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With school looming around the corner, I went about the task of organizing the kids art/school supply cabinet.
I love the rainbow colors. And the smell of new crayons. And how pretty new color pencils are. And the aisles of new gear in every store.
And basically I’m a complete nerd.
Jilly needed a lunch bag for preschool.
Except that now I feel like Lucy’s plain pink tote is super boring and I need to get her a new one.
Target, you are the death of me sometimes.
This chick’s new favorite thing ever is to empty out anything and everything.
Drawers. Cabinets. Bins. Boxes.
I swear that she single handedly makes the biggest messes than anyone else in this house.
But it’s kinda hard to get mad at her since they work on “take it out” at therapy…I’ve kindly instructed them to get going on “put it back in”.
I made my very first trip to Costco with all four kids last week.
The kids were borderline angels. So so so so good.
I mean, let’s not mention the death threats in the car the whole drive over.
Or the death threats in the parking lot.
Or the death threats at the entrance.
Or the general Mom Stink Eye through every aisle.
But still. They were really good.
(Thank you inventor of the Ergo. You make my life mucho easier-0.)
So good, in fact, that I thought I’d reward them with a 79 cent treat.
I don’t always reward good behavior (after all, isn’t that what you’re SUPPOSED to do?!)…but it’s worth it sometimes.
Besides, I had a hankering for soft serve.
It all works out.
And could you just die at how gorgeous this girl’s hair is?! Love.
Who really hates to be anywhere but in my arms if he’s even remotely awake.
But sometimes I can trick him into sitting in this baby papasan chair for a few minutes so I can actually get something done.
It usually doesn’t last real long, but I’ve learned to be speedy fast.
Plus, I like how his little thigh rolls get all scrunched up when he’s in it.
Every night we tuck the girls in bed.
We close the door and don’t come back again until morning.
And every night, as soon as that door closes, Lucy hops out of bed and gets her clothes out for the next day and puts them out at the end of her bed.
Every. Single. Night.
I have no idea where she learned this. I don’t put out my clothes. Nor does Andy. She just sort of started doing it on her own randomly.
My kids are weird. And neurotic apparently.
Every night it is the same song and dance with this boy.
He fusses and whines and fights his sleep all evening. Arches his back. Kicks his chubby little legs. Makes ugly faces. And is all around kind of a pain in the rear.
And oh how tired he is! You can just see it in his big ol’ eyes!
And every evening is kinda exhausting for me and Andy. Like clockwork he fights and fights to sleep. We take turns bouncing and shushing and patting.
BUT. I’m totally okay with it. No bigs.
Because once he falls asleep…he is down and out for the count.
As in, until the next morning.
Yes, my five week old baby is sleeping through the night. Fully. As in, I don’t hear a peep from him until 5:30 in the morning…he nurses and goes right back to sleep until about 8.
Oh yes, yes he does.
And I can brag about this because after being woken up SIX TIMES A NIGHT when my girls would take turns waking up three times each…
I totally get if you hate me. Heck, I would hate me.
But I have paid my dues, my friends. I have paid my dues.
(Now watch, I’ve totally jinxed myself and ruined it by blogging about it.)
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