I added our new selfie stick to this week’s Saturday morning pile-on, and captured this accurate depiction of motherhood at this stage of my life.
In other news, since Germans don’t do closets, we converted the smallest bedroom (which is right next to our bedroom) into “die Ankleide” or dressing room.
Martin just installed the last bit of shelving this evening. Ohhhh, I’m so excited to hang up all my clothes again!!!
That didn’t take long, did it?
Junior is now upwardly mobile. I was in our bedroom when I heard a commotion outside the door.
“Quick, Mom! Grab the camera!”
Nobody ever needs to repeat that in our house, although I did notice I was instructed to grab THE CAMERA, and not THE PHONE. That was my tip off that something really important was happening out in the hallway requiring high-res, quality documentation.
We painted another room yesterday, and found these horses behind the heater. We are the third owners of this home. I’m fairly certain this wallpaper was put there by the original owners — the family that actually built the house — as the rest of it was covered by purple paint. Continue reading
As a working mama-to-be, I ordered this book in 2003 to read to my first baby. It became a part of our nightly ritual for years. I recorded myself reading it for my oldest to watch whenever I was away. Martin read it to her, too. We all had it memorized. And then I “counted the cars…” and pointed out stars to the Middles as they grew.
Martin snapped this photo of the baby sharing his paci with me during breakfast this morning.
That, or the baby is blocking my morning breath.
He’s not quite 5 months old yet, but my mother let me know this evening that his 9-month clothing is getting a little snug, and she’s going to send me some 12-month outfits when she goes back to the States. Continue reading
These days, it is ALL ABOUT tactile learning through touch. When I have him in my arms, he goes straight for my mouth. Sometimes I bite, but mostly I sing, over-enunciating some Eurythmics lyrics or humming along with Enya. Continue reading
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.
He’s long, and getting chunky, and though he’s not even 4 months yet, he fits in some of our leftover 6-9 month clothes. He’s also such a happy baby. We lucked out.
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
This kid just notified me that he’s got a loose tooth.
His first one.
I confirmed that yes, his bottom tooth, right in front, is very loose.