Friday, May 30, 2008
 For those of you that might be interested, my ever-so-talented sister, Kathy is coming to Connecticut for a week and she will be doing a few days' worth of photo shoots in Trumbull. You can see her most-amazing work HERE and you can make an appointment by calling her at (801)253-7617. She does everything from Christmas cards to enormous black and white family portraits. She has experience with weddings, does remarkable senior photos and is excellent with small children. There is a $50 fee to hold your slot but that goes towards any purchases you make. So don't delay. She's got to have 20 appointments by Tuesday, June 3rd in order for my dad to give her the time off work and no, my appointment doesn't count towards that 20. (Appointments are available Monday, June 16th thru Thursday, June 19th between 9:00am-5:00pm.)
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Thursday, May 29, 2008
After running around chasing balls and swinging and learning how to bat a ball and shooting some hoops, Caleb and the twins were tuckered out. A few pushes in the hammock later. . . .
There couldn't be anything in the world more heavenly than that.
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Sunday, May 25, 2008
 Many of you know that Hunter (our nine year old) has struggled with Juvenile Diabetes since he was 15 months old. In just nine years the world has come a long way in making his life easier, simpler. He's on an insulin pump and receives insulin constantly, keeping his blood sugar in relatively good shape. He can do just about anything his friends can do and nothing slows him down. He's happy and vibrant and energetic. But that's not to say he doesn't have his struggles. Roller coaster blood sugars and the long term effects of not having a working pancreas are scary and heartbreaking. We have no idea how long Hunter will survive this life-changing disease or what pains he will have to suffer through. And worst of all, we're afraid of being forced to say goodbye much sooner than we should ever have to. It's a constant worry for all of us. Even Noah (our seven year old) can't sleep at night for fear of witnessing Hunter have yet another seizure and worrying we won't be able to help him fast enough. While it's definitely a manageable disease, it's also one we'd much rather do without.
So this year a family that lives nearby asked if they could help us find a cure for Hunter and all of the thousands of other children who struggle with Type I Diabetes day in and day out. The Sedgewicks are an amazing family. Every year they produce a play all by themselves and then donate the proceeds to a charitable foundation. We suggested Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation and they immediately got to work writing and rehearsing the show. Hunter, Noah and Denver were invited to participate and have been working their little rearends off, practicing and rehearsing once and sometimes twice weekly for a couple of months now. Nobody wants a cure more than these little boys and they've been working hard to help find one. But three little boys can't possibly do it alone and that's where y'all come in.
On Saturday, June 14th, you all are invited to come and see the boys perform in the Sedgewick's production of The Jungle Book. There will be singing, dancing, and all kinds of fun animal antics. And all we ask in return is that you come and support us anyway you can. Donations will be accepted in any amount and there is no amount too small. Every penny collected will go directly to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation and to help find a cure for Hunter and so many others who struggle with the highs and lows of Type I Diabetes. Even if you have nothing to give (I know these are difficult times for many right now), I hope you will at least come and support these little boys and all of the others who have put so much work into the show and the cause. We look forward to seeing you there!
The show starts at 6:30pm at 40 Bonnieview Drive in Trumbull CT. If you can't attend the show but you'd still like to donate, please contact me by email for the mailing address.
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Saturday, May 24, 2008
Last night was the Young Women's camp fundraiser. Because the YW are going to a new camp and doing some tubing and canoeing and stuff, it's costing them $100 more (each) this year than last. So, the YW turned the Cultural Hall (gym) into a Pirate themed restaurant last night and served us spaghetti and toss salad and dinner rolls for $10/family. The YW dressed up as pirates and seated us at our tables which included pirate coloring sheets and eye patches for each of the kids. I was surprised how much it really felt like a restaurant. After dinner and a little entertainment which included some cell phone tag, a purse scavengar hunt and some pirate jokes there was a dessert auction. Each family was supposed to bring a dessert to be auctioned but I sort of get the feeling everyone brought more than just one because there were a TON of desserts to bid on. I think the highest bid item was for a Lion House Carrot Cake which went for $75 and four caramel apples which I believe went for $60. It was kind of crazy how bad people wanted some of the desserts. Mark brought three plates of cookies which went for $30/each (give or take a few $$) and we ended up buying a Key Lime Pie (for $25), two loaves of Honey Bread (for $5) and this most adorable and very delicious Cow Cake ($25).
