I’ve been neglecting my blog for far too long! I plan to start easing back into writing, as time permits. Until then, here are some proud mama pictures, taken by my good friend, Desiree. Enjoy!
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And the chaos, I mean creativity, continues!
After what I was told was actually a sock party and not an attempt to drive me crazy, the kids have only increased their efforts to find outlets for their over abundance of free time.
Today, my daughter decided that the freshly cleaned cloth diaper covers would make great masks. She’s currently masking her defenseless younger brothers…
What are little boys made of? Snakes and snails and puppy dog tails.
And what are little girls made of? Sugar and spice and everything nice.
I had the pleasure of having my sister and her three kids visit for a few days this week. They live on the other side of the world, so it’s always very special to see them. The girls had fun playing dress ups and spraying “fairy dust” (perfumed body glitter) all about the house. Meanwhile, the boys drove trucks around, built with their Legos and drew dinosaurs. As for me? I had fun painting all the girls’ nails 🙂
My eyes are twitching.
Number seven has done me in.
My nature is, well, borderline neurotic when it comes to order and cleanliness. I can’t stand messes and stacks of stuff (unless it’s my stack that I neatly stacked). Things must have a place and that place is not the floor. I can’t stand the kitchen being gross or kids running around with breakfast still on their faces and shirts. Neurotic.
But now that I have seven, five of which are 7 and under, with a toddler that’s active enough for three toddlers, a newborn and a very active 18 month old, my organized way of life is upside down.
The new order is two toddlers without clothes, covered in popsicle goop running around in the backyard shrieking. Forts upstairs made from every piece of furniture and blanket available. A kitchen completely wrecked and covered in the ingredients from my latest raw creation. Laundry piles all over my room – I don’t remember which are clean and dirty. Oh, and it’s 3 and I’m still in my bathrobe.
So what am I doing while chaos ensues about me? Blogging. Because otherwise I’d lose my marbles 🙂
Today baby dear is six weeks. Six weeks! Where does the time go?
Terribly slow when waiting for baby’s arrival.
Slow when watching the clock on the hospital wall.
But somehow, as soon as baby is born, time changes.
The nights are long and quiet, despite the up and down of mom and baby. Yet the mornings come and quickly are gone, giving way to the busyness of the day and all the things that need to be done but are not.
And sometimes, despite all the unconditional love a mother has for her brand new baby and her siblings… sometimes despite all she tries to accomplish and the strength she tries to carry when tired and battling hormones… sometimes a sadness of unknown origin creeps in.
It can be blamed on the fleeting of time. The dishes piled in the sink. The activities planned a day before now lost to the hours passed. Or maybe not really anything at all.
It’s somewhere in all of that that I find myself. Between tears I can’t explain. A heavy heart for a baby I lost seven years ago, even though I now have seven living children. Things I want to do but can’t get done. The watching of a clock I’d now rather curse than read.
The others come in and out as I try to squeeze in a shower…. calm a baby… reminding me of the plans I’d made to take them out for the morning. And even as I fight against them, the tears find their way. I remind myself that these weeks are quiet ones. Slow ones. Ones in which time should not matter. These are precious moments out of time that can never be reclaimed. And I try to remind myself to be grateful for all I have… The rest will be there to worry over another day.
It’s always nice to throw on my skirt for the long grocery run, only to discover a child had (unbeknown to me) thought it would be the perfect thing to wipe toothpaste all over. No biggie. I mean it IS the only thing I can feel presentable in five weeks postpartum. But at least when I was throwing kids in the car moments earlier and met the neighbor, I was not wearing said skirt. Instead, I was wearing the yoga pants I wore everyday of pregnancy that now have a huge hole way too high on my inner thigh. I think all was good – I strategically held the three year old in such a way to cover the embarrassment 🙂