Background Noise

Martin and I were out of town this weekend for our marketing class. As soon as we got home last night, I made a beeline for the kids. I gotta get in their faces and hug and love on them, but the older three only tolerate about ten seconds of it.

This one, though, is all about the face smooshes. He even leans in for them now. And? He smells better than his siblings, too.  Continue reading

Little Alarm Clock

Setting my weekday alarm clock for anything later than 5:30 a.m. is absolutely an example of relentless optimism that I may, indeed, need to be roused from a deep and restful sleep. Ha! As if I really need the help getting up so early! Thanks to the baby and these three earlybirds who can’t wait to get to school, I really don’t need the alarm. Continue reading

A New Look

Ah, the changes motherhood makes on a body! For weeks, my hair has been falling out by the fistful. A common postpartum occurrance, but it’s also made worse by the temporary birth control I’m using for the next few months.

Oh, you didn’t know that hair loss is a known side effect of the depo shot? Oh, yes. It is. You can visit my bedroom and bathroom for evidence, if you want. It’s an alarming thing, lathering your hair in the shower and feeling your hair just slide off your scalp into your hands. I was aware of that side effect as much as one can be as they skim the list of side effects when deciding whether or not to take a medication. Continue reading

Balance

He’s completely out of newborn sizes, and check out that head balance!!!

Meanwhile, my oldest came in and yelled at me because I allowed The Middles to eat birthday cake for breakfast. Dang, they grow up so fast!

Check-Up

I was at my post-delivery check-up earlier today. I wasn’t asked to “fill the cup” so no competition, no race to prove Americans *can* be more efficient than zee Germans.

All the gossip mags were in German, natürlich, and I didn’t recognize any of the celebrities.

I was bored, although I should have probably come up with a good story as to how that final surgical wire disappeared.

Fortunately, I got the “all clear” to start resuming a fitness routine. Everything is healing up nicely, and I’m a healthy mama. What more could I ask for? (Sleep. I could ask for more sleep!)