more comfy and whiny with mom, rather than a professional teacher.
I know I did better on errands when I was a daycare teacher, rather than as a stressed out mother.
Except for the carseats. No matter what stage of life I do, I will never like dealing with the ins and out of carseats.
Offspring do grow up.
I like to remember the first afternoon when I was waiting at the front door of the building and my teenage son pulled up to chauffeur me home, where supper was waiting in the crockpot.
Lauren, nix on the car/cart thingie. It's another one of those bus-like carts that ends up with me injuring some innocent shopper.
Mrs DOF...SIX??? Wow...some women are really blessed with a supernatural ability to care for children. I can care for children...MY children :) I could love and take care of six of my own if I had to, but I prefer NOT to!
6 kids? OYE!
They do grow up, quickly. I wish sometimes for the days where the just layed there. No mouthing back, attitude, blahness. Ok, yeah. Bad morning with my oldest jeckel/hyde. I just cant figure him out. Sweet, loving....then boom. Attitude, angry. Wanna trade? Please? PLEASE? Help me keep my sanity! I do all your errands. :-)
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