I could very easily lie and say that my computer has been broken, my house burned down and we didn't have access to a computer, alien spies stole my laptop and little green men kidnapped the entire family for over a month... but you would all know it wasn't the truth- damn, that facebook! The truth is I've been all about maintenance lately- maintenance in terms of just barely treading water and maintaining my sanity! I tell ya...4 kids is a heck of alotta work! (Loriann, cover for me PUHLEEEZE!) I would have it no other way, but daaannnngggg I'm E.X.H.A.U.S.T.E.D!!!
I barely remember the time when just 3 kids occupied our life- it seems like that was just too easy. Don't get me wrong, Birdbaby is THEE EASIEST baby ever, but just the dynamic of 4 kids is trying. Not complaining, just sayin'.
Enuf! Lots has happened in the last month-
Bird 1 and Bird 2 acquired a dirtbike- 'nuff said there... If anyone has any extra valium lying around please think of this Queenbird-
Bird 3 is officially potty trained- HALLELUJAH! Say it again, everyone...Hallelujah. Birdpapa and I were spending nearly $90 every few weeks on diapers so this has been a bit of a raise- not sure where that moolah went but it's just nice not to have to purchase those extra things. He's also doing GREAT in school- had a bit of a troubling transition to the toddler room. Apparently other 2 year olds don't like being bitten... not sure what that's all about. Anyway, he has friends again.
And sweet birdbaby is now 9 months old... did I say he was the sweetest baby EVAHHHH??? well, he is! He's close to walking (which I'm not encouraging- is that wrong?) He's not sleeping through the night any longer- guess he's still wanting cuddle time and to nurse-- How can I say no.
Birdpapa is exhausted too, but somehow he handles it much better than me. Work is great- extremely busy. Feast or famine with him. Can't complain. He's close to his next anniversary- 36 is quickly approaching. I'm so lucky that he's SOOO much older than me. :)
Well, that about does it for me. My christmas tree is staring me down- the dishes are piling up, and the laundry is walking on it's own...damn, Jeremiah needs to get to work. I'm going to bed. Nighty night.
