Sleep Deprived

I think it's safe to say that we all could use a little more sleep around here. Case in point: Soren falling asleep eating dinner. (Did I say dinner? I meant a granola bar. So yeah, dinner.) Maybe sleep isn't the only thing we need more of.

A Few Good Ideas

Good Ideas

• Eating caramel corn for breakfast
• Buying socks for your 4 year old
  
• Doing laundry
• The white-noise app on my phone
• Binkis
• Spring
• Pad Thai
• $5 pizzas
• Tax refunds
• Antibiotics
  
• Going on a run with the two babies while the 4 year old is at preschool

Bad Ideas

• Deciding to pick the 4 year old up from preschool at the end of your run with a double jogger and two babies, making the 4 year old sit on the footrest, waking up the hungry baby, spilling 2 million goldfish, pushing three kids up a steep hill, getting a flat tire, making the 4 year old and 2 year old walk, texting on your phone and running over the 2 year old, and watching cars drive by and laugh.

But those $5 pizzas are seriously a good idea. Really.

A Night of Firsts

• Jane's first time pulling herself up
  
• Jane's first time pulling herself up in her high chair
• Jane's first time falling out of her high chair
• Jane's first time landing on her head on hardwood floor
  
• Jane's first visit to Instacare (well, this week at least)
  
• Jane's first concussion

So I think it was a good night of firsts. We're still waiting for the first tooth. And sleeping through the night. But it's a good start, anyway.

Today

Today. Today we are making german pancakes. Getting syrup all over sticky hands and then all over a sticky house. We are staying in our pajamas. We are watching lots of movies. Probably with popcorn and leftover Valentine candy. Today we are reading lots of books, building lots of forts and making lots of messes. Today we are enforcing naps on everyone. We are looking at the window at the snow. And maybe sending two boys out with gloves and hats. And waving from the window. Today we are trying not to lose it when Soren pulls every book off the shelf, empties the clean laundry basket all over the floor, or leaves the bathroom sink running. Today we are eating macaroni for dinner. We are pretending the washing machine is broken and probably the dishwasher too. Today we are waiting on chairs at the window for the garbage truck to get here. We are letting snotty noses stay snotty. We are fighting over cars and trains and playing ghosts with blankets over our heads. We are not running on the treadmill. Instead we are eating another of nana's heart-shaped valentine cookie.

Today we are taking the day off. Feel free to stop by. We just might not answer the door.

Boys

I've learned a lot about boys in the past four years. They like to wear shorts year-round, they can be easily bribed by fruit snacks, and they are awesome at making gun noises and car explosions. But most importantly: They like to get hurt. And they are pretty darn good at it. I am 27 years old. I have never had a broken bone or stitches. I have stayed in the hospital overnight three times: CJ, Soren, Jane.

CJ and Soren have had black eyes, stitches, x-rays, dislocated arms, dislocated elbows, lots of hospital stays, bee stings, and lots of scrapes and bruises. Seriously? It is pretty awesome to have the pediatrician's number on my favorites list and that my voice is recognized immediately when I call. I'm sure they love me there. I'm also pretty sure there's an unmarked police car outside our house monitoring us at all times.

Oh well. We're doing the best we can over here. And if raising boys means a trip to the ER every few days, well then that's what we'll do. (But can we just lay off on the x-rays for awhile? Those things are pricey.)

Who has time to blog anymore?

I mean what with facebook, pinterest, instagram, looking for stuff to buy on ksl, eating chocolate covered raisins, sitting on the couch, waiting for the snow to melt, wiping snotty noses, changing way too many diapers, oh yeah and being a perfect wife and mother. I mean between all those things, I'm really swamped. But we're still here making messes, fighting over cars, and cleaning up sweet potato stains on white onesies.

But really we are lucky to be happy and healthy. And every once in awhile, I mean a long while, the stars align and the boys play together and Jane giggles and plays with a toy. And every once in awhile our house stays clean for longer than 10 minutes (only if the kids are asleep) and I actually have dinner made before 7 pm (that one is really rare). And Christian and I stay awake for longer than ten minutes after the kids are in bed.

So I guess we are pretty lucky. Even living in complete chaos.

It's November

And I'm grateful for her:


All ten pounds of this refluxing, squirming, screaming, colicky baby. But she's also the best smiler, giggler, and bubble blower. She's fun to hold, cuddle, and watch chic flicks with (high school musical is her fav). She loves her brothers, likes eating fingers (mine or hers), loves bath time and diaper changes. She doesn't seem to mind loud brothers having sword fights inches from her face or when mom vacuums. But she hates long car rides and getting her nose cleaned out. And also hates it when her two year old brother tries to pick her up by the feet and hand her to me ("Here, mommy").

She is really very sweet.

Happy Four Months, Janey!