Sophie the Fierce

Sophie the Fierce started the Big K last week. On Wednesday to be exact. And while I talked her out of a few outfits before this one, we are still bound by outfits that are "fierce". You know...black, blue, brown, soccer jerseys, or clothes that have bugs or animal print on them. Even though my little blondie is a tomboy now, I insisted on a picture by the flowers (mostly weeds this year...been a bit busy), just like her sister had done. Although Olivia was drowning in pink on her first day. :) Honestly, I don't care what Sophie wears. I just love her so much. She is just the coolest little Sophie I know. And since I'm incredibly late posting this due to a broken computer cord, I can tell you that her first day went well. I walked her down to the bus stop. She voluntarily gave me a big hug and kiss goodbye. And I ate it up. After all, she was my baby for 6 years, and I know that voluntary hugs and kisses at the bus stop are not forever. She is my dream come true.

She also started soccer this week. Her big sister has moved to gymnastics for her activity, but Sophie has remained true to soccer. It's more "fierce". Oh, and this year the uniform is red. Sophie says this also qualifies for her wardrobe.

I can't believe I have two kids in school. It's just so surreal. Just me and Eli during the day. We enjoy our days together...as he is just the best baby ever! Oh, and a side note mom-brag....he sleeps from 9 pm to 4 am daily.

YIPPEEEE!

I love you Sophie! Happy first year of school sweet pea!

Love,

Mom

In x amount of minutes

I truly miss writing. Right now, I'm frantically typing while making quick sideways glances at the drooping headed baby in the car seat on the floor...slightly fussing, going to wake up at any moment.

I've noticed that my life lately has been jam packed into a series of hurry ups, into two hour increments to be exact (if I'm lucky). For the baby needs to eat! Or he has just dropped a bomb of poop, which is not said to be crass, but merely truthful. When he goes, you KNOW. Last night, I was changing his diaper and he had blessed me with #2. As I wiped his bum all clean he forcefully pushed out all that was left in a forward stream onto my lap, the couch and dripped down to the carpet. To help me wash that up, he started to pee on me as well. Sweet, sweet baby gifts. :)

I don't mind this, granted. I adore my baby and I adore the time I spend with him. I just wanted to write this down, because I apparently forgot how crazy life with a baby can be. And he's an easy baby too! Remember Olivia baby? Eh....

This morning I stole a few minutes on the phone with my good friend Sara. We grew up together and now she lives cleeear over in the Eastern part of the state. I, in the middle. But she did make it to my baby shower as my surprise guest, and I was surprised, and I couldn't have been happier to see her. She has a relatively new baby as well. We agree on the awesomeness of non-sleep. We laughed at what a day is really like and the things we say outloud that we never thought we'd say before. For me, I have the privilege of having older children in this crazy mix as well, so things come out of my mouth like, "don't eat that balloon again" and "I just sat on a chair soaked in red Koolaid". (All true and all this morning in about a 15 minute time span).

It's funny living life this fast. It's only x amount of minutes until the baby squeals again and I just might...just might get a shower if I put him in a bouncer in the bathroom with me and I put the girls in front of the tv just for a minute (don't judge me) while I shower, maybe. Have I succeeded? I wonder this as I step out of the shower and dry off frantically. Then I see them. Um....I have showered, but the girls, in the meantime, have both eaten a package of pop tarts, a granola bar, animal crackers and a big bag of blueberries and are drinking milk out of sippy cups on my living room floor. Someone has dropped the pitcher of Koolaid out of the fridge on the ground and used white towels to "clean" it up and then put the soaked towels on the fabric chair. (I sat on it before I figured this out). That'll learn me.

But, praise God, they are all still alive!!!!

Yeee hawww!

And that is what I have achieved by 8:39 a.m.

Quick! Post something!

Here's to all those moms out there. I totally forgot how much work a baby is....not only how busy a baby is alone...but add in a few big girls. Dang.

I miss you blog.

Baby's crying.

See?!!!

But I adore him, even at 2:15, 3:20, 5:30, and 7:00.