I used to be sane... I think

Worth it all :)

   
I used to be a cool and calm Mom. I mean, I had it all together.  My kids' face were always clean, hair combed, I never thought twice about a trip to target.  Not so much anymore.  My inner crazy has come out.  My kids faces are dirty, heck I think my own face has been dirty a few times.  I think LONG and HARD before a trip to target.  I think "Is this really necessary? Can I just order it online and wait for it? Yes, yes I think I can, and I WILL."

Too cute for words

I used to be able to remain calm, gently listen to and redirect my children avoiding meltdowns and preventing sibling brawls.  Now I occasionally find myself egging them on "agh, I don't care just go figure it out yourselves" which is not the most helpful directions when given to a 3 and 5 year old.  It just seems that my mental capacity has not yet expanded for the demands of three needy children. I say "yet" because I have very high hopes that it will... and SOON.  I mean, the other day Jack's preschool had to call me because I forgot to come pick him up from school! I didn't exactly 'forget' but I did lose track of time... significantly.  I don't think there has been a day since I returned to work that I haven't forgotten something, I just prefer it to not be one of my children that I'm forgetting.  Usually it is a pump part, or my lunch, or Jack's backpack, or diapers for Matthew (it sucks pretty bad when you forget diapers for your kid too. In case you were wondering).

First time with all 3 on the swings

But nevertheless, we are surviving. And really, I am having quite a bit of fun.  In a weird way I am enjoying Matthews midnight feeding (and the 3 am, and the 6am) but I'm pretty sure that each interruption to my sleep is causing massive cell damage to my brain.  To help give you an idea of just how much time I spend nursing, and how much sleep I have lost- When Matthew and I are up during the night I watch Gilmore Girls on the iPad.  I've made it thru 7 seasons. That is a massive amount of sleep lost... massive.  I'm to the point that when I get woken up, I am confused as to where I am. I can't remember ever going to sleep from the last feed, and sometimes worry that I have merely blinked and lost track of time.  It can all be very disorienting! So if you've seen me lately, and I look disheveled, or perhaps a bit crazy... please have some mercy on me.  I promise this isn't my norm... or at least it never use to be!

Adam giving some friends a ride on his 'train'

Classic "let your child taste beer so they won't want anymore.... but it didn't work photo"

Nona's first BIG haircut!

Adam and NJ on his cart... before he finished all his work on it, and before her haircut!

The time Mom forgot to get their easter baskets down from the attic. I told them they wouldn't be the only ones with grocery sacks... but they were. The ONLY ones without cute adorable baskets.  Thanks a lot all you other Moms ;)

How NonaJane solves problems on a hot day when your not looking

The time we survived the stomach flu. Not fun at ALL

But sleep or no, time marches on and our baby girl turned 3 last weekend! We postponed her actual party because we had been having torrential rains and thunderstorms all week long.  The weather man predicted an 80% chance for severe storms for the day of her party.  So, of course the sun came out and it didn't rain a drop all day.  NonaJane was just as happy with the slip and slide and cake with her family.  We re-scheduled the party with her friends for this coming weekend.  So I am sure it will rain.  Sometimes you can't win, but with NonaJane everything can be made fun.  That girl knows how to make the best of anything, and the most of everything.

Jack also started T-Ball! I'll have to work on getting better pictures of him- as he is the cutest darn thing EVER in his gear.  But seeing as I was the most unprepared t-ball mom ever, things were a bit hectic for me.  I feel as if I was barely there at all.  Matthew was hungry and fussy, NonaJane was busy climbing up and down the bleachers in a never ending attempt to injure herself, and she was mad at me for not packing her a SNACK.  I was the stressed out Mom whom I'm sure the others were pitying! Next time I plan to pack supplies, and to sit very far away from the bleachers.  Maybe I'll get to see more of the game... maybe.
Well, my eyes are starting to cross and I should be heading to bed.  Until next time sweet blog... I'm sure we have a lot to catch up on.

Jack hitting the first pitch to him at his first t-ball game ever!