Four and Two

This is a big week in our house.

Four years ago this week The Princess joined our brood.

Then, two years and two days later, The Munchkin was born.

(Apparently, The Munchkin doesn’t smile for the camera very often – I couldn’t find any recent pictures of her with a smile on her face!)

To tell their birth stories is simple – they were almost identical. We did both these girls unassisted. My water broke after dinner, I put the little ones to bed (the older kids got to stay up for the birth), climbed in the bath tub, labored for about 3 1/2 hours, and gave birth to a baby girl just before midnight. Their births were so similar, in fact, that after the Munchkin was born, The Bookworm said, “That was like we had [The Princess] all over again!”

Four and two. It is so amazing how fast this is going.

How I love these girlies! 🙂

I’m Not Really Back…

..But I thought I would check in.

Insomnia rears it’s ugly head and I lay in bed thinking of all the things I could say in a little blog post. Things like, “It’s been 48 hours since I last threw up!” or “Gee, I haven’t knit a stitch in 6 weeks!” You know, really fascinating things that will keep the reader riveted. I do miss blogging, though. So, interesting or not, here is a little peek into my life.

Pregnancy and I have never gotten along very well and it really is a shame. I want lots and lots of kids, but I don’t know if I am willing to ever repeat the last few weeks of my life. This is my sixth time down this long road, and I think it got harder. For a while, there, the Man was getting really worried and he started threatening to take me to the emergency room. (That was when I went for three days without peeing, but I lived.) Hyperemesis Gravidarum is the name for it. I call it hell on earth. (See why I haven’t blogged in a while. This is all I have to talk about.)

Bright side of things – I am surrounded by wonderful friends who bring dinners and take my kids for playdates. I have awesome family who also cooks, cleans and pitches in where needed. I am married to the most fabulous man on the planet who, after long hours working, comes home to piles of laundry and long grocery lists. My kids are the most amazing, though! The six year old gets the baby up every morning, feeds her, changes her diaper and gets her dressed. The ten year old cooks and cleans and changes dirty diapers. The boy carries in wood and cleans out the fire place and keeps the fire going so we don’t freeze. And everyone smiles while they do my work. Everyone is excited that we have  a baby on the way, no matter how it inconveniences them. Wow. What a blessing.

So, my days have been filled with ceiling gazing and toilet hugging. Not very exciting, but there it is. It is slowly getting better. I am keeping more food down and pitching in a little with household things. I hope to be up and running by Christmas.

For today, I have the Boy to think about. Eight years ago today, I got my one and only son. There is a party planned for Saturday, for which I am heavily relying on my moms help to throw. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Until I get another burst of wordy energy -TTFN.

One Year

One year. That is how long we have had her. Twelve months. I can’t remember what life was like without her. Fifty two weeks. It really doesn’t seem like a long time. But three hundred sixty five days ago she was a helpless newborn and now she is a fully mobile crumb cruncher.

Chloe Joy. It means “blooming”. A joyous blooming flower. I thank God for every single minute that I have her.

Happy First Birthday, Chloe. I love you!

Monkey Party!

Today we celebrated my little girl’s third birthday. She wanted a “monkey party”, so that is what she got.

I draped monkeys anywhere a monkey could be draped.

We fed the hungry monkey banana bean bags.

We painted ceramic monkeys.

We ate “monkey food” in lieu of birthday cake. (Nilla wafer banana pudding)

Happy Birthday, Little Monkey! I love you!

Now, slow down! You are growing up waay to fast.