Since I am going back to blogging in a fierce way, I think I will let you all in on a little secret of mine. I <3 arts and crafts. I'm not really good at following directions or making things look perfect, but I do love to procrastinate creatively. Unfortunately there will never be a tutorial situation going on, but I think if I do a little craft from now on I will let you in on whatidowhenishouldbecleaningthekitchen.
Davy has been begging for a Catechesis of the Good Shepherd style Good Shepherd my lovely sister had to go and make her 2 year old a really cute good shepherd and sheep material. So here is what we came up with today in between potty accidents and fun with some wood and paint from around this crazy place.
Davy painted the sheep and fence posts and I finished up the gluing this evening. I hope she likes it and doesn't destruct it tomorrow morning before mass. I'll let you know.
I had a baby! yay for Cosette Regina. And I had her 4(!) weeks ago! woah.
Cosette Regina was born May 25th at 1:39PM and weighed 6lbs. 5oz and was 19 inches long.
Sorry for not saying something sooner. I have been wishing and hoping and praying that I would find my camera battery charger which went missing approx. 2.5 months ago, pre-bedrest, and have been milking this excuse for not blogging for far too long to alarm the world of her arrival and of my annoying bedrest behavior and personality.
In my vanity, I was really hoping for an adorable baby girl donning bow pic, but alas I have nothing for you...except an extremely bruised little girl face from my brother in law, which I may or may not post.
I will come through soon with something cute-ish. maybe.
And also I may tell the very very interesting and graphic details of my little sweet's birth. But I also might not. It could be a surprise.
heyyyyy I forgot about photobooth.
Ummm no more steroids for my body. Ever. ever. EVER. I hate them and they hate me and they wreck me in the worst ways. And I'm not talking about the fattiness. Which is obvious and was kind of the point this time. The worst part, besides the incessant pre-term laboring and horrific contractions for 6 weeks, was they robbed me of my very brain and personality and just sucked the life out of me. And I had 99 out of the 100 possible side effects.
I am feeling a lot a lot a lot better now and my brain is coming back slowly and wearily. So bear with me.
Davy is at VBS. That's Vacation Bible School, for you heathens. ;) I love her so very freaking much. But boy oh boy is she high energy.And by high energy, I mean destructive. In a few short weeks, we have a completely crayoned bedroom, a glitterized basement, and a house with chunks of deodorant in random places. She is also awesome and a trip and makes me want to be 4 years old and her best friend. But how can I miss her if she won't go away? jk. It's just an old family saying.
Somebody fell off the Potty Train. And her name is Gianna. She was so so so potty trained pre-bedrest and now she is so not. She pooped on the kitchen floor 10 minutes ago. not. fair.
She also just passed out partly on top of me, wearing only in princess underwear and piggy-tales. She is so precious and ireallyhopeshedoesntpeeonme. A new baby has brought out some adorableness in Gianna and some expected alarm. Last night as dinner was wrapping up, she was dangling from the moses basket in its stand, with poor baby Cosette inside. Thankfully their lives were saved just in time by a very slow recovering mother.
5x10=my mom. The steroids rendered me incapable of such fun. And now I can do simple math in my head. It's exciting. Guess what else is exciting? My mom is 50 today. And she is still hot. And I bought her a baking dish. Nothing says 50 like a white baking dish. And I can't wait to party with you mom. Like with a coffee and a walk. Maybe in a few weeks. Par-tay.
I have 3 kids now. I have forgotten a few times. Which is why it is imperative for mothers to have either
a) ample sleep
Obviously the former is not going to happen so the latter is completely necessary for everyone's survival. I hope you are reading this Anne.
I. am. so tired. And I hope you are reading this husband.
Since this is my favorite number, I want to say something fun. blogging is fun. being a mom is fun. tune back in each Friday for some fun mom blogging and hopefully in between too. gg someone may or may not have thrown up on me.
Taking motherhood seriously. One bon bon at a time. We have no tv and I can't drink alcohol. ohgeez. But I do have three kids 4 years and under. After dabbling in stayathomemomness for a few years, I am now confidently forging an honest to goodness profession. It's quite serious. Let's be friends.