No time to blog. Because I haven't made time. Facebook is an evil vortex, sucking me in to see what other people are doing and saying. Once a week really should be often enough for me from now on. Not that I am on Facebook all day long, but rather, that when I do spend time on the computer it is on frivolous, time-wasting pursuits.
I am a wife and mother. That is the full-time job I have chosen. Some days I feel like I haven't gotten "anything" done, but when I stop and look back over my day I have done a lot of things that are my job: fed three hungry boys (several times), washed and hung on the line a load or two of diapers and baby clothes, read multiple Dr. Seuss books, cooked yet another (hopefully) delicious supper, kissed hurts away, and talked about anything from cows to knights with a three-year-old.
I love to hang laundry outside during the warm weather. It is a good time for me to take a break from the house and get some fresh air and sunshine. It gives me a chance to be quiet and enjoy the beautiful outdoors, on a day when I would otherwise have just stayed inside. The boys also like getting to run around outside. Plus, it saves on electricity, so it benefits us in more ways than one.
I could probably sit all day and hold Jeremiah, but I have three boys who all need my attention in different ways. Jeremiah by far requires the least brain cells, just feed him, change his diaper, and hold him; and he is the happiest boy in the world.
Nathaniel is still a baby and is now finding himself in the unenviable position of middle child. He wants to play with his brothers, but he is too big for Jeremiah, and yet sometimes too small for Edmund's games. He still needs a lot of my attention, but sometimes has to wait while I take care of Jeremiah. The week leading up to Jeremiah's birth I felt so sad for Nathaniel. He did not understand about another baby coming into the family, and the changes that were coming with it. He is doing very well, though. He loves his baby brother.
Edmund always has something to tell me -- which always needs a response. He still would rather play with me then with Nathaniel, or even by himself. He likes to have me help him, even if he knows how to do it without help. He also likes to do things that make Nathaniel mad, which then requires me to step in and sort things out.
Never a dull moment for sure. I love my life and my job, but there are definitely times I just throw up my hands and want to stop. All I need to do is remember that laundry and caring for the boys is my main job, then I will be happy, not getting frustrated that I never get anything done. :)
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Jeremiah was six weeks old last Friday. Here he is wearing the cupcake outfit. (That is a duck on it, that you can barely see.) Don't ask me, but when Edmund wore this outfit, Jaired's mom said he looked like a striped cupcake. :)
Edmund likes to talk to "Baby 'Jememiah'." Both boys really love their baby brother.
He started to smile this past week; though he doesn't do it often.
It is hard to tell, but his eyes are a really pretty medium grey. Jaired's mom thinks that it is possible they will turn blue. We'll see what happens. 
Hmm, let's see if I can get some noodles on my fork.
Finally, I got some in my mouth. This is good stuff, Mom, thanks!
