Sunday, March 3, 2013

Tater Tot -4, Small Fry -2.5, Baby Sprout -1

My sweet last baby is turning one on Friday. Spud and I just look at each other and say, "Well, we survived. Barely."

My darling Baby Sprout, I love you so much. My first boy, my longest pregnancy, my biggest baby, my first c-section... Your life started out with a bang and ever since you've kept me on a wild loop. You and I traveled 3 times this year on 12 different planes for two funerals and a wedding. You missed your Great-Uncle but you would have loved him and he would have loved you. Thankfully, your Great-Aunt got to see you after you were born and hold you before she passed as well.

You also spent an evening in the emergency room for first degree burns, something that I still feel so guilty about. You got over hand-foot-and mouth disease at 5 months and now you're in the throws of a bad stomach virus. You learned to walk at 9 months old and I don't think you've stopped moving since!!

Baby Sprout, you're definitely my most active child but I think it's just because you want to run along with your big sisters. You love them so, especially Tater Tot, but please stop pulling their hair. They don't like that!

I love you little Sproutie. Maybe this year will be a little calmer! Please go easy on your parents - they're not as young as they used to be. Try sleeping through the night once in a while. That might make us nicer.

Happy First Birthday Baby Sprout!
3/8/12 7:30am

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Baby Sprout - 8 months

He's killing me, I swear.

8 months and hasn't slept more than 3 hours at a time. Right now I'm cowering in fear, afraid to drift off to sleep, barely moving or breathing because :: HE KNOWS!:: Every single time I just start to fall asleep, he either wakes up or shifts in his bed, which wakes me up a little and I wait in anticipation for when he's going to full on scream his head off in the middle of the night.

But other than that... Life is peachy ;-)

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Tater Tot- 3yrs, 8.5 months; Small Fry-25 months; Baby Sprout- 7 months

"Every day is the same, yet vastly different." Kate Gosselin

Every day I beg for five more minutes of sleep.
Every day I decide nothing can help this growing mane and I have no time for a flat iron so scrunching with hairspray it is again.
Every day I pick up sippy cups.
Every day I load the dishwasher. Sometimes twice.
Every day I stare at a mountain of laundry and think, "Why start it when I won't have time to finish it?"
Every day I try in vain to teach Small Fry a new word or baby signs or colors or shapes and get no response.
Every day I struggle up the stairs with too many things and kids hanging off of me and not enough hands.
Every day someone falls down.
Every day I rescue a cat from over-affection.
Every day I pray for Spud to get home just a few minutes early.
Every day I wonder how I'm going to make it through the next.

Baby Sprout - 7 months

Apparently it's a family trait to fall asleep in the high chair.

Tater Tot- 3.5 years

Past four autumn seasons at Reid's Orchard. My how time flies!

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Small Fry- 25 months

The past three autumns at Reid's Orchard.

Friday, July 27, 2012