Wednesday, May 14, 2014

I'm going to be up all night for an entirely different reason.

I watched one too many episodes of Castle.  Everything was fine.  C was eating his dinner, and I was enjoying season 5.  I figured I'd put him to bed as soon as he finished his bottle, shortly after a new episode started.  That episode is about a DVD that kills people a la The Ring.  Now, I have to put my sleeping baby to bed up the dark stairs in his dark room.  I went in to tell Eli my dilemma with the hope he would put the baby to bed for me.  Since he thinks he's funny, he suggested I turn the lights on and avoid any dark hair hanging from the ceiling or crawling dead girls.  I may smother him in his sleep.  Yeah, one episode too many. 

I've been spending my time either fixing up the house to get it ready to sell, taking care of the kids, or sleeping.  Mostly the first two.  That hasn't left a lot of time for crafts or blogging.  Lucky for you guys, I've taken pictures of the snail I made for my youngest adorable niece as well as my own adorable children. 

The most common question I've gotten from people is how has D taken to being a big brother.  The answer is that he loves it.  He insists on helping and gets really concerned when C cries.  He still wants all my attention, but he's slowly getting used to not having it all the time.  Of course, his usual response to me paying attention to something else is to go straight for the cat food or to try to play in the basement.  The bigger problem is that he's refusing to go to sleep at night now.  He cries and screams up in his room until one of us comes up and sits with him.  We're still not sure why he's doing it, but we suspect that it has something to do with my two week absence when C was born.  Hopefully, he'll grow out of it soon because Mama needs her alone time.

C is doing great.  He's such a happy baby.  When he's awake, he's smiling and cooing.  He's gaining about a half a pound a week, so his size is great.  He's officially off the heart and apnea monitor, and he's showing no lasting signs of being a preemie.  When I pick him up, he feels so much heavier than D ever was.  And when he smiles at me, it makes me forget how tired and frustrated I am.  See for yourself.

So happy.

Frustrated because I won't let him play with the snail while I'm finishing it.

Pirate baby.

Here's a good smile.

D feeding C, such a great brother.

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