 
Somehow we also left with a gigantic bowl of Death by Chocolate and a mini Orange Creamsicle Cheesecake. I have yet to hear if it was a success, but I sort of have a feeling most of those girls aren't going to have to pay a whole lot of money to go to camp this year. And everyone that came had a good time. Thanks Trumbull YW--hope you have fun at camp this summer!
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Friday, May 23, 2008
As per tradition, we spent this morning up at the boys' school listening to them sing every patriotic song known to mankind. And as always, Mr. Noyes (that's Mr. Noise) had them singing their little hearts out. I've tried a million times to upload all of the boys' songs but some are just too big for Blogger to handle. So, I've had to shrink some down and they aren't necessarily the best quality but at least you get to see Hunter sing and I don't think I've seen anything quite so cute in a long time. And let me warn you before you start watching the videos, you may get vertigo from my videography. Me + a video camera + a baby = vertigo. There's just no way around it.
The Caissons Go Rolling Along
Fifty Nifty United States
My Country Tis of Thee
This Land is Your Land
Yankee Doodle
You're A Grand Ol' Flag
After all of the singing was done, there was a raffle for an electric guitar. Raffle tickets were awarded with each school CD that was sold. This year we bought five tickets and I guess it paid off cause look who won!
The guitar is almost bigger than Denver and just about as heavy. But dang were the boys excited and proud of themselves. I must say, there couldn't have been a more perfect ending to the morning. Happy Memorial Day!
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Thursday, May 22, 2008
Mark and I get all sorts of questions from strangers when we go out. The top three would probably be 1)Are they all yours? 2)Are you going to try for a girl? And 3)Don't you know what a TV is for? Okay, maybe number three isn't one of the top three questions but I have been asked that once or twice by complete strangers and yeah, I totally think it's rude. Anyway, probably the number one question we get from people who know us is: Is it getting any easier now that they are one? And the answer is absolutely, positively, definitely NOT! If anything, things are only getting worse. Here's just a random sampling.
Saturday Mark was busy all day long. All. Day. Long. So I was stuck with the job of entertaining the kids as usual. Lucky for me the boys' piano teacher (a die hard Zelda and gaming fanatic) came over to play Nintendo with the three big boys. So that really only left me with the three babies. So, I decided to take them up to the school's Spring Fair and try our hand at the sucker game. No skill is required in the sucker game. You just grab a tootsie roll pop and if it's red on the end, you win. And if you win you get to keep the sucker. I was pretty sure whoever was in charge would have mercy on me and let the three boys win, even if their suckers weren't red. I convinced Denver to join us since he's not really a Nintendo freak like his brothers. So the five of us headed up to the school, the three babies squashed into our little red wagon. As I had hoped, all three babies "won" a sucker and with them busily sucking away I was able to focus on Denver for a few minutes and let him try out a few of the other games, as well as the giant blow-up obstacle course. We finished just around noon and I could tell the babies were getting tired. But Denver and Caleb had to play at the playground for a few minutes so I gave in and set them free. While we were waiting for the two boys to finish running around, Jericho fell asleep. We also ran into our friend, Enid Sherpa who kindly shared a bunch of tickets with us so we could buy some popcorn to take home. Finally, I loaded Caleb and Justus back into the wagon and with Jericho asleep in my arms I pulled the wagon back up the hill to the Fair to buy some popcorn. We got stuck in a mild traffic jam and had to wait a few minutes for people to squeeze past us, before we could proceed to the popcorn stand. Upon our arrival I turned around to check on the babies and lo and behold, there was no longer a Justus in the wagon. I immediately freaked out, worried he might have fallen out and gotten trampled by the crowds. So I threw poor, sleeping Jericho back into the wagon with Caleb and ran off, shouting to the popcorn lady that I had lost a baby and I'd be right back. To make this long story short, after about five minutes of pure adrenalin and panic, I found Justus happily running up and down a nearby ramp of a mobile unit. He wasn't panicked. He wasn't worried or stressed or crying. He was rather quite enjoying himself and the fact that he had escaped the wagon without being caught and in such a great location too. Meanwhile I swear I aged another five years.
