Dear Blog-Land,I'm like the worst girlfriend ever. I don't call, I don't write, I don't come around...I understand if you want to break up.
Your guilt-ridden friend
I've been meaning to respond to your comment about how life is with three boys. I think it's safe to assume that my lack of response can sort of serve AS a response, in this instance (or, in other words, it's busy--so busy I don't have time to do much else). But don't worry--it's also full of awesome, I promise.
P.S. Haven't you had that baby yet? (I'm sure this is one of your favorite sayings right now)
P.P.S. I super love that it says "that's what she said" when you comment. I know it's been this way forever, but still...love it.
Thank you for being such a good helper. I can't even count the number of times that I ask you to "go get this" or "go find that" or "help Lucas with this." I love that you love Matthew so much, even if I do have to tell you to get out of his face eleventy billion times a day. Also, thank you for telling me at least once a day that I don't have a fat belly anymore. It does wonders for my vanity.
When did you stop being my baby?!?! It seems like you aged a TON since we brought Matthew home. It makes me happy that (for the most part) you're not jealous of Matthew and that he's the only person that you will actually give a kiss to. Now if we could only work on your 2 AM bed-crashing...
I can't believe it's been three weeks already! You're such a sweet little man. Even though it costs me valuable sleep time, I love rocking you in the early morning, when everything is quiet and you're content and milk-drunk. I love that you recognize my voice and calm down when you hear me talk to you. And, even though it keeps me from getting things done during the day, I love that you want to be held all.the.time. Thank you for making me feel like the most important person in your world.
Dear Moby wrap,
Thank you for being so awesome. My baby loves you, and it's because of you that my house isn't a total and complete disaster.
A faithful user of you
Dear Utah Weather,
Thank you for being remarkably agreeable for this time of year. It's made my life so much easier to be able to take the boys outside and keep the stir-crazy at bay.
A mom of two active, rambunctious boys and one boychild who needs Vitamin D
Dear Spider that just crawled across my desk,
You should have stayed outside. As soon as you enter my house, your life is forfeit.
The squisher of you
Dear smart phone,
Your internet surfing capabilities have saved my life. I spend approximately 95% of my time sitting and feeding a baby these days, and you help me pass the time.
The milk machine
I love you. I know you've been on "big boy duty" a lot these days because Matthew wants to eat 24/7, and I know they can get rambunctious and frustrating, but I know that they love spending time with you more than practically anything. Thank you for being a hands-on daddy. Also, thank you for still thinking I'm attractive when my wardrobe consists mainly of cookie pants and baggy shirts, I smell like sour milk, and I go days without brushing my hair.
Having three kids is easier than I thought it would be. Don't get me wrong--it's still hard. We still have a lot to learn. However, it's also exponentially more rewarding than I expected, especially when I see how much my boys all love each other.
A happy mom of 3
P.S. We're not going to be ready for #4 anytime soon, so don't get any crazy ideas.
|My three boys having morning snuggles|