You know how sometimes people are unaware of their own injuries and trauma because of the adrenaline pumping through their system after an accident? But then after a little while, the evidence of the trauma is more obvious and they lose consciousness after the adrenaline wanes?
Wait, is that even true? Or did I see it on Grey's Anatomy? Everything I know about medicine is thanks to Ellen Pompeo and Sandra Oh.
Anyway, I just sat down in Panera for a few minutes while Jack is at a pirate art class and that kind of happened to me. I was feeling ready to get some work done, but about 5 minutes after getting here, I was nodding off. Just sitting here at my computer, with my fingers in the ready position and my eyes closed. I've been running on adrenaline.
This is our first week of camps, after two weeks of pretty intense staff training. It's going well, but it's hard. Juggling that schedule, the schedules of three kids, all while maintaining sanity is proving to be more difficult this year than ever before. Maybe we're getting too old to keep up. Maybe it's having three kids. I don't know for sure, but I'm exhausted.
Jack's in Adventure Day Camp this year and I have to physically restrain myself from going over and asking him how he's doing and making sure he's wearing sunscreen every time I see him. Kyle and I trained the counselors . . . we know that they're awesome . . . we have no doubts . . . so what is my problem?
I saw Jack walking with a group of friends on Monday and he waved. I waved back and blew him a kiss and instantly wished I could take it back as I saw him smirk and his face turn red. He looked away, embarrassed that I would show any sort of affection toward him IN FRONT OF HIS FRIENDS. But as they walked away, he stayed in the back of the group and turned around and blew one back so that no one could see him doing it. He'll love his mom no matter how old he gets . . . he tells me this on a regular basis.
Bennett really likes being at camp but is TIRED and isn't napping well. He is go-go-go all day and I think has a hard time falling asleep when he's not in his own bedroom. I'd dare say that he's the cutest 2-year-old I've ever seen or heard. I love talking to him, because he has such an adult vocabulary and way of putting sentences together, but still talks like he's a 2-year-old. I can't help but smile every time we talk. It warms my heart just typing about it. He loves his balance bike and scoots around on that thing faster than I think he would with pedals!
And Claire . . . sweet Claire. I've never seen a baby as happy as she is. It's so funny when people look at her and she smiles at them and they say, "Oh my goodness . . . she smiled at me!" I hate to burst their bubble and say, "She'd smile at a wet rag if you held it in front of her" so I just say, "She must really like you." She's getting playful and loves to pull the burp cloth off of her head for games of "peek a boo." I'm thinking I'll start her on solid foods this week . . . if I find the time. I gave her a sippy cup with water today and she liked gnawing on it. She pushes herself in circles, but isn't really close to crawling yet. Ben and Jack were both crawling and pulling themselves up by 6 months, so it's nice to have things move a little more slowly. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a tiny bit guilty about the fact that she rarely has tummy time. I don't think she's any worse off for it, though.
Life is good and I don't want to wish away the summer. But sitting here at Panera right now, I'm thinking about how lovely September will be.
June 20, 2012
June 16, 2012
The Batmobile
June 10, 2012
Claire at 5 months old . . .
At 5 months old, Claire . . .
. . . weighs 18 lbs.
. . . will sit for short periods of time unsupported.
. . . loves her exersaucer.
. . . doesn't nurse well because she spends so much time trying to engage me by smiling and giggling.
. . . love, loves her brothers.
. . . sleeps and naps really well.
. . . sucks on two fingers while she sleeps.
. . . blows out of her diaper about once a day.
. . . splashes like crazy in the bathtub.
. . . turns herself in circles on her belly.
. . . has had a little bit of banana and a little bit of avacado that I mashed up between my fingers at a restaurant.
. . . rarely cries, which is why I so love the picture above.
. . . stares at and lunges for every thing that goes into our mouths.
. . . has very sensitive skin.
June 3, 2012
Cooking with Mom
Sometimes, I'll pull Claire's high chair into the kitchen with me while I'm cooking. Or at least I did. I don't cook much during this time of year.
Anyway, back in April (that's the theme this week), I gave her a spatula to play with, in place of her usual toys. She picked it up and banged it on the tray so hard that she scared herself into tears. It was so sad. Of course, I had to grab my camera before I offered comfort . . .
Anyway, back in April (that's the theme this week), I gave her a spatula to play with, in place of her usual toys. She picked it up and banged it on the tray so hard that she scared herself into tears. It was so sad. Of course, I had to grab my camera before I offered comfort . . .
June 2, 2012
Five years
I've been flipping through pictures of the day Jack was born . . . five years ago today. I felt a lot of things as I was looking through them, but the biggest realization to wash over me was "we had no idea what we were doing."
We really didn't.
I had read dozens of books. I trawled websites and asked questions. Still, on June 2, 2007, we were in totally over our heads. I was looking at a photo of Jack laying in his crib for the first time on the day we brought him home. I remember that moment. I remember looking at him there and thinking, "What have we gotten ourselves into."
But, thanks to Jesus and google, we've kept him alive and happy for five whole years. We've officially been married with kids longer than we were married without kids. Our house is louder and messier, and I haven't had free time since . . . well, I can't even remember. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
I love this picture. It's not the best picture of the two of us, but it was at that very moment that my capacity to love was stretched beyond what I knew was possible. I had already been his mother for 41 weeks already, but at that point, I actually felt like his mom.
Happy birthday, Jackson William! I'm so grateful for you!
We really didn't.
I had read dozens of books. I trawled websites and asked questions. Still, on June 2, 2007, we were in totally over our heads. I was looking at a photo of Jack laying in his crib for the first time on the day we brought him home. I remember that moment. I remember looking at him there and thinking, "What have we gotten ourselves into."
But, thanks to Jesus and google, we've kept him alive and happy for five whole years. We've officially been married with kids longer than we were married without kids. Our house is louder and messier, and I haven't had free time since . . . well, I can't even remember. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
I love this picture. It's not the best picture of the two of us, but it was at that very moment that my capacity to love was stretched beyond what I knew was possible. I had already been his mother for 41 weeks already, but at that point, I actually felt like his mom.
Happy birthday, Jackson William! I'm so grateful for you!
June 1, 2012
Happy (belated) Easter
Jack wrote an Easter book back in April . . . complete with binding made out of Cars stickers. It was really cool, because he did it all on his own, without prompting or asking us for help. I was proud.
He explained that the black crayon was supposed to show that it got dark when Jesus died.
This is Jesus walking out of the tomb (apparently, this is the "behind the scenes" version of the resurrection story).
And this is Jesus going up to heaven.
He explained that the black crayon was supposed to show that it got dark when Jesus died.
This is Jesus walking out of the tomb (apparently, this is the "behind the scenes" version of the resurrection story).
And this is Jesus going up to heaven.
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