Potty time with two - have bouncer? Will travel!  

Potty time with two - have bouncer? Will travel!  

What to do when the demands of motherhood pull you in a million different directions?  



I feel like I'm always doing seventeen things at once; phone calls while nursing, cooking while refereeing, shopping while nursing, showering and commanding a storm trooper landing crew (no joke!).  

Going to the bathroom while nursing (don't judge), driving while teaching letter sounds, resting while nursing and writing this get the idea. 

Baby carrying, black berry picking, storm trooper cowboy escorting.  

Baby carrying, black berry picking, storm trooper cowboy escorting.  

Sometimes it feels like nothing ever gets my 100% attention because I'm being pulled in so many different directions - and sometimes I mean literally.....pulled..... 

When I feel overwhelmed, I remember something my mom told me recently. She said, "you know, with three kids all needing something, it's ok if someone isn't happy". 


In this Pinterest driven crazy world where technology has made it easier to compare with the Joneses - it's hard to remember that it's okay to not be perfect in everything ALL. THE. TIME.  

Reality tho - not so perfect. It would be easier to accomplish perfection if I have 7 arms, no need for sleep, food, or the bathroom, and unlimited patience.  

Big brother provides burping help  

Big brother provides burping help  

In the meantime, I'll have to just settle for multitasking - asking for help when I need it -  and be okay if things aren't 100%. 

The most important thing is love in a home - and we have bagoodles of that.  


State of Affairs

My two older kids have taken to having a baby in the house just fine.  

My oldest, six-going-on-thirty-year-old isn't too interested in the new baby. He feels protective and all - but his way of life hasn't changed since she was born. School every day - peanut butter and honey sandwich for lunch - Legos and outside playtime in the afternoon.  

He does however seem much older than six now. Baby girl was crying in the car seat the other day and he felt the need to share some pearls of wisdom:

"Life is full of disappointment", he told her as she cried. 

Wow. Just wow.  


Oldest and youngest  

Oldest and youngest  

My younger son, now middle child, is also adjusting. He is harnessing his annoying noise making abilities to drive me just to the verge of insanity, (whoever taught him how to click with his tongue is going to DIE.) He still enjoys spending the days at home with me, watching movies, coloring, playing play dough and taking baths in the middle of the day just because we can.  

He has taken to waking up more in the night than his newborn sister - just because he wants to "snuggle". Now - I am a total fan of the family bed. However, sleeping together with all my boys in one bed is just asking for injury - there are so many flailing limbs it is straight dangerous. This leaves me playing musical beds at night - go to middle child, come back to own bed, sleep two minutes, nurse newborn, go back to middle child who is crying for mommy again. Repeat. 

Hopefully this is a short phase with him - and I am able to remember that this is passing and not get frustrated with him in the middle of the night. Nothing good has ever come in  reasoning between an exhausted preschooler and a frazzled mommy in the middle of the night. 

Who can be mad at a look like that?!  

Who can be mad at a look like that?!  

Finally, our train is caboosed by this little thing. 


Pure sweetness

Pure sweetness

She is super laid back so far - and other than hating being in her car seat, she rarely cries.  

I appreciate the newborn experience more this time, knowing it's my last baby. Everything seems sweeter - and I swear I can actually SEE hr growing right before my eyes. 

She is three weeks old and I've already had to pack up clothes that don't fit. It's INSANE. I wish she (and the boys) would slow down growing for just a second.  

(Just until someone can invent a way to bottle time so that I can have these sweet moments forever.)  



So I guess we are all adjusting just fine.  

 *I will probably have a different perspective in a few more days when all of our visiting help has left and I am back at the helm ALONE all day.......stay posted.....* 

Down Days

Some days are just "down days". Time to stop the running, doing, and achieving to just BE. Do simply what has to happen and spend the rest of the time enjoying what is.  

Snuggle your kids, enjoy your new baby, wrap up in a soft blanket and soak it in. Truly feel the sensation of parenting - small hands in yours, little breath on your skin, young voices in your ears all covered in love.  

Also feel the hard parts - the passionate preschooler tears, the needy newborn cries, and the depth of exhaustion from being a true and complete full-time care giver (because that is what parents truly are).  

