The past few days have been.. heartbreaking. Not in an "ohmygawsh- did something happen?" kind of way. My little is not wearing diapers anymore. yes, exciting that I no longer have to smell poopy diapers or wonder where that smell is coming from or even have to worry about the cost of buying more diapers, but he is my baby- my last little one and as exciting as it is to graduate from diapers, I find myself really sad. Sad because he is no longer a "baby"- which he has proved a long time ago. This little guy still climbs up on my lap and curls up and even snuggles up to my neck or chest just to smell me. Yes, it usually ends quickly with him licking my face and laughing hysterically, but for a moment it was baby heaven. Now, I am chasing this wild child all over the house, giggling as his chunky little legs and bubbly butt runs as fast as he cans!
Last night was one of those crazy days. The night before it was even more CrAzY and I didn't think I would survive the next day, but they all surprised me and were great little minions. I had prepared them that morning that I had a client coming over to do photos so I needed the house to be cleaned and they were to play downstairs while I worked. I was thrilled when 3 of the 5 were such great helpers and it was really nice to get a deep clean in on the house. Things were going great! Then my clients showed up. The kids went downstairs and from that moment on they decided to be the loudest they have been all week. Awesome. So now, this sweet couple that is expecting their first baby is probably thinking the whole time that they will never have more than one child lol. My house was like instant birth control. One moment I get a dramatic teen coming upstairs freaking out that lil J has hurt his arm. After investigating the situation downstairs and didn't hear any crying, bleeding, cuts, etc, I went back up to finish session.
They (the clients) were very sweet and thought most of it was funny. I was so glad they understood kids and was not bothered by it. So after surviving the battle of the siblings during the session, I made dinner, everyone actually sat together nicely at the table and actually finished their plate. Big deal when they all eat! I was noticing that little J wasn't moving his arm and he would cry here and there. My first thought was oh great- his elbow must be dislocated AGAIN but then I noticed it was his other arm. SERIOUSLY- this can not be happening. I drilled all the kids and of course I got "I didn't touch him", " I have no idea what happened" and I also got "he hit his shoulder on the counter". Hmm.
I kind of left him alone for about an hour- letting him sit and watch him like a hungry hawk. By the time I came back from going to the bathroom, he was up jumping around again and punching his brothers- Everything was fine. Thank goodness! I prepared my kids that everyone was going to go to bed at the noral bedtime and of course bedtime was dragged out for every excuse possible. As 11pm came inching by I was begging for a netflix movie to put little J asleep. I do not know how this id has so much energy this late at night. He does this crazy funny thing where he will crawl around on my bed- as fast as he can in circles. He looks like a dog trying to catch his tail. Oh man- it is great entertainment until he wants to do a flip at the end and kick you in the face. Funny moment O V E R.
At 4 am I was awaken by my little snuggle bug with that clicking- tounge smacking sound only children make before they throw up all over you. I bolted out of bed, praying my face was not the target. After a few hours of being on puke patrol, we finally got some rest- only to learn that we all over slept and everyone missed the bus.
Today, due to the lack of sleep, left me with a terrible headache and the silent begging of nap time and pure laziness to do nothing today. Ok, well, I did feed the littles but that was about it. But today gave me little blessings throughout the day which I am so blessed for. A client order came in and I got to peek at her beautiful album she ordered, Jack has been going potty ALL day- with no accidents, I got lots of snuggles from my littles, I had a soda, I enjoyed the frost on the trees, received some wonderful emails, talked to hubby, culled some other images, booked a newborn session in ID.
To celebrate a very lazy but blessful day, I announced to the kiddos that for dinner we are having cereal and ice cream. I am the coolest mom ever- at least for dinner time.
Hey - don't judge! It's called survival!
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