Phew. I just wanted to be honest about that. Because I told a few of you, months ago through emails or conversations, that adding the third child into the mix was no biggie. That was back when when the new baby slept 23.5 hours a day. Pretty much I had two kids and a Baby Gap adorned house plant then, you know? No more. Three legit children with three sets of legit needs and legit (WILDLY FLUCTUATING) emotions.
Again: this is not a diatribe about Mabel herself. Oh, no no no. My goodness, yall. She's a sweetheart, this third baby of ours. Mabel on her own? I'd be blogging twice a day on a blog WITHOUT a dated three year old header and making every meal from scratch and totally would not have an untouched bag of Hobby Lobby goods in the other room, sad little crafts uncrafted. It's not Mabes, just the outnumbered thing that's the crazymaker. And you know what? I fully realize this much - it's short lived, this particular brand of crazy. It's a crazy worth embracing. By fall, A & V will both be in school two days a week. And it will just be me and the Mabes those days. And I already get a little throat-lumpy just thinking through those quiet days without my big two, because it's sad. For me. Not for V, who tells me at least twice a day that she wants a kitty backpack and to wear shoes with "farkles" and some cheese in her lunchbox when she goes to school with her brother. And then, I'm fully aware, we'll just move onto whole new kinds of crazy. And new kinds of crazy after that until I'm here spazzing about driving and dating and SATs and cat hair on my bathrobe or something.
Anyway. There's clearly a lull in posting around here. We're good, we're kicking ..... it's just the crazy. Instagram takes two seconds, Facebook maybe three, but there just hasn't been the time to sit and think out and write out and edit and upload and post. Or, if there has been time, I want to spend it doing other things. Like exercising or napping after a rough night or eating table scraps or reading the last half of the two week old People magazine cluttering up my coffee table. Or being outside because turns out Colorado? Turns out it just doesn't have a bad season. Fall was stunning. Winter was cozy. Spring is PEE YOUR PANTS EXCITING. (Okay, and muddy.) We're outside. A lot. You see?
|first wagon ride.|
arms flailing, legs kicking, eyes wide and bright.
|if you've ever seen a 4 year old boy who can resist a mud puddle,|
i don't believe you.
|if she's outside, she's in a helmet.|