Three kids? No Big Deal!

It is 8:00 in the evening and my husband and I have just gotten all THREE of our kids to bed.  We are exhausted and also thrilled to have a few hours to do……well whatever we want to do! We recently have entered ‘zone defense’ parenting.  The big transition from two to three kids.  It is hard.  Even though our newest addition is a really good baby……just having another body to feed, bath, change, love and keep alive has kept us on our toes!

Everyone told me that transitioning from two to three children is no big deal. I think they were just trying to calm my fears. But it is a VERY big deal! And in a very different way then going from one to two kids. Going from one to two was emotionally difficult for me. I wanted Charlie, my oldest, to still feel loved while catering to a newborn’s needs. Not to mention Henry, my second, was a more difficult baby (hello colic)! But, going from two to three has given me new and more…shall we say logistical challenges!

For example: I literally only have two arms. I can feed the baby a bottle while playing cars with Charlie, but then don’t have another arm when Henry wants a hug so he’s not left out!

Two car seats fit perfectly into most cars, but three car seats takes a little finagling. We ended up getting a bigger car with a third row and I expected my five-year-old to be able to buckle himself in. Not so much. Several months later and lots of practice I’ve got it down pat. I can coral all three kids in one door and while I’m securing the baby carrier the other two get into position and from there I help them buckle up.  I can do it in under two minutes (that in it’s self deserves an award).

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Before baby Whitney cam into our lives as a family of four we could often sit down together for dinner. Now, without doubt, the second I sit down so our family can have a few minutes of needed together time the baby starts screaming.

It’s a never ending cycle of bottles, sippy cups, naptimes, tantrums, diaper changes and baths.

But also a never ending cycle of laughs, giggles, hearing ‘I love you’ and my favorite part. Seeing my boys love on their little sister.

So yes- it’s hard. But in a different way. I hear people say it gets easier…..I just roll my eyes.  Some parts get easier, but others get more difficult.

We are all in the trenches, mama! No matter if you have one needy baby, pre-teens in middle school or driving your first ‘baby’ to college.

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I’m Back!

It feels so good to be back writing! I have missed connecting with all of you amazing women! I have missed the friendship, support and honestly even the debates!

The past several months have been a world-wind! In April I had a beautiful baby girl (Whitney Catherine). Read about her birth story here! She’s Here! Whitney’s Birth Story We were also in the middle of selling our home and moving across town to what I can only describe as my dream home.

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I’m not going to lie.  It has not been easy, but I am so in love with life right now.  We are so lucky to have three healthy and happy children and a roof over our head. With all of the horrible and scary things going on in the world I’ve been thanking God everyday that we have these simple things that mean so much to us.

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So now that the school year is imminent (sniff, sniff, my oldest is starting junior kindergarten) I will be back on schedule.  And for those who know me, know I love a schedule!

I will be sharing my trials and tribulations on decorating my home (mostly by myself), parenting, having a life outside of ‘mommyhood’ and my attempt at balancing all of that withing losing it!

Thank you again for reading along and I can’t wait to hear from you!!

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The Longest Moments

6:24

The kitchen is a mess.  We’ve just finished dinner and Charlie, my four-year-old, is upstairs having a screaming match against himself.  I sent him to his room for standing on the table and not getting down after I asked him five times.  Henry, my 19-month-old, is screaming just because he has just finished all of his milk and well…..it’s just all gone.  My dear husband is on his hands and knees trying to clean up all of the corn the baby flicked on the floor….well because it was not covered in ketchup…his new favorite must have food.

The reason we could not use any ketchup is because Charlie also loves it….so much that he licked the lid of the bottle because it is ‘so delicious’ and I had yet to clean it off.

I looked at the clock again and it was only 6:28…..seriously??? That must have been the slowest four minutes EVER.  How was I going to get to 7:00? Yes, my kids go to bed early….but thirty two minutes away seemed like an eternity!

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These boys are sweet and sneaky.  A unstoppable combination.

After a few minutes I go upstairs to see a puffy faced,  sad looking boy.  He was so upset he could hardly talk. “Mommy….you….. you….. you made me sad.” Oh jeez.  The guilt.  I was totally in the right to send him to his room.  He chose not to listen to me and had several warnings.  But in that moment my heart was breaking for my little con-artist. He can put a steak through my heart then kiss it better in about three seconds. He says sorry and we hug.

6:39

Back downstairs the baby has calmed down and I changed him into his pajamas. Then the three of us go back upstairs and snuggled onto the rocking chair in the baby’s room to read books before bed.  If you were a fly on the wall in that moment, you would see a mother and her two adorable children who were giggling and hugging and kissing each other as we read an Elmo nighttime book.  It was like the last twenty minutes didn’t even happen.  Like the blink of an eye that horrible, crazy part of the night was gone.

Why do they do this to my heart and my soul?

At moments like this, I cherish being their mom.  It is the best thing in the world. But, I, like most moms also get so caught up in the moments of pure exhaustion and frustration. Right now, though,  I will just rock them and soak it in…..

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Trying to choose to remember all the good moments!

7:22

Both kids are in bed.  I can take a deep breath and realize that we made it through another night.

This night was not our normal, but by no doubt it happens…..sometimes several nights in a row.  I complain. I get angry. Sometimes I  yell……but I also love, hug and kiss. All of this often happens the span of a few minutes!

Those sweet faces constantly keep me on the edge.  The edge of sanity, of breakdowns, of laughing fits and crying fits….you name it and I have felt it.  They keeps our hearts raw and wide open. These days with small children are full of extremes.  Extremely hard and extremely fulfilling.  Not much in between.

I’ve heard many times before that I should cherish these days.  One day they will just be a faint memory…..and as much as I hate to admit it….they are right.  Looking back at chaotic vacations or school recitals…..I mostly remember the smiles and adorable performances….not the whining and  the exasperation I feel getting out the door.

So, for right now, I will enjoy the next two hours in peace and quiet knowing my little love muffins are happily sleeping, resting up to wreak havoc tomorrow.

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