I’m not sure how it happened, but it did. I won’t say I co-sleep, but I guess, unofficially, I do. I don’t care if other parents do or don’t. I don’t judge. After 7 of my own kids, sometimes complete exhaustion takes over. Those are “cookie dough for dinner” and “I don’t care where you sleep JUST SLEEP!” nights.
Usually at least one falls asleep with me. But somehow I wake up with that one plus two more. Sometimes three. And after awhile, I noticed these extra bodies have taken over.
But something crazy happened tonight: four wanted to sleep together… not with me. I have an entire queen size bed to myself.
One might think I’d relish in my new found, or rather reclaimed space. But no… I’m scrunched to the very edge, in the fetal position, unsure about life and how to fall asleep. What if my back doesn’t hurt in the morning? What if I want to get used to this?? I think I better grab a baby in case I get any more crazy ideas.
The other day, the baby of our family turned one. Everyone says this, but I want to strongly repeat: They grow up so fast.
Yes, many of the nights are long, and some in the beginning are sleepless. There are the daily ups and downs with bringing up children. But each child is so precious! And in the blink of an eye, they go from tiny and helpless in our arms to bouncing about with their own distinct personality.
Happy first birthday!
This act of sweet brotherly love comes on the heels of missile-sporting cows and armed frogs.
My little boy, who just last year was the baby, is now a big brother (if only slightly) to his almost 9 month old sister. Tonight, in what I thought was an act of helpfulness as I prepared to diaper baby, he retrieved a diaper from the drawer. I said “thank you,” as I tried to take it from him. But he quickly tucked it under his arm where he also had his sister’s doll. In his budding two year old language, he said, “No. Mine. Noura.” How sweet – the doll seems to share its owner’s name. And with that, he plopped onto the floor. He carefully watched as I diapered real baby and then proceeded to diaper his baby ♡
As I admire my seven month old’s three top teeth that seemed to grow in overnight, I can’t help but feel sorry for my six year old. He knocked his two front teeth out when he was 2 1/2 and is still waiting for them to come in… In the meantime, he has watched now three younger siblings grow full sets of teeth. Fortunately, it hasn’t bothered him 🙂
I’ve been laughing over these parenting memes all week when I needed a cheap thrill while our house recovers from nasty cold. So I apologize for hoarding the gems previously, but here you go. And you’re welcome ♡♡♡
I need a professional photographer to come in here with a camera (as opposed to my phone), because this dog with “her puppies” is just too cute!
Sweet baby can now crawl. She has taken to our dog and crawls over to her ♡♡♡
This week, my oldest daughter turned 8 and my baby turned 6 months. Where does time go?!
My oldest daughter’s birthday began a few days earlier with old friends celebrating at Dave & Busters, and a furry owl present.
Her birthday morning was complete with many phone calls from relatives and a lovely gift from her cousin.
Later we went to the park, where another homeschooling group was meeting for their weekly park day. She made some new friends, which is always the best present!
In the evening, another family came over to share in the cake and song celebration. They brought Twister, which has kept the oldest kids entertained ever since.
I made the most fabulous gluten free, flower power cake ever, and it was delicious!
And yesterday we drove a few hours to meet friends we miss dearly from our old hometown. We spent a wonderful day at the zoo with them ♡♡♡
Little Baby is now a Crawling Baby! And she’s quite pleased with herself.
She now crawls up to our sweet dog, who is never missing attention and affection from the kids.