So today was the first real test of our new family life. My mother-in-law went home yesterday evening... while everyone was napping (and believe it or not everyone stayed napping until my husband got back from the airport). So we had to do the morning routine with just us. Here's how it went...
2.0 woke up at 5:15 to eat. I fed him and went back to bed. At 7:15 the adults woke up and so did the Gremlin a few minutes later. I hung out in the bedroom while my husband went to get her and get the day started. I started getting dressed and then heard, "Um, babe, we could use some help here." Not a phrase a half-dressed, post-natal mother wants to hear.
So I went downstairs and turned the corner into the kitchen. Wow.
Now let's pause, because as we established on Thursday, bringing me into the morning mix right now doesn't go too well. So you know my husband must have been in trouble if he asked me to come help.
So here's the scene... the Gremlin is sitting on the counter next to the blender (this is a typical morning activity; she likes to sit there while we make our smoothie every morning). My husband is standing over by the sink slightly leaning toward the Gremlin to discourage her from trying to move and fall off the counter. The HALF FULL blender is perched near the edge of the counter. And the floor and cabinet are covered in purple smoothie. Now mind you, there is not a drop of the stuff on the child. Just every where else.
What happened you ask? Apparently the Gremlin tried to help take the blender pitcher off the mixer and pulled a little too hard. She tipped with the pitcher in her hand and dad could only catch one of the two - the kid or the smoothie. He made the right call, which is also impressive if you know my husband because I'm sure the ideas A) of smoothie all over the place that he was going to have to clean up; and B) that he couldn't catch both items were maddening.
So after that I was in charge of the Gremlin for the morning while dad cleaned the kitchen before one of the other kids could walk through and track blueberry footprints all over the house. We ate, we read books, then we went upstairs to get dressed. That was when someone looked down and decided we needed to put one more factor into the mix and 2.0 woke up. So the Gremlin and I went in and picked him up, left him swaddled and then went into her room, where I balanced him on my knees while trying to unzip her PJs and put her dress on. It would have been easier if she hadn't decided to play keep away and ring around the rosie the entire time.
But we did it. Then we went back into 2.0's room and we all sat in the rocking chair to eat.
Phew!!!
Here are a few photos of the Gremlin helping me this morning while I was feeding 2.0 and our little man napping peacefully. As my husband says, he is the yin to her yang.
2.0 woke up at 5:15 to eat. I fed him and went back to bed. At 7:15 the adults woke up and so did the Gremlin a few minutes later. I hung out in the bedroom while my husband went to get her and get the day started. I started getting dressed and then heard, "Um, babe, we could use some help here." Not a phrase a half-dressed, post-natal mother wants to hear.
So I went downstairs and turned the corner into the kitchen. Wow.
Now let's pause, because as we established on Thursday, bringing me into the morning mix right now doesn't go too well. So you know my husband must have been in trouble if he asked me to come help.
So here's the scene... the Gremlin is sitting on the counter next to the blender (this is a typical morning activity; she likes to sit there while we make our smoothie every morning). My husband is standing over by the sink slightly leaning toward the Gremlin to discourage her from trying to move and fall off the counter. The HALF FULL blender is perched near the edge of the counter. And the floor and cabinet are covered in purple smoothie. Now mind you, there is not a drop of the stuff on the child. Just every where else.
What happened you ask? Apparently the Gremlin tried to help take the blender pitcher off the mixer and pulled a little too hard. She tipped with the pitcher in her hand and dad could only catch one of the two - the kid or the smoothie. He made the right call, which is also impressive if you know my husband because I'm sure the ideas A) of smoothie all over the place that he was going to have to clean up; and B) that he couldn't catch both items were maddening.
So after that I was in charge of the Gremlin for the morning while dad cleaned the kitchen before one of the other kids could walk through and track blueberry footprints all over the house. We ate, we read books, then we went upstairs to get dressed. That was when someone looked down and decided we needed to put one more factor into the mix and 2.0 woke up. So the Gremlin and I went in and picked him up, left him swaddled and then went into her room, where I balanced him on my knees while trying to unzip her PJs and put her dress on. It would have been easier if she hadn't decided to play keep away and ring around the rosie the entire time.
But we did it. Then we went back into 2.0's room and we all sat in the rocking chair to eat.
Phew!!!
Here are a few photos of the Gremlin helping me this morning while I was feeding 2.0 and our little man napping peacefully. As my husband says, he is the yin to her yang.
He is so sweet. I can't wait to squeeze him while being entertained by the interaction of our two silly toddlers.
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