I failed at blogging every day of the rest of April, didn’t I? I’ve just been busy. And mostly, I can’t blog well when I have kids around me every single second of every day.
Trying to write anything is impossible with all that noise.
Right now Ember is watching Dora and Everett is taking a nap so I’m using my free time to blog instead of wash dishes! I will regret it later when I have to find other free time (free time meaning when I’m not holding Everett) to wash those dishes!
We visit the park sometimes. I don’t usually take pictures because the local park overwhelms me. It’s always super busy and it’s enough work just keeping an eye on the five kids, taking pictures is too much to add to that!
(Ember had just woken up, she wasn’t grumpy!)
Everett got really cranky recently. He’s fine if I’m holding him but is not content in his bouncy chair or bumbo or laying on the ground or anywhere else.
(This is the first time I wore him on my back! And see him pulling my hair? Yeah, lots of that these days!)
The kids “helped” me make dessert one night. We had to make two versions (one gluten free) so it seemed like it took forever. It was fun, though. If you take away the whining and fighting. And extra mess.
The next day I met up with Allan at the DMV. Or wherever that was… to register our cars. I think? I don’t remember the details, I just remember I was really late because Allan forgot to call me and tell me what time to meet him. Instead he called me as he was driving there and said to meet him. Getting three kids ready and out the door in less than 15 minutes is absolutely 100% impossible for me. So I was 15 minutes late. And then I didn’t even need to be there at all! haha
Everett’s favorite time of day to scream his head off is while I cook dinner. From 4pm until bedtime he’d like to be held nonstop. It’s frustrating. I wish Allan didn’t go home so late and could help me by holding him while I cook. But that would be too easy, huh? So instead I have to make dinner with a baby on my hip. Sometimes I try to put him in one of the five carriers I have. But he doesn’t like being worn so he just cries in the carrier, too. I try to get the kids to entertain him or hold him but at that time of day there’s only one person he wants. Me.
There was a four pack of small canvases on clearance at the craft store. I bought them for Sierra to paint some pictures for her wall. I forgot to take a picture of them on her wall, though. I’ll have to do that sometime, they’re cute.
Allan needed the sequoia one day so I was stuck having to use the corolla for an errand. The three littlest kids were squished back there together. They loved that, though! Especially Everett! He was loving being close to Payson!
Allan wanted me outside with him while he worked on his boat. I put Everett in the ergo for that. As long as I’m walking around Everett’s okay in a carrier. The second I stop he’s squirming and crying.
My back was killing me from holding Everett all day. I set him in the front seat of the car while standing there talking with Allan. I buckled him in to be funny. I’m a mom, things like this amuse me greatly, what can I say?
I took the kids on a walk around our neighborhood. There’s a big hill a few blocks away. We were going down the hill. Payson was on his scooter. He kept going pretty fast, I told him to go slower. Near the end of the hill he gets on his scooter and starts pushing his foot against the sidewalk super fast. I was like WTH, kid?! So I told him to STOP and go slower, better yet don’t ride your scooter down the rest of…
And that’s when he went flying.
I pushed the double stroller home (including having to go back up that hill) while carrying his scooter in one hand, with him walking scream-crying at my side and Brooke whining from behind me on her bike, “I don’t want to go home and wait for you to give him a bandaid. I’m going to just go. I’ll keep going and you can catch up to me…” etc.
I cleaned him and bandaged him up. It’s funny how once my kids get bandaids on they feel totally healed. They can be screaming their hearts out beforehand but a bandaid goes on and BOOM, healed.
And that night was just another usual, cook-with-the-baby night 😛
Can you believe I have like a hundred more pictures? I should blog more regularly!