Monday, October 28, 2013

Four years later.

Since it's actually been five years since Marshal and I have been living together, the whole we've been together for four years thing doesn't really align for me, but for the sake of our anniversary we'll just go with it...just know that when I say four I really mean five, okay?

What four years does to a person's morning:

7:20 am: Bright and early from Johnny's room I hear him call out, "Mom, I soaked." There isn't a diaper in the world that will keep him or his sheets dry for twelve hours. I don't care what you say, pampers.

7:30 am: Sheet's, pajamas, pillow and stuffed animals in wash. Washing machine was actually empty this morning. Bonus!

7:35 am: Make coffee. Hurry, just make coffee.

7:36 am: Make breakfast for older two before the needy one...I mean baby wakes up.

7:37 am: Give Johnny cereal.

7:37 1/2 am: Give Molly cereal. Molly doesn't want cereal. Give Molly yogurt. Johnny wants yogurt, now. Make something for myself. Now both kids want what I have. But who cares about eating anyways because now the baby is awake.

8:00 am: Nurse, change diaper, re-clothe, pump....because child only woke up once last night, which would be awesome except Johnny boy still wakes up 2 or 3 times a night....GO THE *&^%$ TO SLEEP, JOHN.

9:00 am: Johnny's ready for his second breakfast. "Me huuungry, mommy. Me hungry." But that's okay because I can hear the coffee pot sending out violent beeps warning to shut off if not given immediate attention. Back to the kitchen.

9:15 am: Molly finds Tinkerbelle with recently glued wing.

9:16 am: Molly breaks recently glued wing.

9:17 am: Johnny eats banana, Molly's discarded cereal and the remainder of her half eaten yogurt.

9:17 1/2 am: Molly finds out Johnny has eaten her "breakfast."

9:18 am: Ignore whatever is going on between them, because they will eventually work it out peacefully...ha...because I need to send a neglected email, which doesn't work because file can't be opened because computer freakin' suxs!!! Download, uninstall, restart, install, restart, half listen to Molly's story about a pteranodon, click on icon over and over again hoping to get a different outcome...all while bouncing madly on a stability ball to keep twelve week old asleep.

10:00 am: Give up and turn on Sesame Street.


Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Let's compare...

I know they say to never compare your children, but when it comes to their baby pictures I'm all about comparing their little features with one another. The moment one is born, I'm immediately studying their little noses to see if it's mine or Marshal's.

10 weeks:

It goes without saying that Brigid was born with the most hair and by ten weeks the older two had lost most of theirs while Brigid's is staying thick. All three have the same smiles, always with the tongue out! Johnny was the largest, weighing in at 9 lbs. 14 oz at birth, while Brigid and Molly were both 8 lbs. 12 oz.! Brigid so far has followed Molly's same growth chart while Johnny remains off the chart in not only weight but in height and head size...seriously, he has a huge head!


I mixed up the hospital photo's above. Can you figure out who is who? It goes Brigid, Molly and then Johnny.

From Octobers past:


Friday, October 11, 2013

Friday morning

It amazes me how she still seems so tiny when she squats into a ball. Little Molly bird.

My favorite outfit on Brigid. A gift from Marshal's Aunt. 


Monday, October 7, 2013

Another day with you.

She yawns so big it takes over her entire face.

Lately she's been content longer, sitting in the rocker. She'll study my face intently with her big blue eyes, waiting for a smile so she can spread one across her own face. 

She loves getting close to Brigid's face and putting her cheek close to her sisters.


Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Brigid's baptism

I couldn't get enough of her in this little bonnet.

I let Molly dress her doll in the gown she was baptized in. She turned into a little momma when she was caring her little doll into the church, holding the dolls head close to her body to shield her from the rain. 

We made sure to dress him all of two minutes before we left, because 'lawd' knows boy can stain a shirt faster than a muddy dog on a rainy day.   

B and her daddy.

I loved how she slept so peacefully draped over my mom. She looked so beautiful wearing the gown I was baptized in.