Let's see, what did we do this week? Oh yeah, we had a baby.
And it's a boy!
|If I look a little tired, it's because I am.|
The other kids are already fighting over who gets to hold him at all times.
The delivery was great, approximately one hundred million times better than the complicated mess we went through getting Baby #5 here a couple of years ago.
|Please note the orange sign in his bassinet reading "I have not been bathed." I need several laminated copies to stick on my other kids as needed at home.|
Labor started around 2 AM, despite the fact that Phillip had repeatedly stated his preference for a daytime delivery (most of our babies like to come in the middle of the night.)
In fact, our last words before going to sleep the night before were:
"You remember that I want a daytime delivery this time, right?"
"Yes, and I've relayed your request to The Fetus."
Unfortunately his answer was "Whatevs, Dad."
I've spent the last few weeks being very hormonal and crazy, beyond ready for the baby to come and wringing my hands over all the ways it could go wrong.
As you know, pregnancy makes you cry over some very dumb things, so when one daughter picked me a large dandelion and a small dandelion that had gone to seed saying, "this is you and the new baby!" and then my 4-year-old came over and blew all the seeds off, I naturally started sobbing.
I couldn't explain to them (or myself, actually) why I was upset, but the next day at their sister's soccer game they picked me a replacement pair to make me feel better.
|Sorry your mommy is crazy, girls. This is only temporary.|
Which would've been funny, if at that very moment I hadn't been lying on the couch doing exactly nothing.
In non-baby news, my friend's sons were baptized on Saturday. It was lovely, but they ended up with a lot of extra food from the dinner afterward and hooked me up with some of the leftovers.
My favorite was this French bread:
I didn't mean to, but I downed an entire loaf this size after I got home.
And you know what? I don't even feel bad about it. It was delicious.
My 4th-grader's teacher has been reading Roald Dahl's The Witches out loud, and as a treat they watched the movie adaptation in class.
I was asking questions to figure out if it was the same version I'd watched as a kid or a newer one, and my child finally said uncertainly, "I don't know, I think it was made in the 1900's..."
Aaaand now I feel like I'm 100.
Also this week, Mamalode published one of my favorite articles "Taking Refuge." Go take a read if you haven't already, it's a good one.
In the comments here, you can let me know one of two things inspired by the article:
- What moment has made you stop lately and appreciate the stage of life you're in?
- Share your favorite kid-streaking-around-naked story (this is relevant to the article, I promise!)