So it's just me again, the way it used to be, except it's totally different now that I've had Kanga here so long. I miss her, for so many reasons. The companionship, the humor, the shoulder, and oh my, the cleaning. :) Having her leave right at the time Merryweather started has been extra challenging because I'm getting used to having a newborn again with less help all at once. It's not overwhelming in terms of the kids- six is not a problem for me. But the toddler and infant schedules tag team each other and most days there is very little time for straightening up. Things are not neat and tidy at 5:30, and I'm a lot more tired at the end of the day and hate to face my kitchen for dinner when it's messy.
And there are less crafts. I like doing crafts. I miss doing them with the kids, especially at holiday time when I feel like I should be sending home reindeer and snow and fun treaty goodness. But we're cooking a lot- they're helping me with meals a lot more since there's not a second person to keep them busy in the playroom. It's a lot of fun to answer questions and tell them all about our food. I'm sitting on the floor in the playroom a lot and just talking with them, and singing, and building blocks and reading books and what color is this and what letter is that and what sound does it make and and and.... we're definitely having fun. I'm still figuring what things to switch around to make it work more smoothly, and I expect to be back in the craft groove soon. Hopefully Merryweather's schedule will be a bit more consistent at that point too. Right now she does whatever she likes- you get to do that when you're two months old. Not knowing when she might be awake or hungry changes our schedule daily, but it's all good.
Then she farted. And not only did it shake the couch, the stench would make you flee the county.
I was right there, of course, but I was laughing too hard to rescue him immediately.
I was telling my hubby one day last week that I needed something exciting and somewhat physical to do with them since we're not venturing outdoors these days with a tiny one. He reminded me that we own a parachute. OH YEAH! I completely forgot about it. They had such a good time. Alice especially loves it. We sing songs and shake and push and pull.
Alice and Lady are starting to be excited about clips and bows. Alice calls them "hair pretties", which is a term that we've all appropriated very quickly. This morning she was quite pleased with her purple sparkly flower, and I dug one out of Lady's box for her to wear too. Consequently, Mater hit the floor in a full body tantrum. The man needed a hair pretty. He wasn't buying the argument that most boys don't wear them, so I found him one too. I figure it won't kill him. A pink hair clippie is good for improving the soul of every boy, right?