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It’s funny how change can sneak up on you. I managed to plant some lettuce, herbs and a few quick growing veggies, like carrots and radishes before Caleb was born but for some reason it seemed like the seeds just weren’t doing much. Last year it was as if I had veggies popping up overnight. This year weeks have gone by without even a single green sprout, or so it seemed. A few days ago I went outside and discovered that I had sprouts everywhere. My radishes are almost ready to be picked. My strawberry planters are overflowing with strawberries. My hydrangeas are in full bloom. When did all this happen?!

Likewise with my babies. Caleb looks the same to me as he did three weeks ago but when I load my pictures onto the computer from my camera and look back at all the images, I can see how much he’s changing on almost a daily basis. Sam has lost all of his delicious toddler pudge (the chunky thighs…the dimples on his chubby hands) and its becoming painfully obvious that he’s no longer a baby or a toddler. He’s…sniff…a little boy. Eddie is well, still toddler…her clumsy gait and the sound of her disposable diaper rustling under her shorts when she walks is music to my ears, I must confess. Her thighs are practically edible, there’s so much meat on them, and she still has her own baby smell (or is that Desitin? Hard to say). I might put off potty training her this summer just so I can pretend she’s not getting any older.

Actually, scratch that. Our trash is 90% diapers, 10% Other. She needs to be potty trained.

Happy Tuesday, friends.

 

 

Keep your eye on the ball…

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As Caleb is starting to have more moments of wakefulness as opposed to a constant cycle of eating, burping and sleeping, the kids are starting to show more interest in him. (Yes, I know the above photo is of Caleb sleeping but it’s hard to take awake photos of him right now because I’m usually holding him if he’s not sleeping). For the first few weeks I kept him squirreled away in our bedroom away from the hubbub but lately I’ve been placing him in his little portable bassinet and letting him observe the rest of the world while I cook, do laundry, etc.. While I don’t think the older kids would intentionally hurt the baby, I don’t quite trust them enough to not unintentionally hurt Caleb, so I never leave the three of them alone for longer than it takes to throw a load of laundry in the washer, stir something on the stove, take out the trash or anything of the like. Even then, there have been times where I’ve been in the next room and overheard the kids trying to include Caleb in their play and I’ve sprinted back into the room in a state of panic. Here are some of the heart attack-inducing statements that have come out of Sam and Eddie’s mouths:

“Want to try one, Caleb? They taste really good.”

“It’s okay, I’ll hold you.”

“Baby Caleb SMASH!”

And my personal favorite:

“Okay Caleb, now remember, keep your eye on the ball…”

While nerve wracking at times, I’m so glad the kids want to include Caleb in their games, even though they can’t include him yet.

I hope I can keep him alive until that time comes.

She turned two

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Last week was Eddie’s second birthday. We kept things low key. No decorations. No party. I’m too sleep deprived. I had a local bakery make a bunny cake (she’s really into bunnies lately) and we ate takeout outside on the back deck with just us and my parents. Lately I’ve been feeling like we are slowly being buried alive by toys so I asked my parents to just gift her with one toy and some much needed clothing. Gabe and I gave her a small kaleidoscope. My parents bought her a toy wooden chicken coop complete with felt chickens, chicks, eggs and nests. It’s simple, well made and she loves it. You can find the coop here. My mother did splurge and picked out a few outfits from one of my favorite brands, Boden. It’s a British company that makes adorable children’s clothing. The fabric is thick, high quality cotton and the designs always have amazing attention to detail. Each item is usually lined or embellished with smocking, pleats, ric-rac or other details that you just don’t see anymore, especially in U.S. clothing brands. Plus, they hold up to countless washings and don’t fade, making them perfect for hand me downs. I just adore their stuff. In my mind, all British children wear Boden clothing, Mary Jane shoes, and have impeccable manners and never get dirty. ¬†Dear Tania, my British friend, please tell me this is true? Don’t burst my bubble…

I haven’t picked up my knitting in weeks. There just isn’t time and I’m too tired to trust myself to knit anything without totally messing up and having to fix it. I’d rather just not knit for now. Maybe when I start getting five hours of sleep at night I’ll start knitting again. I do miss it!

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