Surviving and thriving

We are surviving. By that, I mean in a 24 hour period, I have literally gone from saying "We have too many babies!" one minute to "I can do this" the next.  At the moment, keeping my head above water is a minute-to-minute thing.  I'm reminding myself to keep it simple.  I'm trying not to feel guilty about the fact that at 3:15am when I was feeding Aaron this morning, I couldn't get out of my head "Let's build a word!  Let's build it! Let's build it!" from Word World, because John Michael has been watching a lot of TV while I'm nursing (Noah, not so much.  He just does stuff to try to goad me on and get my attention like throwing Color Wonder marker caps at me while I'm nursing to see if I'll put him in time-out.  Serenity now!  Oye!  Why won't he watch TV?!  I digress).   Anyway, I'm trying to get us out of the house.  I'm trying to take deep breaths.   I'm trying to celebrate the small victories, like the fact that we're all fed and clothed.  I'm trying to feed myself and put on makeup, so I feel good about myself.  The key word here is TRY.  I'm definitely not walking around here looking like Glamourmama every day, but I'm trying to be clean and somewhat presentable.  Whereas I many times could and do very easily cry at the stressful nature of having three young children and how ridiculous I look say trying to take a toddler to the bathroom with a screaming baby in a carrier on one arm and another toddler who is running the other way and won't come, I am trying to stay in the moment and not take this too seriously and try to laugh.  Having an almost-4, an almost-2 and a newborn is completely redonkulous!  Just watch us try to go anywhere.  Really, I'm trying to be grateful for the good stuff, more than anything.

Last week, it was ear infections for JM and Noah.  This week, our weekly trip to the pediatrician was for Aaron, who has been sputtering and choking on his milk.  Anyway, he's fine.  So fine, actually, that he's gained more than a pound in a week.  Chunky chunkster!  He's up to 9lbs 5 oz.  Considering all he does is eat, especially the past few nights every two hours from 11-5 (ehem), I am thrilled that my hard work is at least paying off.  You may recall that I had serious weight-gain issues with John Michael (who would have thought considering he's so solid now!?).  Anyway, go Aaron!

This is Noah "hugging" Aaron.  He is fascinated by Aaron and would hug him all day if I would let him.

So sweet!

Anyway, the days and nights drag on, but it also goes fast.  Aaron will be a month old on Saturday!  How did that happen?!