I'm purposely leaving my kids in their beds past 7 am just to bring you this post. Do you feel special? You should.
Huckleberry is continuing his tradition of waking up at 6 am and shouting about things for an hour. Right now we are switching back and forth between "cacka!" ( his word for cracker) and, "Choo! Choo! Yeahhhh!". Whoops, my time is limited, he's begun screaming. A favorite Hucky pastime is tickling Atticus' toes, also, he likes to eat. I often walk into the room to find all manner of unorthodox things being chewed while the chewer enthusiastically remarks, "num!". By unorthodox I mean raw pasta, coffee beans, erasers, crayons, kitty food etc.
He also "calls" bugs. I kid you not, he stands outside and when he sees an insect he says,"Ba!Ba!" and when the bug doesn't come he goes and gets it. Which is why we really must get rid of our fire ant hill.
Flannery continues to be a black hole for stories. She spends a lot of time playing what she calls, "talking games". This is the regurgitation of all of the stories we've been tossing into her particular spot in the universe. Strange things happen here, Cinderella is married to Almanzo Wilder and people like Strawberry Shortcake drive other folks, like Katy the Snowplow, around. Yesterday, one of my favorites, so far, happened. Cinderella wished that her stepmother would be kind (instead of the dress and coach and whatnot). Far more efficient version of that story in my opinion.
The other day she informed me that listening to "Heidi" during rest time was giving her "perfumey" thoughts.
Atticus is the happiest O'Donnell so far. He rewards even a glance with a big smile and laughter is quick to follow. He's shaping up to be the usual O'Donnell non-sleeper as well. Not to be outdone by his siblings, he has completely skipped the part where he makes a short-lived attempt at sleeping through the night around 3 months and has gone straight for the waking up 4 times a night to say hello and be sad to be put down.
Having three children is great. Two sort of felt like we weren't sure if we really wanted to do this kid thing, it was so typical American family, a girl and a boy, reasonably spaced and so forth. Atticus has tipped the canoe, so to speak. Appearing out of nowhere, he's been busy setting us straight about our priorities ever since 4 am hunger drove me to take a pregnancy test. Chaos is normal, but it usually comes in 20 minute increments so you can catch your breath in between. We have no delusions about being orderly. We do, however, have aspirations of being dressed and brushing our teeth in time for dinner. Sometimes we even succeed.
This is our life right now, and we love it. We love the plastic butterflies on Atticus' head and how they fall off when he sneezes. We love Huckleberry's happy dance when you suggest happy Sabbath chocolate milk and the joy on his face when he has a handful of squirming earthworms. We love Flannery's chatter, even if it causes chores to take an hour. We especially love her use of accents (british and southern).
And now I'll go make breakfast.
Huckleberry is continuing his tradition of waking up at 6 am and shouting about things for an hour. Right now we are switching back and forth between "cacka!" ( his word for cracker) and, "Choo! Choo! Yeahhhh!". Whoops, my time is limited, he's begun screaming. A favorite Hucky pastime is tickling Atticus' toes, also, he likes to eat. I often walk into the room to find all manner of unorthodox things being chewed while the chewer enthusiastically remarks, "num!". By unorthodox I mean raw pasta, coffee beans, erasers, crayons, kitty food etc.
He also "calls" bugs. I kid you not, he stands outside and when he sees an insect he says,"Ba!Ba!" and when the bug doesn't come he goes and gets it. Which is why we really must get rid of our fire ant hill.
Flannery continues to be a black hole for stories. She spends a lot of time playing what she calls, "talking games". This is the regurgitation of all of the stories we've been tossing into her particular spot in the universe. Strange things happen here, Cinderella is married to Almanzo Wilder and people like Strawberry Shortcake drive other folks, like Katy the Snowplow, around. Yesterday, one of my favorites, so far, happened. Cinderella wished that her stepmother would be kind (instead of the dress and coach and whatnot). Far more efficient version of that story in my opinion.
The other day she informed me that listening to "Heidi" during rest time was giving her "perfumey" thoughts.
Atticus is the happiest O'Donnell so far. He rewards even a glance with a big smile and laughter is quick to follow. He's shaping up to be the usual O'Donnell non-sleeper as well. Not to be outdone by his siblings, he has completely skipped the part where he makes a short-lived attempt at sleeping through the night around 3 months and has gone straight for the waking up 4 times a night to say hello and be sad to be put down.
Having three children is great. Two sort of felt like we weren't sure if we really wanted to do this kid thing, it was so typical American family, a girl and a boy, reasonably spaced and so forth. Atticus has tipped the canoe, so to speak. Appearing out of nowhere, he's been busy setting us straight about our priorities ever since 4 am hunger drove me to take a pregnancy test. Chaos is normal, but it usually comes in 20 minute increments so you can catch your breath in between. We have no delusions about being orderly. We do, however, have aspirations of being dressed and brushing our teeth in time for dinner. Sometimes we even succeed.
This is our life right now, and we love it. We love the plastic butterflies on Atticus' head and how they fall off when he sneezes. We love Huckleberry's happy dance when you suggest happy Sabbath chocolate milk and the joy on his face when he has a handful of squirming earthworms. We love Flannery's chatter, even if it causes chores to take an hour. We especially love her use of accents (british and southern).
And now I'll go make breakfast.