On Wednesday Robey had Kindergarten fun day. Pirates were the theme, so he walked the plank, wore a hat, made binoculars and so on. He also came home with a bag of snacks, silver coins and trinkets.
Today the bag is still on the dining room table, where Zanna found it.
I'm doing the dishes and Moe's standing behind me trying to get my attention. "Mommy. Mommy! Mom," he says. "Zanna's getting into Robey's recess."
3: number of dirty diapers changed this morning between 4 & 5am.
30: number of minutes it takes me to single-handedly get all three kids ready to go and into the van.
25: number of minutes it takes to get through the checkout line at Super Wal-Mart when only two registers are open.
4: age the youngest child will have to be before I'm brave enough to take all three to the grocery store by myself.
11: number of days left before I have to go back to work.
?: number of days it will take Jeromy to completely gut and remodel the bathroom. (The gutting is already underway.)
60: Gigabytes worth of music we've ripped to the computer in the last month.
Last night Zanna slept for 7 hours and Moe slept for 13. (Robey pretty much always sleeps through the night.) Currently, I'm feeling invincible, but it's a feeling that won't last long. Check back with me in an hour when Monroe is pulling every item out of every drawer in the house, Zanna is burping and spitting up for the fourth time in an hour and Robey's refusing to eat anything for lunch. Then things will be back to normal.
Actually, I think today will be a good day. Even though Jeromy's in Columbus for a 15-hour work day (rigging for the Little Bow-Wow concert at Nationwide and checking his equipment at Riceknbacker), I have some help. Buddy and Elaine just left for the Y with Robey in tow, and after dinner tonight my mom and dad will take at least one of the boys for a few hours (which they always do on Wednesdays). Plus, Zanna is soothing herself to sleep at this very moment, and Moe is entertaining himself with a set of MegaBlocks. He can actually focus today since he wasn't up between 1-3 am looting and plundering the village as usual.
I think we're giving up on transitioning Moe to a big-kid bed for now. He sleeps much better - and can't get out of bed - when he's in his crib. He can still scream and curse at you to come get him out, but usually he'll at least try to get himself back to sleep in the crib. In the bottom bunk, he just gets out of bed and runs around the house. Or gets into bed with you and kicks your shins for an hour until you get up. Normally, I'm happy to co-sleep with a kid or even two kids for half the night, but not when one of them is bruising my shins.
But last night Robey slept in the top bunk, Moe slept in his crib and Zanna slept in her bassinet all night. That's a far cry from our typical sleepless nights (and that post was written when Moe was a newborn, before Zanna).
How was your night?
Found underneath a pile of Handyman magazines stacked up with enough weight to warp the bottom of a night-stand drawer: this book.
My house plants are dead. My furniture is dusty. My laundry is piling up. But my kids are clean, fed and hugged. And the last of my December photos are finally up on flickr. Click any photo to see more.
Jerm: We worked in the yard today. We washed the car. Moe learned that the side hill is too steep for him.
Me: Did he fall down the hill?
Jerm: Yep.
Robey: Him rolled down it, LIKE A BALL!
Also, there's video:
A family Web site featuring the everyday lives of Ali, Jerm, Robey, Moe and Zanna
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