That was bad. Today was worse. We've had another rainy week. Not straight rain, but off and on rain all day long. All. Day. Long. As soon as you think it's safe to go outside to play. . . rain. Anyway, this morning it was sunny for long enough I figured it was okay to head out into the great outdoors. So I proceeded to put shoes and coats on the three babies. I had Caleb and Justus done and was in the middle of shoeing Jericho when I heard the kitchen safety gate crash down and the back door open wide. "Caleb, do not open that door yet!" I shouted. The door slammed shut and I immediately jumped up to make sure no one had escaped. Caleb was still there and I was pretty certain there hadn't been enough time for anyone else to sneak out. But where had Justus gone? So I'm searching all over the house for him and Caleb keeps saying "I have to go get him, Mommy" and finally I look out the window and there is Justus, walking down the street, with a giant rock in his hand, on his way (I'm pretty sure) to the lake where he can throw his hefty treasure. Arrgghhh!
That was just the beginning of the day. As soon as I had everyone loaded into the stroller, the rain started down. While I was ordering t-shirts for the boys' play in a few weeks, the twins were spitting/spraying grape juice all over the kitchen floor which I had just mopped this morning. And during piano lessons, Jericho and Justus did this to their faces:
And then there's the wee fact that chocolate and Weight Watchers do not go hand in hand which means when a day like today stumbles upon us (which is oh, just about daily) I'm forced to abandon my weight loss program because if I don't have my chocolate things get really, really, really ugly. Anyway, try as I may to think positive and tell myself things are going to get better, I don't really think they will. At least not for a really, really long time. Maybe in another 16-1/2 years or so. And by then, I'll probably be a grandmother. Either that or my kids will start moving home again. Someone really should have told me about this before I started having kids. I mean, how come no one told me how to use the TV until after I had six kids? Gosh!
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Monday, May 19, 2008
See all those beautiful, round, bald heads. Well, from now until the wind changes and we have cold weather again, you can rub one of those fuzzy little heads for twenty-five cents. Talk about a great deal. But be warned--the boys know how to count and add and they're not about to let you rub their heads without paying. And if you think you're gonna get a freebie off the babies, think again. Their mother also knows how to count and add. We've gotta start their mission funds early, ya know! Here's to a tick-free summer without having to worry about combs or spray gel or paying the barber.
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Saturday, May 17, 2008
I have to admit, I'm not always real good at getting the kids outside to play. The little boys, that is. Sometimes it's easier to plop them in front of the TV and get some of my work done. I know, I know--quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep, I'm rocking my babies and babies don't keep. But it's not even the nagging chores that make me do it. I like to play with them outside. Really, I do. It's just that getting socks and shoes and jackets on the three babies makes me want to go back to bed, it's that exhausting. Chasing them around the yard, lifting them in and out of the swings, hauling them up and down the slide, pushing them up and down the roller coaster, kissing the millions of boo-boos and then cleaning them all off after they've fallen in the mud a hundred times each and dripped popsicles all over themselves just about puts me in my grave. So sometimes, just thinking about loading them all into their shoes and coats is enough to convince me to stay inside and do something else.
Lucky for me, it was a rainy week and that means I don't have to feel so guilty about letting them watch TV all day. But since I thrive on feeling guilty, I did anyway. Weird, I know, but true. So yesterday, despite the yucky, rainy day I loaded up the babies in their swim shoes and raincoats, and off we went in search of some puddles. Denver was already home from school and we snagged Noah as he walked out of his classroom. We handed him some flip-flops, unzipped the bottom half of his pants and insisted he join us. Hunter was staying after school for Lego Robotics so he missed out on all the fun. It wasn't long before we found some puddles worthy of jumping in and the twins and Caleb caught on immediately.
 
We spent a good hour out there in the rain. By the time we got home we were all soaked through and freezing. But not so bad a pair of pajamas, some popcorn and a movie couldn't fix things. And this time when I hit play on the DVD player, I didn't feel so guilty. No, I didn't feel guilty until I started handing out the chocolate. But hey, what's a movie and popcorn without a little chocolate?
P.S. Justus is in the green raincoat. Play close attention to him in the pictures. He's pretty funny.
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Thursday, May 15, 2008
The bird over our front door hatched two beautiful, bouncing, baby birds about three weeks ago. If you paid enough attention while walking past our house, you could see their cute little heads peeking out over the top of the nest watching the world go by. One day as I was walking by I noticed the baby birds peeking out and then I noticed something even more interesting. . . Mrs. Bird was frantically building a second nest on the other corner of the door frame. That's strange, I thought. That can't possibly be Mrs. Bird. That must be another Mrs. who thinks Mrs. Bird has such a great location that she's gotta get her own nest built there.
