I woke up, nursed the baby, let him sleep the rest of the morning away. I got out of bed, took a shower, washed yesterday's madness off of me, brushed my hair, moisturized (it is dry out here in the SCV). I gave the middle two boys a bath, left them there to play - and inevitably fight, out of sight out of mind, though, right??? I let the oldest sleep in and skip a bath thanks to a post football, more accurately mudball, practice shower last night, went downstairs and got ready to blog.
Thanks to all the kind, sympathetic response I received to "...I lack the strength to stand," I have been overflowing with mind chatter about yesterday's blog, specifically, how I may have inadvertently given the wrong idea about the baby. Every time I woke up last night to feed the baby, my mind would teem with guilty thoughts about how easy he is, and how the only thing I have written for the world to see about him is that he kept me up all night, one night. One night out of the twelve he has been ex-utero. All eleven other nights he has slept straight through save the necessary feedings every 2-3 hours, for which I barely have to rouse myself, never mind fully awake. This boy is an angel, he hardly fusses. All out cries are reserved for truly horrible moments like circumcision and nasty heel pricks designed to let his blood in order to discover his bilirubin count once a day for almost a week.
Not that there is anything "wrong" with a fussy baby, believe me, I've had one of those. It's just a different personality type. I simply feel bad about giving the wrong impression about the most recent addition because it amuses me. Sometimes in writing things just for myself (and for dramatic effect), I forget that by publishing and advertising its existence that there may be an additional audience. In a way this has helped me understand son 1 and son 2 who do annoying things and then laugh and laugh and laugh at the secret joke, with no concern for the fact that no one else understands what is going on and everyone else wishes they would just stop!
For the record, Liam is super easy.
Ah, that's better.
I agree...he's practically perfect in every way...better than Mary Poppins
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ReplyDeleteAva beats me up because I won't let her grope me. Otherwise she is a breeze. If that moment was all anybody ever saw of her they would think she was the most horrid two year old ever. I am not offended by your snapshot, nobody else should feel offended either. I will sit on them if they do.
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