So life with three kids. You guys keep asking me to talk about that, so I figured, why not dust off the old blog and get to typing?
Well. Let me just start off by saying that FORD IS AMAZING. I feel like he is the baby that my soul didn’t even know it needed so much until he was here. I am so enamored with him, it’s probably not natural. The child can do no wrong. Maybe that’s because his big brothers are hellbent on doing nothing BUT wrong nowadays?? Who knows!
Trevor and I have both said that hardest thing about having three kids is dealing with the older two- same as it was before Ford was here! Knox and Brody are wild men. Their energy levels are astounding, and their appetites are insatiable. We never have any food in our house because they are like tiny black holes in my pantry. I say “get out of the refrigerator!” 47 times a day AT MINIMUM. Knox ate two boxes of yogurt tubes this week. How the child didn’t have explosive diarrhea, I’ll never know. Maybe the entire bunch of bananas he consumed in three days evened that out? Brody’s tag line is “I need something out of the pantry.” I feel like his theme music should be the song from the McDonald’s commercials. “Mom. I need some Donald’s french fries.” Don’t we all, Brody? Don’t we all? Thankfully, since his tonsillectomy, he sleeps so much better and no longer snores! Hallelujah!
Don’t they just look like trouble? They dressed themselves. Bless.
Sweet Ford is five months old, and he really is just that: sweet. He’s happy, always smiling and talking and loves people. He needs to be held and talked to all the time, and we are more than happy to do it. He is such a joyful little thing. He co-sleeps with me and sometimes wakes us once or twice to nurse then goes immediately back to sleep. He has slept through the night for the past month or two, which, let me just say: I never knew how glorious babies can be if you actually sleep. This is new territory for me. I’d seriously have five more babies if they were all like Ford. He’s a mama’s boy for sure, but I think all nursing babies probably are. Speaking of, he’s a chunk and weighs about 18 pounds and wears size 9 or 12 months. Big boy! Trevor started talking about Ford’s future bedroom, and I started to have heart palpitations. This baby is staying in our room forever. The end (Not really, but at least for now, that’s my stance).
Oh, and we did a dumb, dumb thing:
Meet Carly. Our Labradoodle daughter. At least we called her that for the first day we had her until she started peeing all over the house. Now she’s back to being our dog. She is as cute as a button, but man alive, her bladder must be dime-sized because she pees CONSTANTLY. Literally, every 20 minutes this dog pops a squat and makes me insane. We’ve rolled up all of our rugs, so thank goodness for hardwood (laminate) floors!! Our children exhaust her. I have to move her to the bathroom for a nap a few times a day or this happens:
She just goes to sleep anywhere. She’s not dumb, though. When she’s had enough she goes under the couch where they can’t reach her and passes out.! Aside from the rampant urine situation, she is a great little puppy. We’ve had her for less than a week, but she has never shown any sort of nervousness or anxiety- she walked right in like she had lived here forever. The breeder had EIGHT children (yes, God bless them), so these puppies were very well acquainted with children. AND LOOK:
Every boy loves her. I think she’s going to be a great dog when she grows up. Hopefully she will be potty trained soon- she’s really too little to be crate trained at only seven weeks old, at least for more than about an hour at a time, so we will stick to taking her out every 30 minutes until she has some more bladder control!
So I think that’s enough for now. I’ll come back soon and talk about my kids and dog more. I know you’re on the edge of your seat. Smooches.