Yesterday Denver and I decided to check out the new nest to see if we had any new eggs. This is what we found:
Yeah. . . five eggs. And the bad news is. That's not another Mrs. That's Mrs. Bird's second clutch of eggs. Her first clutch just flew away a few days ago. So, while she was already busy taking care of twins, she was busy laying quintuplets! And not only that, she was building an entire second house while in the process of producing five more babies. Maybe it's different for birds. If my twins went from infant to adult in three weeks, maybe I could handle having quintuplets. But still! Holy Bird! I gotta complain a lot less. And somebody needs to give Mrs. B a day off or something.
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Wednesday, May 14, 2008
So Noah had his first visit with the "Anxiety Psychologist" yesterday. Things went well. Noah had no problem opening up and sharing with "Dr. I" every single, little detail of Hunter's diabetes and epilepsy right down to the fact that the babysitter over Christmas didn't know how to push the "talk" button and Noah had to do everything for her. Dr. I established that I'm an irresponsible parent (since I don't educate babysitters before leaving my children and all) and that it's really no surprise Noah has anxiety and that he can't trust me to take care of Hunter properly, or Noah for that fact. I practically expect Child Protective Services to show up at my door any day now--things went that well. But at least we have smoke detectors in the house, something Dr. I doubted we had. But of course, we have the responsible parent to thank for that one. My self-esteem is at an all-time low--not that it was ever great in the first place--and I can hardly wait to go back next week.
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Monday, May 12, 2008
See those flowers? And see that cute little boy by my side? He won them for me for Mother's Day. How awesome is that? He entered a contest at the boys' dentist office and they chose him. The Dental Assistant that was taking care of Noah liked it so much she even brought it out to me in the waiting room. She said he spent a really long time trying to spell "seizure" and "pancakes." Ah, Noah--what a sweetheart and thanks! No one's given me flowers in a really long time.
 
 
I had a really great Mother's Day. As you can see, I received some really nice gifts. Denver's card (the one with the bathtub on it) came with a baggie of bath salts stapled to it. And Hunter made me a corsage out of felt. Denver also made me the cutest pen with a couple of flowers taped to it with florist tape and stuck it in a mini clay pot he'd decorated. And did I mention Noah won me flowers? Mark made me Yeasted Waffles and I even got to eat them in bed. Mark bought me P.S. I Love You (my new, all time favorite movie) and Caleb presented me with two brand-spankin-new nonstick skillets. I would have scanned them so you could see them but they wouldn't fit in the scanner.
I must say, being a mother is the hardest thing I've ever done in my whole entire life. Usually I want to quit it's so hard. But if I had the choice to change careers, I would choose to be a mother all over again. There's no place I'd rather be. I know that doesn't make any sense but it's the truth. I love my babies. They try me to the core. They make me want to pull my hair out and commit murder. But every night, as I think back through the day there's nothing that gives me more satisfaction, more joy, than my kids. I love you boys. Thanks for letting me try motherhood out on you.
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Thursday, May 08, 2008
This year's school CD arrived just a few weeks ago and Denver had his first solo--It's Raining, It's Pouring. He's the second solo on the song. Our little friend Faith Hoggan is the first solo. Of course, we're bursting with pride. Way to go, Denver!
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Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Really it started last night. See, a week ago Mark and I were debating whether or not we should join in on my family's version of Biggest Loser. I tried it before and besides being in a lot of pain from the weekly challenges I didn't lose a pound. It ended up being okay anyway because then I found out I was pregnant with the twins and it's not like you lose a whole lot of weight in that kind of situation. But family reunion is just around the bend, as is beach season, and we're all thinking it would be good to shed a pound or two. So Nate's fired up Biggest Loser again and I started thinking about my options. That's when I remembered Weight Watchers is having a promo where you get to try their program online for a week, free. I figured I'd try it and if it worked for me, then I'd join Biggest Loser too and really crush the competition.
Well. . . that was Tuesday. The only thing that got crushed then was my ego. Yeah, I'm allowed 23 points a day. After plugging in what I'd actually eaten that day I'm ashamed to admit I was busting fifty points. Actually, I quit counting at fifty. I know I ate much more than that. Anyway, that was the only time that week I actually got on Weight Watchers except for Wednesday morning to try again. I did great that day until the kids got home from school and things got crazy and some Peanut M&M's got the better of me. And then once all the kids went to bed and I was kicking back to watch some American Idol and I just had to have three bowls of Lucky Charms. At that point I guess I decided I wasn't near ready for Weight Watchers or Biggest Loser. What I did know was that I was eating way too much for a person my size and that something had to change but Weight Watchers and Biggest Loser were not going to help. So I made up my mind to cancel my subscription to WW before the week was through and they billed me.
