We are home, they are smiley and playful when they're not crying and climbing me like a tree to be held Every. Single. Moment. Of. The. Day. This morning I banned everyone under the age of five from the sofa for 30 minutes... the I ran right over and sat on it with my feet pulled up off the floor. Amazingly enough, it worked until someone fell over and bonked their noggin. As I climbed off "Mommy's Island" and back into the shark tank, I got tackle hugged by Jack, rescued Cooper from his boo-boo and had Carter screaming to be picked up because he saw me touching the other two boys. *sigh*
Here are some photos of their cuter moments....
Couldn't you just eat him alive?
Cooper helping weed the flower beds... he volunteered, I swear!
Jack showing me the clover he's eating... thanks baby!
Don't let my tired sarcasm fool you... it's been pretty good thus far. There have been some moments that made me want to just cry with joy and others that made me just want to cry. Lance keeps going to bed really early... I think he's hiding! Everybody slept through the night last night, we're consistently getting all three in bed by 8 pm, and this morning they slept until about 6:15. I think everyone's body clocks are finally starting to adjust to the time change. They little ones nap for over three hours every day... I have to wake them up to make sure they'll get to bed!
I'm hoping that God gave me good sleepers to balance out all the crying. Someone please tell me that it gets better... it does, doesn't it? Somehow two crying is so much harder to deal with than one. It's that feeling that somebody is getting shortchanged, you know?
I'm heading to bed. Have I told you lately how much I LOVE my bed?