Little Ben came home from the hospital one month ago. I feel like I’m starting to emerge from the newborn zombie state I’ve been in. The kids and I have so enjoyed snuggling the baby and kissing on him and just adoring every look and sound he makes. It hasn’t really left a lot of time for much else!
We’ve definitely been in survival mode. I’m focusing on making sure every one is fed, dressed, and rested. That’s about all I can guarantee on any given day. Luckily it’s summer break so the kids play in the sprinkler and skip bath time. We’ve also been pretty lax on picking up messes. There’s only so much I can orchestrate from the couch while I’m nursing the baby.
On the bright side, the girls have accepted the challenge of unloading the dishwasher every day. That means I have to get it loaded and run every day. That’s really helped keep the dished from getting crazy out of hand. Sammi has also been such a help in carrying laundry baskets downstairs so we can keep clean clothes cycling through.
I remember when Sammi was a baby everything seemed like so much work. I had absolutely. no. idea! But while the amount of laundry, dishes and toys to pick up has increased, so has my ability to manage all that. Our house is still rather chaotic most of the time, but it cleans up fairly quickly when Brent and I get serious about it.
And Ben is such a doll. He is so go-with-the-flow. He seems to nap best when in a bouncy chair in the thick of our cleaning/playing/mess-making loudness. And I cherish the time when we sit down together so he can eat. He’s starting to be awake for a bit after eating. He love to look around and makes adorable thinking faces. Sammi loves to hold him and has even gotten brave enough to hold him when he’s fussy. In fact, she kept him happy for quite a while tonight so I could read Harry Potter to her and Elli.
I feel more and more like we are working together as a family to enjoy life. The girls have been more cooperative when I ask them for help. We have had lots of moments of laughter and harmony. I hope they remember these moments instead of the moments just before dinner when everyone is a bit too grumpy, or when Scott remembers he’s two and throws a fit and hits everything he sees. But for good measure, we’ll have more visits to the park and pool, more trips to the children’s museum, more popsicles on the front porch, and more late nights catching fireflies.