The week ended Monday. For some silly reason I thought I had until Tuesday to cancel. No such luck. So here I am, all signed up for three months of WW and I'm pretty sure it's a big, giant waste of a bunch of money I don't have to waste. But good girl that I am, I decided last night that I might as well use the points tracker while I've got it and at least try to lose some weight. So this morning I had to take the boys to the grocery store to buy flowers and candy for their teachers. It's Staff Appreciation week. Anyway, chocolate is all on sale "buy one get one free" and who in their right mind can pass up an offer that good on chocolate? And then we pick up McDonald's for breakfast because we only have twenty minutes to eat and every once in awhile some hotcakes just really hit the spot with me. So the boys eat and we get them off to school and I check out Hotcakes with sausage on the point tracker and guess what? Three itty-bitty pancakes and one even smaller sausage patty with sugar-free syrup and a cup of skim milk costs me a whopping 14 points. Hello? What am I supposed to eat for the rest of the day? So I figure I'd better figure out what I'm going to eat and I plug dinner into my points tracker: one whole wheat tortilla with 3 ounces of taco meat, lettuce, tomato and 1 ounce of cheese finishes off my points for the day. Seriously, how am I supposed to live on three pancakes and a soft taco? What am I supposed to eat to calm my nerves during witching hour? And what's my reward when the kids are all in bed? And what incentive is there to get up in the morning if I don't have something yummy to lure me out of the covers? I mean if I'm going to be completely honest, if I don't have food to get me through the day, I'm not sure I'll get through the day. It's that bad. Taking care of three babies all day and then having three grumpy kids come home after I'm already exhausted by the three babies is bad enough. Add to that no free time, no breaks, no vacation, no paycheck, and a bunch of dirty work to do (laundry, dishes and dirty toilets to name a few), I don't know how any stay-at-home mom survives without a bunch of carbs encouraging her along.
Anyway, I decided if I exercised I'd get myself an extra five points. So I did, only as soon as I fired up Gin Miller, the twins attacked my legs and Caleb attacked the twins. It was a workout just trying to keep the babies off my step. Then Denver's playdate came over and practically the first thing out of his mouth was "Your house is messy" to which I wanted to say, "Watch yourself only child. I haven't had any chocolate today and it's not looking like I'm going to get any anytime soon!" Then our brand new phone fell in the sink full of water and Caleb refused to take his nap with the other babies and I'm really feeling like a drug addict in withdrawal at this point. I totally lack any self-control.
So I've given in and had myself a Healthy Options lunch from the freezer. It's gonna cost me an extra six points I don't really have but I've decided if I'm really going to succeed at this weight loss thing I'm going to have to ease myself into it. So maybe I'll try and reduce my fifty points a day to 35 points this week. And then try 30 next week. And maybe 25 the next. And 23 the next. And if I exercise every day, I should at least see some results, right?
That said, here's what we've had for dinner the past few nights.
Sunday: Meatloaf, Funeral Potatoes, Green Beans and Chocolate Espresso Cake (which the recipe is on Food Network for a limited time so don't delay writing it down if you want it, but just so you know, it wasn't so good.)
Monday:Chicken Salad Contessa (you might want to half the salt on this recipe), Barefoot Carrot Salad and Cheddar Dill Scones. All of these recipes are limited time recipes on Food Network so again, don't delay. The Chicken Salad was really good but too salty and the Carrot Salad was fantastic. For FHE treat we had Homemade Oreos.
Tuesday: Kielbasa with Peppers and Onions--just add a little olive oil in a non-stick skillet and cook through--yum! And we had more Quadruple Berry Salad because we had leftover berries we needed to use up and Fresh Pineapple. After Monday night's dinner, I needed an easy one. If you need to bulk up this meal, add rice or throw some potatoes in with the Kielbasa.
Wednesday:Taco Salad/Soft Tacos--my taco meat is just ground beef with a packet of taco seasoning--and Sugar Free Jello Jigglers.
Clearly we eat fancier some nights than others. I am human afterall.