Taking the time and feeling this parenting completely is what will keep you going/doing/achieving when you need to. The memories of sweet baby breath can sustain you in the wee hours of the morning after the millionth wake up of the night. The feelings of love and joy will be what balance your fears and frustrations of parenting when you most need it. 

As it is said, "the days are long but the years are short". The small hands grow, and the desire to snuggle and be held fades.  

Take advantage of these long days, and have some "down" ones. Hold on to these memories, good and hard, because they are what you take with you long after the short years. 




Growth Spurts

We are upon the infamous two week growth spurt with sweet baby #3. That time in development where your sweet babe turns into a constant eating, fussing, pooping and then eating again fixture stuck to your body. (If you're lucky - you won't notice they aka the Internet says).  

All joking aside - growth spurts are a real thing. And they are a real challenge for parents. It seems that your perfectly content sweet pea all the sudden is no longer satisfied. You may wonder if you, as a nursing mom, are eating something that is bothering baby or if your milk supply is enough. As a bottle feeding mom, you may be stressed that your feeding schedule isn't sufficient for your baby, or if your baby is reacting to his or her formula.  

Baby is FINE. You're doing everything right. This will pass - and if fact shows that baby is right on track developmentally. Take it in stride sweet mama (and papa).  

At least SOMEONE is getting some sleep in - growing is exhausting!  

At least SOMEONE is getting some sleep in - growing is exhausting!  

This is the time to utilize those "happiest baby on the block" techniques. This is the time to have extra grace for yourself - watch your shows while baby feeds constantly - baby wear while you do light work around the house. Remember that the bond you are forming with your infant lasts a lifetime.  

Get a break in if you need it - pass baby off to a support person for a feeding while you take a long shower. Get out of the house (if you can) and do something to distract you from baby's neediness.  

Walk - breathe deeply - be in a place of appreciation for this gift the universe has given you - of a new life that needs you completely; of an opportunity to grow and change to be a more selfless person, and at the same time more self- aware.

Take care of yourself so that you can take the best care of your baby! 

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Grossness Factor

With our first baby, my husband once said, "I had no idea so much gross could come out of something so small!"

It's true - it seems like babies are a factory of grossness. They somehow manage to always puke, poop, and get the hiccups at the same time - and particularly right after they have had a bath or you have finally changed them into that perfectly cute outfit for the day!

Don't get me wrong - even with all of the gross, babies are still the sweetest thing ever, (particularly MY babies)! However, all the cute has to be there to balance the projectile body fluids.

With our first son, it was an explosive poo that managed to shoot all over my unsuspecting self in the wee hours of the morning on my husband's first day back to work. Talk about trial by fire into the whole parenting thing! My husband's immediate response was gagging - followed by a demand that I shower immediately.

Second son, a similar experience occurred - although this time I was ready with a diaper wipe to at least deflect the explosion away from myself. I still had to get up in the middle of the night to change sheets, wash baby, etc etc.....

Fast forward almost four years to our now THIRD baby (yes - we are gluttons for punishment), and the infamous baby poo explosion strikes again! After playing musical beds between my own bed and my needy almost four year old's need to "nuggle" aka snuggle in the middle of the night last night, I was more than a little tired. I started to change sweet baby number three and as soon as the wet diaper came off she started to pee -- in my delusional exhausted haze, I grabbed the diaper I had waiting hoping to keep the bed and myself safe from whatever else was to come -- "Not this time!" I thought to myself with pride.

Apparently, pride comes before the......poo.......YUP.....unfortunately, she wasn't done working on her diaper before I changed her -- and the diaper I had skillfully put in place to stop the mess? Yes - it was inside out -- the NON-absorbent side up against sweet princess.

At this point, I just resigned to the fact that the mess was everywhere - the sheets of my bed were wet - her night clothes were soaked - my clothes were dirty, and she needed a full bath.

Husband asked what was happening - and then proceeded to roll over and go back to sleep on his warm, dry and clean side of the bed (read: third time parent!). What was I to do?? What any good, self respecting exhausted parent does........get a clean towel - place it over the mess on my side of the bed - give baby a quick (but thorough) wipe bath - and then change beds to try to catch another wink of sleep before the day begins.

Baby Poo 3 -- Mommy 0