7 + 2 + newborn = crazy town.

I found this post in my drafts, and I wondered why I never published it. Maybe I didn't want to come across ungrateful, or that I didn't have it all together. I look back on those first few months of having 3 children, and can't believe we made it. It was hard, like really hard for me. It makes me smile to see how far we have come in such a short time. I can go in public with all my kids, and not feel the anxiety come on.

When the kids are all in bed, Paul and I talk about how Sabrina can't be our last when we can make such cute babies. I was the girl that thought I might not get to have one baby of my own. Paul was the boy that didn't want any kids. :)

Even if it is crazy town over here, I love having a car full of kids {and secretly would love a mini van}.

 

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July 2012

Even though I feel like we weren't cut out for having kids 2 years apart, here we are. Sometimes we find ourselves laughing, because it is just that entertaining.

In the middle of the night I was sitting in the rocking chair with Devin in my right arm, Sabrina in my left, and I cried. Mostly because I am so tired, but a small part of me is feeling like I am failing. It is so early in the game to think that, but it is the truth. How am I ever going to give these two babies of mine the attention they both deserve?

I don't complain about the cost of having two in diapers, but I do feel like I am always changing one. Paul even decided he would be in charge of all of Devin's poop-e diapers, if I would take care of Sabrina's. We easily change 20+ diapers a day, oh yes...super fun stuff. 

I feel like the only conversations I have consist of how well kids slept, how many times babies have pooped, and when the last time little people were fed. Absolutely thrilling, right? Don't bother trying to have a deep conversation with me, I am too tired...and most likely won't be able to follow along.

Going out alone with all 3 kids is scary for me. The getting in and out of the car safely is a joke. Devin hasn't figured out that cars are dangerous, and has decided he doesn't like the help of his older sister. I am sure I will figure this out sooner or later, but taking 2 kids in public is like a cake walk now. Funny how that happens.

I am sure that it will all get easier, actually I know it will. I try to tell myself that I can do hard things, and that I need to live in the moment. One thing I know for sure is, I am glad that I am not doing this alone, Paul always comes to the rescue when I need it.