-Baby spraying herself in the face with a loaded nipple because she decides to let go, turn her face and cram her hand down on it.. way to go kid!
-Continually calling each kid by the wrong name.
-Trying to decide what color the baby’s hair is.
-The older kids going ‘AWWWWW’ ALL.THE.TIME.
-The toddler being the freaking BEST big sister, like EVER. She hears the baby cry and immediately finds a parent and says ‘feed, Kenna?’… also in the vehicle ‘it’s okay Kenna’…. adorable!
-The 4 year old randomly trying to throw fits about everything. It’s just not happening, kid, you lost your window. Get over it.
-Trying to decide what the lesser evil is… and really not knowing… ever.
-Using toddler underwear as a burp cloth.
-The look on the 7 year old’s face when the toddler dumps out the Legos. AGAIN.
-Never knowing what time you will get to bed or wake up, and not even caring anymore.
-My husband cursing under his breath at cold coffee and me grinning and saying what time is it? and him replying ‘9:30’ and me saying, yup that’s about right, now you know why I keep re-heating my same cup and just switch to tea or soda at 10 🙂
-Him running in circles while trying to teach 2 kids, make sure I don’t need anything and keep the toddler alive while she’s jumping off of every conceivable thing she can climb on. Now he knows why I’m so frustrated by 3 p.m.
-Getting us all out the door and somewhere on schedule. It took 25 minutes just to get in the car today. Laugh. It’s okay.
-Figuring out what to feed everyone when no one wants to cook. At least I had a few post-partum meals put away.
-How many times can you re-do Thanksgiving leftovers anyway?
-Thank God we’re not fighting a school schedule, too.
-Laundry is all thrown together, no one pretends to sort anymore.
-Said laundry gets washed, dried, and then everyone picks out of it until it’s empty. It doesn’t get folded or put away.
-So, so much love.
Sayre
Sounds like a regular circus there, only now you have four rings! I’d have loved to see 7 year-old’s face. I remember you talking about how messy kids were when she was little! Karma, K. Karma!