Blergh, I'm exhausted.
I really am so spoiled in how much Casey is home and it is SO HELPFUL. Tender mercy I tell you. Really it's the biggest lift and burden off my shoulders with him around so much to help and he's grown into such the wonderful husband/father with 3 kids. He's been oh so helpful with housework and baby work and max work and life work. Seriously, he's great.
Now back to complaining, ahem.
My back hurts.
I love being a mom but holy gosh dang would I like longer than a couple hour break. I already need like a WEEK break to rejuvenate me and keep me going (ok let's be honest, just 1 day?) I'd probably just end up missing my babies so much but still a break? a break? come on people.
Tonight Casey didn't get home from school until 6 (that's super late for him) and left at 6:30-9 for his bowling league he just began. I wanted to kick and scream and make him feel too guilty for going and was THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS close to doing it but instead just put a pouty face on him and didn't tell him good bye (real mature, right?). I really didn't want to be fighting Max on no TV, no iPad, no don't do that, no no no. So I pulled out the big guns and brought out the huge train set we hadn't yet given him. Magic. It literally kept his attention for a full 1 1/2 hours. HEAVEN sent I tell you. Yip, babies in the background with propped bottles. Sue me, it's only 2 oz.
Max has been asleep for an hour and the whole train set is still sitting here at my feet and I have zero intentions of putting it away tonight. Oh and there's a million dishes in my sink and dinner is not one bit put away BUTTTTTTTT I did declutter some of my household and began making big piles of stuff to sell/give away/ throw away earlier today. It already feels liberating and freeing get rid of so much stuff I thought I truly needed to keep. READ THIS BOOK. It will change your life!
Alright, let's get onto a random assortment of photos from the telefono and silly things Maxson is currently doing.
a. My breakfast companion one morning, hey Quinn!
b. Owning dadhood
a. You know how the Sunday family selfie thing has become suddenly really popular on IG? How? Why? I don't know, but it has. Well this was ours because the babies were sick a few weeks ago. Bryson was very unhappy we were not at church, as thus seen.
I put the tent on the couch while cleaning, Max thought it was a brilliant idea and insisted on playing in it only like that the next few days.
Always playing with the old bottles at the sink.
Don't eat Pete!!!!!! FHE
BQ, I'm realizing I need to get more pictures of Bryson smiling, he does smile, it's adorable.
Making dinner while entertaining my audience.
When I see this in the morning is when I realize max was awake a lot longer than I realized, eh, at least I got more sleep and he didn't destroy the rest of the house!
Helping them meet each other. Their reaction: eh.
QB. The perfectly classic twin photo. A few friends came up with the best captions to this on IG for me.
Max served himself up some breakfast. Thanks for not making me do my job Max
a. Casey yet again owning dad hood.
b. We're always trying to get the babies smiling on video or picture, a common scene at our house.
Casey putting in the hardwork to get the priceless baby smiles.
a. Someone often sabotages daily family nap time. Apparently it was Max this day. Sadly I couldn't sleep through his noise.
b. Church twins, but not the twins
a. Napping by the door like the cool kids
b. A park day! We've had some oddly warm days recently and have ventured to the park a few times. For the first time ever I went out of the house (just to the park) with all 3 kids by myself. It was so much stinking work. There's a reason we don't go many places these days, especially by myself. We didn't stay long and Max was not happy about that which made the experience that much more fun.
3 of us neighbors all had babies within a few months of each other. 4 babies, 3 dads, such cute babies!
I loved this picture my mom texted me of an Arizona sunset one night. Absolutely breath taking. One of their YSA took it.
It already feels like Max is getting on the "too big for this bed" size.
One of our favorite dinners: Asian lettuce wraps (search those words on 71toes.com for the recipe)
We had 3 old outfits of Casey's for all 3 little boys that fit them all perfectly. What are the awesome chances of that?!Max was less than impressed once I brought out the camera. And as you can tell, the babies went cray cray over theirs. Such cute kids. Casey said they smelt like old granny clothes.
Our new smoothie cup we found at the dollar store is bomb. If I were an infomercial I would sell you on the fact that a) it's a hard plastic straw that your child cannot bite and ruin b) the straw is the perfect diameter to drink from c) the lid screws on so little ones can't rip it off or dump out the contents d) the straw is a perfect match to the hole yet again not allowing any contents to be dumped out when tipped over e) the straw reaches the bottom f) it's insulated g) it's clear. SOLD
a. Max be like "that's funny mom, I will show you in time that this cup is not Maxson proof, haha haha. Smile.
b. Max's other obsession these days: putting any and all socks on his hands and playing like thus.
Beebeeeees! QB I love seeing their naked, rolly little bodies. I need a summer baby someday so I don't have to keep them clothed!
Bottle washing: such a plague. It's stupid since it's just this tiny amount in each bottle constantly throughout the day.
Look! I put the babies in real clothes other than jammies! Only out of obligation of not wasting all the onesies and pants we have. Seriously, why do I even own any of them smaller than a 6 month size? But they were cute.
a. Max. Socks. Case in point.
b. And somehow when I peeked in oh him during his nap, he was clothingless…again… it's a new trend I don't appreciate.
a. Bryson just fell asleep in his bouncer one day. It was really weird and I oh so appreciated the kind gesture of not having to coax him to sleep. Go Bryson!
b. Quinn be like "hey man, just chillin with my milk machine"
More unclothed, now undiapered Maxson. A battle. A BATTLE, I tell you, it is to keep clothes and now a diaper on this child, it's wearing fighting this kid on clothes. I put them on and only minutes later they're off again. Get that diaper on dude!!
The end. I'm exhausted going through all those pictures.
How many times have I written exhausted in this post?
I think it's a theme of my life right now…ugh