…I know this because Sara ate pizza for breakfast this morning.
The kids are gone…
…I know this because Sara ate pizza for breakfast this morning.
My So Called Life
Baby brain
Sara nudged me in the middle of the night.
Sara: “Hey, can you change Alex’s diaper?”
Me: “I just did.”
Sara: “No, that was four hours ago.”
Me: “Uh, I don’t think so.”
Oh man, she was so confused, obvs. I mean, I had just laid down a couple of seconds ago, so clearly she was mistaken. Ha ha, can you believe this woman? So sleep deprived and confused. Sheesh!
Well, turns out it was 4 a.m., which means 4 hours really had passed since I had changed him.
(You’d think one of these days I would learn to stop questioning her, especially when it comes to MARKING THE PASSAGE OF TIME, which is like my kryptonite.)
The Post Office Strikes Again
There are few things more terrifying (and more commonplace at our house) than the dreaded “WE CARE” note from the USPS:
“We’re really sorry that we absolutely mangled yet another piece of your mail, but you understand that it’s really necessary in order to allow us to provide the most expeditious distribution possible. Better on time than in one piece we always say!”
At least it wasn’t fragile like the last one (less than a month ago, I might add).
I guess the post office must be hurting for money, because they’ve decided they can only deliver 60% of our mail. That’s okay, I guess, except I do take a little issue with how they’ve decided to implement the policy…
Needless to say Santa isn’t really thrilled with his handling either.
Oooh, I get it: it’s a fill in the blank! Anybody have a guess as to what kind of card Tony meant to send us?
A) “&@*#” Everything
B) “You Are My” Everything
C) “Man I Trust the USPS With” Everything
D) “I, Tony, Being of Sound Mind and Body, Am Leaving You” Everything
(Knowing Tony, it was most likely A)
Parenting Check In
So, I’ve been a little short on time lately, and consequently updates have been sparse on the ground. We’re here, still surviving.
I remember this with the other kids as well: the first 2 weeks are relatively nice. Baby pretty much just wakes up for pictures, then goes back to sleep. Generally agreeable. Suckers you in. Then, just when you think, “Hey, babies aren’t that bad!” *BOOM* The real baby shows up.
Just kidding. He’s really not so bad, but there have been two developments:
- Kid got his full set of pipes.
- Now that he’s a little more awake and alert, he’s taking a significant portion of that awake/alertness during the night.
If Alex could write, he would definitely write me a letter like this. Poor daddy, last in love again. Naturally, he’s most happy with Sara, and big sister and big brother will always be interesting, but daddy mostly only shows up to take him away from mommy (i.e. hold him for 5 seconds to let Sara go to the bathroom). Usually the sight of my face alone is enough to send him into a fit (yeah yeah, you feel the same way, hardy har har).
The way it works is that Sara is basically welded to Alex, and I take care of Evie and Ollie. Unfortunately, neither of those roles is really a one person job, so we both could use help from the other. It really goes to show you that raising children is meant to be a multi-generational thing. Takes a village to raise a child and all that.
To that end, I want to say thank you to everybody who has helped us out over the last few weeks. Whether it was picking the kids up from school, or watching Alex while we got some sleep, or keeping him occupied while we run around and fold laundry, or all of you who have brought us food.
Seriously on the food thing! Every few days another *HUGE* meal shows up (which usually lasts us a couple of days). It has been so helpful just to not even worry about that part of it, and I sincerely thank you all for taking the time and love to make us your favorite meals. They have been extremely appreciated.
The upside of Alex getting older is that we’re just now entering into the “he’s aware of people” stage, and just in the past few days he has started to smile. Absolutely nothing in the world is better than a big, ear-splitting, baby smile. It’s just an expression of pure joy, and it lights up his whole face. “Did that human-shaped head-thing just *moo* at me?? How delightful!”
If I’ve learned anything, it’s that there are worse ways to spend your time than pursuing baby smiles.
My New Star Wars Pajamas
For the past few years, my mother-in-law has made me pajamas for Christmas. It’s a pretty simple thing, but I don’t know, I get pretty excited about them. I think by now you all know me enough to know how much I appreciate a homemade gift. I love the fact that something homemade is unique: nobody else has a pair quite exactly like them.
The first year it was Packer pants, and I wore them until they basically shredded off of my body. The next year it was fuzzy fleece pants that matched the pajamas she made for Evie and Ollie. They are super fuzzy and warm, and I’m still wearing those, but they have started to develop holes as well.
Well, this year she cooked up something special: a full body, fleece, wookiee suit.
(Sometimes Han gets scared on takeoff, so he has to hold my hand)
Aside from being THE MOST AWESOME PAJAMAS EVER, they are super soft, and also very warm. These things could keep you warm on Hoth, if you know what I’m saying.
But it didn’t stop there! Barb also made matching pjs for Alex, so we can celebrate Life Day or whatever it is daddy wookiees do with their baby wookiees.
Sara said I could use them for Halloween, but as much as I’m going to wear them I’m not sure they will still be intact all the way until October…
Shane Halbach 