i wouldn't call the last 4 weeks a roller coaster - but its been a ride, that's for sure : )
i get hung up over towels sitting in the washer for days & the back porch being covered in cat liter & regan's insurance card not being filled out and mailed back or pulling out of the drive way and running over who knows what or that we owe over $50 in late library book fines . . .
i admit to being a little bit anal over wanting to sweep the floor after each meal and thinking it best the kids go to bed with at least clean faces and not loosing pacifiers and not having my space invaded when nursing a baby, i've had a good handful of post-pardum moments . . .
i'm in love with rex
and sailor, jack, ben, molly & regan.
therapy for me comes in a few different ways . . .
blogging, actually is one
frozen chocolate chips, a given
spending money, not practical : )
being alone, again not practical
taking pictures, just because
and running - something i haven't done in a while, for obvious reasons
i needed some good therapy today -
this afternoon the shoebox got dusted off & the ipod got a quick charge. i put on my barbie tank top, because 5 kids later that's so what i don't look like and told myself i was going to the end of the road and back. no stopping no walking slap the stop sign and make it back to the mail box.
my sides didn't start hurting till the plowed cornfield on the way back and the lungs . .. well : ) its been awhile.
but it was exactly what i needed.
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we totally redid the kids rooms last weekend - in the name of making room for regan. nothing like turning the house upside down & working like crazy. that picture of molly sleeping in the highchair from the last post is testimony of the craziness. days of missed naps & she was that tired to fall asleep eating.
the results are very worth it. the fresh paint, the swapped closets, the added bed - regan won't have to sleep with the boys. we are becoming expert at making this small house bigger : )
what else from those pictures . . .
rex's birthday - we've pretty much told ourselves that our 31st birthdays will be done up more than our 30th birthdays were! at least maybe he'll get a real birthday post. he told me the night before what he wanted for the day and we did our best to make it happen. we gave him the red birthday plate at dinner and sang happy birthday off key. i'm glad he liked his day. he pretty much lives his life for us - providing for us, taking care of us, making sure we're ok. i'm glad he's mine.
i think one of the biggest things i've realized in the last 4 weeks is how much our life is changing. we've been quite a few years now with little kids and we obviously still have them. i love that regan still wears newborn diapers and newborn oneises and has tiny skinny little arms & legs. i love little molly dolly and her growing vocabulary. but the last few weeks have proved to show that the others are growing up. in 6 years sailor will be 12 and in another six after that 18 when just 6 years ago she was laying in my lap like regan is now, smaller than the pillow she's on. the world of diapers, nights of interrupted sleep, buckling and unbuckling carseats, and even selfish fits thrown on the floor are easier than what we see coming ahead. or maybe its just that we've had those years of experience with the little ones and we're back to square one on the next set of years. also might have something to do with her being so much like me and yet so different. we are alot alike and yet we need to be 'handled' differently. so we're just praying like crazy for wisdom to figure out the difference. to 'know well the condition of our flocks & pay attention to our herds' . . . .
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sailor's art -
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regan is sitting with me. she's got the hiccups. everybody else went to awana - with crazy hair. the living room smells like crazy amounts of hair spray : )
she is 4 weeks today. actually in about 20 minutes she'll be exactly 4 weeks old since its almost 8:31. i didn't really take her picture today, running was my therapy instead : )
we need to get ready for bed and everybody coming home.
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