I need to stop cussing. John really needs to stop cussing. I don’t say it often but when I do, it is necessary. John, not so much… But we have a little repeater among us. Yikes. I got busted a few days ago and again today. ooops… SO the title of this post will be my new ’emotional’ words….rather than s&%^. Promise, Nana.
We have a week of a working Mom with 2 kids under our belt. Wow, Not an easy task…and I don’t even have it super hard yet. Nana has been a God send in terms of watching Mateo and giving me a text and pic every once in a while… I promised her I would try to have her baby free by 6pm every day. I realize that John drops off M around 930 or 10…so it’s not like she has him ALL day..but she does hold and snuggle him all day…so I realize the arms might get tired. But if you see Nana at Target and she is busting out of her shirts due to her huge biceps, then you will know why.
Getting to Mom’s by 6 after picking up Luca at daycare has been a challenge. I really would love it if J worked an 8-5 job and we could divide and conquer. But alas, it’s not. And I do love John having Fridays off so he and L and M can have man days. So now it’s just managing my time so I can bolt out the door at 5. Which shockingly, I want to do. Before M, I knew I could use my in-laws to watch L or keep him overnight if something came up. Now? Work is still totally important…but not like before. Which is ok by me.
The most shocking thing was how fast our time goes once we get home. Seriously, home by 6 or 630, unload screaming infant. coax L into the house (due to him being obsessed with outside), make dinner (stop laughing….using the oven = making dinner), and baths, books and bed…and it’s already 830. Where did the time go? Even M is down at 830. Granted he’s up at midnight or so, but still.
Now that we are on the gym routine, I can’t even snuggle with them in the a.m. Not fun at all. But quality vs quantity. Either way, I will take what I can get.
M is doing so great. He is jamming his fingers in his mouth constantly and making the sweeeetest slurping sounds (I’m being sarcastic about the sounds). 🙂 He is smiling, cooing and laughing at everything that catches his eye. He even laughed at his big brother right after big brother shoved a giant talking ‘Buzz’ doll very near his noggin. Sheesh.
Luca is growing up so fast. He talks so much and almost everything I understand. Now to other people, he isn’t so understandable…but don’t worry, he will speak louder to you..like you should be a recipient for Miracle Ear. He knows his name (‘ucas). He give you commands while you are driving (watch out mom…ca-ful mom). He wants to do everything ‘meself’. EVERYTHING is ‘mine’….fire trucks, trains, cereal, forks, you name it. And his favorite person next to ‘buzz’ is his daddy. Oh and don’t forget ‘wigerwy’ (wrigley). Toy Story 3 was his first actual theatre movie. He did really well, sat for almost an hour, then he had to go walk around with J. I do think the box of Skittles the size of his head made the movie thing easier to swallow. I have pics to post in a bit.
*Funny story* then I will stop talking. So we have been doing prayers at night (there was an earlier post on this) and at the end I prompt L by saying ‘A’.. and he finishes with a big grin and says ‘men’. The chubby folded hands still kill me. Anywho, we were at the store talking about what color the fruit was. I was showing him an apple and said ‘Can you say apple? Apple starts with A…” and he gets excited, folds his hands together and screamed ‘MEN’! Nice.
Off to jam in 8,456 loads of laundry and crack open the work laptop for a bit.