The Noise Police

To the individual that felt it necessary to complain about my baby during the convention in which YOU chose to seat yourself close to the "Cry Room" which had no working sound and thus required that we kept the door open in order to be able to hear the speaker:  Find a different seat FAR AWAY.  The auditorium seats 4,200 people.  I'm pretty sure you'll be able to find a seat where you won't be within ear shot of my baby.  Oh, and by the way - babies make sounds.  Even when they're not crying, they're usually not silent.

The Stars Have Aligned

My dear hubby and I are planning on a semi getaway this week.  I say semi because part of the time we will be with my parents and part of the time we will be leaving the two older princesses at my parents and going 4 hours away for 2 nights with princess #3 in tow.  So, not a true getaway, but hey, I'll take what I can get!

Anyway, in preparation for the week long vacation from work, hubby has been putting in long days, working 6 days straight.  While he comes home exhausted, I'm about to pull my hair out!  There's something maddening about not having a day off, God created weekends for a reason!  

My only saving grace has been this: miraculously the past 4 days IN A ROW I've been able to get all 3 princesses to take a nap, AT THE SAME TIME!!  For two blissful hours I'm left to my own peace and quiet with the freedom to do whatever I please.  Not only am I able to fill the time with mindless activities, but I'm even able to squeeze in a little housework and meal preparation that makes me look like the most awesome housewife ever.  I am at this very moment loving life.  Naptime - it does a mama good!

Miss Independence

It's official.  Princess #3 is walking.  She's been standing on her own for what seemed like forever.  The last few days she began to take little shuffling steps to the side.  And today, I'm not sure if it was the highly appealing looking toy her sisters were playing with or what, but she took off.  A solid 6-7 steps in a row without falling.  And then she did it again.  And again.  And again.

And I'm thrilled.  And at the same time, heartbroken.  Walking means new independence.  Walking means that now all 3 of my children can run away from me.  Walking means I no longer have a baby.  Instead I have a toddler who is quickly growing into her own personality and discovering her world on her own terms now.  And while watching her experience life on her own two little feet brings me much joy, inside my heart hurts a little, because with each new tentative step we get further away from the "baby phase": a period of life I've identified with the last 6 years.  I'll eventually be ready to embrace the next phase, but just not tonight.  

What a coincidence...

All 4 girls who attended the infamous Chuck E. Cheese birthday party last Saturday morning are ALL now sick, including Princess #1... hmmmm....

'Tis The Season

3 little kids.

2 stubborn fevers.

and a partridge in a pear tree....

it's gonna be a loooooooong day.....