Week one

So we actually brought our two new babies home same day, this being the other one:

(I know, I should have got a glistening in the sun by the ocean photo for better effect.)  But she's a beauty.  And so technologically savvy.

Actually how it happened was I just got home from the hospital.  Within about 5 minutes Ryan told me he had to go pick up the new car and he was leaving me with all the kids - for about 4-5 hours since he'd have to take the train down to get it since we couldn't all fit in our car - and he couldn't take all the car seats with him, so all the kids were staying with me.  So much for easing back into things and into life with 4 kids!  Within a couple of hours I called and told him I was about to pass out and we would be watching tv for the rest of the night. :)

Then Monday Ryan went back to work and I was by myself for two days until my sister got here.  When Ryan got home, his comments were all about how tired he was and how there are so many demands on him at work. (Like I would feel sympathetic for him???)  It was even funnier because, I told him, "I just read in my book today that 'preschoolers typically demand that their caretakers deal with some kind of need or desire at an average rate of three times a minute.' And I have three of them. Plus a newborn."  Yeah, top that Mr. work-is-so hard.  :)

That must be why one of the highlights of last week was when a nice friend dropped off some food for dinner - the boys and Ryan were out at the moment, and before they came back, I hurried and piled up my own plate, sat on the couch and watched entertainment tv while I ate my dinner - all by myself.  It is so rare that I eat anything that I haven't had to prepare myself, and then to sit and actually enjoy it without having to fight over it and feed a whole table full of other mouths was seriously a heavenly few minutes.

I also had to laugh when he came home because he got home really late that night and was telling me good job that I even had the kids all in their pajamas on my first day alone.  I should have gracefully accepted the compliment, only I couldn't hide my smile - that we really never got out of our pajamas that day.

I still am loving the baby stage this time so much more than with my others.  He's a great baby, plus I'm sure I just get it better than I did with the others. And he spends much of his time like this:




Typically Ryan and I can't wait for the baby phase to be over (mostly so we can just get some sleep), but this time I don't want him to grow out of it!  It's so much fun. And messy.  Man, I forgot how messy babies are.  I've had explosive poops all over me, multiple pees on the couch, lots of clothes of mine in the wash with spit up on them, and complete wardrobe changes with every diaper.

Now if only Phoenix didn't get a raging case of pink eye the day after we came home from the hospital life would really be great.  And now he has a fever and is throwing up.  Awesome.  That's the only real misery right now is my paranoia about the baby getting it. 



But we've had great people bringing food, helping take Cash to school, picking up things for me at the store - and even a friend who cleaned my house for me when I was 9 months pregnant.  (If you want to give someone a good present - that would be it.)  Everyone has been great.

Poor Ryan gets the shaft though having a birthday right after our babies.  I had good intentions, really.... sorry hubby. At least  you got a full night's sleep for your birthday!  Value wise, that's really a pretty hot commodity if you think about it....

Speaking of which, I am so tired that every time I wake up I have two overwhelming emotions.  Where in the heck am I????  Is always the first thing that comes to mind. I just crash so hard I have no idea where I am or what I should be doing, sometimes I even wonder if I'm still in college.  Then the second is when I remember where I am and go into complete panic about where in the world is the baby and have I slept for 5 hours and totally forgotten about him?????  Bizarre.  Speaking of sleep, do other people wake their babies up in the night to feed them?  I asked a friend the other day how long you have to keep up this feed every 2-3 hours business since I'm so tired.  She was like, "You mean, you wake your babies up at night?"  I was like, um....I thought I was supposed to.  Isn't that what they have you do in the hospital?  But then it sounded a little ridiculous to me too, like yeah, why would I really be doing that in the middle of the night?




Here's Cash "reading" a book to the baby - showing him photos of when he was a baby and telling Diesel how much he looks like him.  :)







And a few awake photos:




Little Diesel even had his first face-time on the iPhone the other night.  Man, my kids get more advanced each time.