Days of Sweet, Days of Sweat

We've had some sweet days here with the advent of summer, and I am so so glad for sprinkler park weather, and husbands who take days off to wrangle toddlers and knock out grocery lists, and wee baldy infants that caterpillar crawl up their mamas' chest.... Of course, it has not been all bliss and baby booties.  I am still in excruciating abdominal pain, rendering me unhelpful for the majority of toddler fun-making.  I have been so guilty of being a mean mama to my toddler, meeeean and wretched!! and I have surely been forced to my praying knees. Oh mercy, have I.

I know the days will start to be better once I start to feel better, but in the meantime, I am nuzzling a downy head of a Little Man and kissing the sweet cheeks of a Baby Girl and holding fast to the Lovey Loverpants and hoping that we will find our rhythm as a family of four, even if it is an awkward, peculiar kind of rhythm...let it be one that we four can follow together.

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Adventures with Daddy...

We do not own a set of blocks.  We don't need them when we have Walgreen's pharmacy in our very own home.

Even Thundercats need a nap sometimes.

Oh those sweet munchy dimples!

Recovery

The volunteer corps that has been tending to our sink of dirty dishes and tending to Baby Girl's newfound interest in reading The Berenstein Bears and Too Much TV - which she subsequently wants to watch on the telly; this toddler knows irony - has left.  They arrived when we were still a family of three and now they depart and we are a family of four. That's madness.

I've been so so grateful for the help, but I'm glad for the reprieve, as well.  My guts are all still so painfully swollen and my appetite is pretty poor and my desire to just hermit-snuggle Little Man for hour upon silent hour is so great.  I'm happy to trade an immaculately clean home for a messy one if it means I can walk around our place with my milk-stained t-shirt and not feel self-conscious.

So far, though, we're lucking out with Little Man who really is a champion sleeper/feeder and must have some copper pipes for plumbing because dang if this kid's bowels aren't a thing of beauty.

Baby Girl has decided to love on Little Man at every opportunity while punishing her parents in ways never before demonstrated.  Girlfriend grew a set of horns and has taken to violent outbursts, hitting Mama, and declared herself oppositional in every way.  Of course we were forewarned, but like every parent on earth, we said to ourselves, "Oh...but our child will be different!"

HAH.

HAHAHHH!

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.

wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Homecoming

We brought Little Man home from the hospital.  I got a chocolate glazed donut from Mike's en route.  I felt it was deserved. ***

Baby Girl dropped a large volume of Curious George stories on her foot in an attempt to grab Grover Goes to School.  Through tears, she choked, "I can read this one to him."

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Baby Girl passed out in our bed and Little Man conked out while I was changing his diaper on said bed.  I looked at this fluffy plateau where both of these little sleeping monuments lay and I thought, Woah.  Both of those came out of my body.  And now they are both here.  Siblings.  Asleep.  Peaceful, one next to the other.

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And this is about all I want to remember about the last two days.

Nana Red had to leave before Little Man was 48 hours old :( Baby Girl made me the best bouquet for a hospital patient ever...a bouquet of craft supply.

Hulmonee arrived and was whipping up dumplings in record time.  Likes.