I decided the other day, while cooking dinner, that if I were to start a new blog it would be called "Spit up in my shoe". Because that's how my life seems to be these days. (Joel had just spit up in my shoe while I was holding him and I was getting dinner together. How did it make it inside my Toms while I was wearing them? I have no idea.) I wouldn't trade my life for the world, and I'm not complaining. But there have been days since Joel's been home where I've had to make the choice to laugh. Because what else can you do? Three kids has kept me busy, but I finally feel like we're finding our new normal. I'm actually showering AND putting on makeup in the same day. Most days (recently) I don't have to make the choice for either/or.
Joel loves to hang out. People comment that he's a pretty mellow baby. Someone in my family asked me the other day "does he ever cry?" Yes. Yes, he does. He obviously likes to show off for others though :) But, really. He's a pretty good baby. And if you're one of those people that's annoyed by babies that sleep then don't read the rest of this paragraph. Joel is down to waking up only once a night. And last night slept from 9:30 to 5:50. (I'll fully admit to him being fussy after about 5:00 though. He whines off and on and eats fairly often from 5 to 9:30.) He's not quite two months old. I feel like that's pretty good, right? But what do I know. He's our first infant.
There's something about that tiny little hand wrapped around my finger that makes my heart melt and turns it all to mush.
Joel baby is smiling more and more these days. It's so fun to see him grow and change.
He mostly smiles for his dad.
How in the world did I end up with two daddy's boys? I don't know. But I did.
Sweet Ruthie Mek has moved from tolerating Joel to actually loving him.
Although Joel doesn't look super comfortable here, I can't help but love that Ruthie is not only holding him on her lap - but also holding his hand.
Ruthie loves to swing "all day" lately. Last night when we were praying, she asked me to pray for her swing. I love pictures of her that aren't posed. That's the only time you get to see her true beautiful smile. She's so cute I could eat her up.
And if I had just said that to Ruthie, she'd look at me and smile really big and ask "On a cracker?"
Yes. Eat you up on a cracker. Sweet thing.
And how cute is she in that stripey swimsuit? Pretty dang cute. But she's pretty dang cute no matter what.
Eli continues to take his role as big brother very seriously. He loves Joel. He was carrying him the other day and started screaming "ouuuuch! Joel's pinching me! But I'm not going to get mad at him because he doesn't know what he's doing. He's just a baby."
This picture. This sort of thing is a regular occurrence. Eli loves to be wherever Joel is. I have lots of pictures of the two of them snuggled up. And Eli tells me on almost a daily basis that he can't wait for Joel to turn a year old so they can share a room.
I can't believe I get to be Eli's mommy. He brings me so much joy. I tear up often when I look at him.
I know he can talk your ear off, and I affectionately refer to him as the Hall Monitor because he doesn't let anyone get away with anything. Ever. He's a pretty major rule follower. (Unless his cousin Sarah babysits him. Or unless you tell him he can't talk for a little bit. Then he explodes with words.) But there's something about the one that makes you a mommy for the first time. I love all of my kids (obviously). But I love them all for different reasons. This kid took a chunk of my heart first.
Eli and Ruthie eating their after school snack while hanging out with Joel in his room.
This is one of my favorite views I've ever had. All getting along. No TV on. (I have turned into my mother. I hate when the tv is on these days. It used to drive me crazy when she'd walk in and tell us to turn off the tv, buuuut. Here I am. Doing the same thing.) Three kids just peacefully snacking and chatting.
And here's my sweet little family of five on Mother's Day.
They gave me this lisa leonard designs necklace with the kids names on it. I love it so much. It's exactly what I wanted. How did they know? Oh. I bought it for myself and gave it to Ben a few weeks before Mother's Day. Ben's a great gift giver and totally would have bought it for me, but why not just purchase it myself while I'm looking? I'm glad I don't have a husband offended by that sort of thing. Ben spoils me all year round. Like brings me home a new dress on a random day - and it makes me so happy that I feel like I've won the lottery. So really. The pressure is off for all these holidays.
Ruthie made a bag with her handprints on it, and filled out a little questionnaire at school for Mother's Day for me.
My Mommy's favorite thing to do: Play with my kitty cat toys with me
My Mommy's favorite food: Pizza
My Mommy always says: it's ready, let's go!
What I love most about my Mommy? that she plays with me
My Mommy is four years old.
And Eli brought this home from school for me.
I love the cheesey cuteness of this.
I love being a mom. I love my kids. And if that means I sometimes have spit up in my shoe, then I'm more than ok with that.