Monday, February 18, 2013

Etsy, Bitsy, Teeny, Weeny

I'm back on the Monday Listicle wagon, hopefully for good!
(Blowing kisses to Stasha and all my Listicle buds!)

I almost feel like Wendy, from the Stamping Rules knew I was back as she suggested this week's topic. Being consumed with diapers, nursing demands, and attempting to referee two very stubborn little girls in between, I sometimes find myself overwhelmed. In those moments, where my patience is tested, it's those little things that save me.

Today I'll share

Ten little things that currently bring me joy during a chaotic day alone with three little ones

1. Nap time

2. Peanut Butter Granola crackers

3. My daily phone call from my mom to check in.

4. HGTV, Bravo, Food Network & Ridiculousness on MTV

5. Giggles during lunch when Maeve reenacts this scene from Despicable Me

6. The smirky smile and coos from Margo after finishing nursing.

7. After successfully strapping three kids in car seats, placing the key in the ignition and hearing the engine roar.

8. Overhearing Mo share, "Maevie, you're my very best friend!" ten minutes after telling her "I no love you no more! You not my sister!"

9. The seven minutes of alone time in the hot shower while Margo sits in the bouncy seat mesmerized by the waves and the older girls sit on my bed engrossed in an episode of Imagination Movers.

10. That sound of the key in the lock at the front door at the end if the day. I exhale and silently celebrate another successful day of surviving motherhood!

What about you? What brought you some bit of joy or satisfaction today? Link up with Stasha & company

Saturday, February 16, 2013

First Rule of Fight Club

First rule of sleeping through the night is the same.

You don't talk about the baby who may or may not have slept 10:30 - 4:45 last night.

I expect to be up all night tonight.

Friday, February 15, 2013

2 + 1 =/= 3

Interesting title, right?

Here I am, back to the blog. The place I confess and share, and rant and write. It's been a whirl, my friends.
Ask any first grader what's 2 plus 1, and he will respond 3.

Simple mathematics, but in terms of humans when you have two children, and one more is added, it sure does not seem like three!

There's exponentially more of everything: more noise, more needs, more laundry, and the need for more hands. It is such a monumental change, the addition of this small little being that the norm is gone.

When I had Moira and Maeve, I remember feeling completely and utterly overwhelmed. As I look back, those first few months after their arrivals I frankly was a mess, emotionally fragile and exhausted.

However this time, I am good.

Really, honestly, truly I am.

We're out. We're about. We're doing as much as one can do during the winter in the northeast.

In sharing my feelings this time around with a few people, I was reminded it may be because now, I don't have the time for exhaustion and emotion.

I am the mom to three girls four years and under, I just do not have the time to cry and think about it.

Perhaps, they're right?

Now as for the girls, that's a bit different. Not only has my norm been altered, but so has theirs.

Don't let the pigtails fool you, this one's been trouble!

Attitude much?
If one asks the three year old, the addition of a new sister is good...most of the time.

Her place has been usurped. The baby no more, she's not quite sure of this new title- "Big Sister". It could be the joys of being three, or the reaction to having a new baby in the house, or the combination of the two, but any way I look at it, Maeve has developed an attitude. There's been doors slammed, feet stomped in protest, and declarations that "I no love you mommy! You not my best friend!" The blatant refusal to do what I ask is what gets under my skin the most.

Yes, my friends, three has taken over my sweet Maeve overnight. She's not the baby anymore and she's not too happy about it.

I asked the pediatrician at her three year appointment how long I should expect this behavior in relationship to Margo, and her response frankly scared me. Between forced smile she uttered, "Well, we just don't know. It can take some time, months or so!"

MONTHS! MONTHS I have to deal with this?!?!

But then I see a sliver of my sweet girl, and I realize she's still there, just trying to make sense of this new normal.
I'm hoping there's more of this!
Moira, however, has basically remained her same easygoing self. While she loves Margo, having a new little sister in the family really hasn't changed things for her too much. She's still top dog and loving it.

This post has taken me some time to finish as my hands have been busy. (I am currently typing with one hand while holding a sleeping babe). 

I apologize for the absence.  I miss this. I miss having this refuge. I miss my blogging buds, but for the moment my hands are occupied with something, err someone else.

Priorities, my friends, priorities.