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.
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!
Life is moving rather slow these days. Before Caleb was born, I spent my mornings running one or two errands with the kids or taking Sam to his gymnastics class twice a week. If we didn’t have errands to run or a class to attend, then I tried to schedule a play date. I have discovered that while I enjoy quiet mornings at home, my children do not. They like the hustle and bustle of leaving the house, going places and meeting up with friends. They are social butterflies.
Normally, this isn’t a problem but since Caleb’s arrival, I’ve barely left the house, and neither have the kids. I stocked up on food before his birth and have my mom pick up perishables like milk, juice and fresh vegetables and drop them off at the house as needed. My mother has taken Sam to gymnastics but we haven’t had any play dates. It’s been raining all week, so they’ve barely spent any time outdoors. In other words, I think the kids are going a little nuts.
It’s a constant struggle, getting used to the fact that we are a family of five instead of a family of four. Gabe and I are outnumbered. There is no divide (evenly) and conquer. Usually, one person takes the two older littles while the other handles Caleb. Admittedly, I’m still not sure who draws the short straw in that deal. Both groups present their individual set of challenges. Eddie is still hurt since she was usurped as the baby of the family and acts out her frustrations through killer tantrums that Gabe has started filming because he’s positive that “someday we’re going to look back and find this funny.”
Right now, it’s not funny.
Sam is the kid who is handling the transition rather well, but bedtime routine has started taking forever because right as you’re getting ready to give him his good night kiss and walk out of the room, he decides to tell you about every thought, feeling, emotion, idea and observation he’s had since the moment he woke up that morning. In other words, I think he’s craving some attention. As tempting as it is to tell him to be quiet and go to sleep, Gabe and I both try to indulge him and give him a few minutes to verbally unload, so to speak. This might seem like nothing but when you’re bone tired, five minutes feels like an eternity. Gabe is much more patient than I am and will sometimes stay up there for 15 or 20 minutes. I’m grateful that Sam has a parent with infinitely more patience than myself. Right now, excess patience and energy are sparse around here.