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Saturday, May 03, 2008
One of the reasons I love blogging is because it connects me to a world of other mothers who are struggling just the same as me to survive, one day at a time. Before blogging ever became a real thing, Mark and I were trying to set up a website where I could post all the things I discovered day by day that I thought, made mothering (and running a household) a little bit easier. I wanted to post everything from great places to visit with your kids to kid-friendly recipes, good children's books, fabulous toys and easy crafts to do with your kids. I know there are a million websites out there with the exact same stuff, but because I struggled so much as a first time mommy, I wanted to give back, to share the things that had helped me survive. And over the past several years of blogging, that's exactly what I've tried to do.
Anyway, I just spent several hours in the kitchen this fine Saturday afternoon, cooking. Yup, just cooking. Everything from Chocolate Espresso Cheesecake to Funeral Potatoes, Roasted Chicken, Meatloaf and Tacos. Why? Because I think spending two hours cooking five meals and cleaning up the kitchen once is better than spending an hour every day cooking and cleaning up the kitchen five times. It just makes sense. Do I do it all the time? No. Like once every six months. But I like the idea of it. Anyway, as I was cooking meal after meal for the next week I had this really great idea. What if, for the next week, we all posted what we're having for dinner on our blogs complete with what side dishes we're serving and the recipes for making them all? Say if just eight of us posted this next week's menu--that would be two months' worth of meal plans. That's two months of not having to figure out what's for dinner. There's nothing I hate more than trying to figure out what to cook and we all get tired of the same recipes week after week. So why not help each other out?
Anyway, so how about it? All in favor--post a comment with your blog address and then for the next five to seven days somewhere on your blog, post what you're cooking and the recipes too. Or, you can always post the recipes on Hey Mikey Likey (my family's online recipe book) and just link to them from your blog. That way you'll always have them handy, whether you're at home or away. Here's hoping it works and we all end up spending less time planning what's for dinner and more time playing with our kids (or putting our feet up--whichever you need more of course!) And just to get us all started, here's my first meal of the week:
Butter-n-Herb Chicken with Asparagus (no recipe, just steam in the microwave), Quadruple Berry Salad (strawberries, blueberries, raspberries and blackberries, sweetened with a little sugar and topped with whipped cream if you like) and Glazed Blueberry Biscuits.
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Friday, May 02, 2008
This is pretty much how every night goes around here:
8:00pm--We throw the twins in bed and they actually lay down and go to sleep.
9:00pm--Hunter, Noah and Denver are finally down for the count.
9:30pm--Caleb and I are out cold on the couch.
10:00pm--Mark carries Caleb up to bed and tries, in vain, to wake me up.
12:00am--I finally have enough strength to remove myself from the couch and fall into bed. Mark usually joins me at this point.
1:00am--Noah wanders downstairs with his flashlight and makes himself at home in the sleeping bag on the floor, just to my right. He's always very quiet about it but there's something about the flashlight blaring in my eyes that wakes me up.
2:00am--Caleb comes thundering down the stairs, climbs into bed, usually body slams either my head or my chest, snuggles down into the covers sidled right up beside me and falls right back to sleep. Usually at this point, I'm so awake I have to pee and sometimes I have to watch TV for an hour to fall back to sleep.
3:00am--I finally fall back to sleep.
4:00am--I wake up to find Denver tap-tap-tapping at my toes until I sit up and ask him what he wants, even though I already know. "Can I watch TV?" It's either that or he's had a bad dream, which isn't really true, it's just what he hear's Noah say and it sounds like a good excuse to him for waking me up for the millionth time that night. There's no more room in the inn, so I take him back upstairs, turn on a CD, go potty again, get a drink, take my multivitamin that I didn't take before I fell asleep on the couch, and get back in bed.
5:30am--My back is hurting so bad at this point, because of Mr. Snuggles to the left of me, that I can hardly sleep. I desperately want to sleep in so I toss and turn for the next half an hour until I can no longer stand the pain.
6:00am--Up and at 'em Soldier! Since I can't sleep I get up and plow into the day. Dishes. Check. Laundry. Check. Exercise. Check. And the day has begun.
I know, I should work on my kids' sleep habits. But Noah has his own issues. If he wants to sleep on the floor next to me and that makes him feel safe, well then, he can. And if Caleb needs a few extra snuggles through the night, then he'll get them. If Denver needs help with a CD and tucked in twice each night, so-be-it. I don't feel sleep-deprived and I actually get a whole lot more done by getting up at 6:00am than I'd ever get done if I slept in. I suppose the only thing that really suffers is our Netflix account. We don't watch so many movies around here anymore. We're all too tired.
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