Woody is now 2 months old. Honestly I have just blinked and time flew.
Maybe because life is so busy and day becomes night so quickly and everything just pretty much jumbles into one experience.
Life is really busy. At the end of the day I have nothing to show for it. I mean the kids are schooled, dressed, fed, educated, played with but the days just all smoosh together and I am on planet lala most of the time.
It is kind of nice being delusional. It stops being fun when you start worrying about being somewhere in time or worrying about mess.
It's more fun when you feed when your baby asks, play barbie when the little lady requests it and talk endlessly about dungeons and capital punishment with the " I'm not a baby anymore, I am nearly 7" oldest child.
Having 3 children has changed the dynamics dramatically. It's not something I really considered. I was more concerned about feeding and getting out the door for school. That is the easy part.
The hard part is trying to get your daughter to stop screaming so damn loud at 6 am in the morning just because she can. Then it's hard getting the over emotional older son to stop sooking about the sound that scream made. All while the baby sits there and smiles while I yell at his siblings. He is so easy going, so content and is going to be "my baby" and pretty much won't be able to do anything wrong!
Cooper and Pepper fight. They fight a lot!. They argue most days within 5 mins of getting up. Who is sitting which side of Woody, who looks after him while I shower. who burps him, who gives him his dummy, who touches him, who kisses him......basically who can annoy the crap out of him most. Pep seems to win hands down here. Think whole body weight on top of the little man and golden locks smoothering his precious face.
So most days I feel like I am conducting crowd control between 5am-9am.....then from 3.30pm till bedtime.
I also manage to somehow do some washing, shower, make beds and prepare some sort of meal.
I might even brush my hair.
Woody is feeding about 8 times a day. He wakes around 2-3 times a night. I have no idea how much he weighs as I missed the last health nurse appointment, but he is due for his needles next week. His eyes are a deep big blue, his lips are like rosebuds, his hair is becoming lighter and his skin is so beautifully soft. He smells like milk, he loves his milk and I adore feeding him at 4am as we watch the sky turn from black to pink to white.