peace & joy to you

What I really want for Christmas is a nap.

divine

Yes I am biased. But this little girl is adorable.

**The darling little beanie adorning the doll's tiny head was hand-knitted by Holli. And of course Krista was photog.

I'm great, really.

After a few phone calls from concerned family members I decided I better clarify. I'm not actually experiencing post-partum depression or anything. In fact the only depressing issue around here is that it rained for 24 hours straight and I would have loved for it to be snow. Oh how much snow it would have been! But alas, our white landscape has been washed away by winter rain. Blah.

In any case, check out the song "It Snowed" by Meaghan Smith. I can't get enough of her voice. You can download a free "holiday sampler" from iTunes with the likes of David Archy and Barry Manilow. Twenty free tunes, including this new favorite of mine. Enjoy!

post-partum blog blues

It seems that this adjustment is occupying all my brain power and I am left without words for the blog. Or pictures for that matter. And tomorrow Richard goes back to work. Sigh.

Luckily Krista rescued me again from a photo-drought and I'll post some quality pictures of our little doll soon.

Oh, and then there's that holiday that is coming up... I hope I can devote some attention there in the near future.

and then there were three

I don't consider myself to be the type who is easily overwhelmed. Richard might say otherwise but he doesn't know some of the people I do. But yesterday the reality of three hit me, and I panicked.

Richard was home, but in the shower and I was feeding Miriam. When Eli was a baby and Cameron needed my attention during a feeding I could usually talk him through it until I was physically available. But yesterday as pandemonium broke out between Cameron and Eli in the bathroom while I was nursing I realized this was a new ball game. I tried shouting into the bathroom but that was useless so I just listened helplessly while the battle unfolded. That was when it hit me. But then it got worse.

The bathroom issue resolved itself and the boys came out into the living room. That is where the scissors come into the story. We have a Christmas countdown chain and I told Cameron he could get his pre-school "safety scissors" out of his backpack for Eli to cut a chain. Thereafter a fight over the scissors ensued, right in front of me. Snip and blood.

"RIIIIII-CHARD!!!!!!!"

Eli cut off the tip of Cameron's thumb and I have no photo because 1. It was gruesome, and 2. It was always too covered in blood to see anything. Cameron hates blood and he became hysterical. Eli felt terrible and he became hysterical. Miriam's breakfast was interrupted and she became hysterical. I realized I am now the mother of three needy children and I became hysterical.

I'll cut out the details of the next four hours. Here is a summary. A lot of wrapping and unwrapping of the wound by various nurses and doctors, and each time the red stuff appeared it was a fit of hysterics by Cameron. On top of Cameron's medical needs were Miriam's medical needs and after some blood work of her own it was decided she has jaundice and needs to spend 24/7 with a biliblanket.

It was an exhausting day during an already exhausting time for me. But now that it is behind me I can feel gratitude again for my three children, in spite of the new insensity level parenthood has reached for Richard and me.

for now...

Here are some pictures of our little jaundiced treasure. More on that, and the other exciting events of today (events that involved a lot of Cameron's blood), tomorrow. That is assuming I have the energy to laugh and write about it.

make room in the nest

Our little Miss Miriam was born Thursday December 3rd at 7:26pm. She weighed in at a whopping 6lbs 7oz and we love her. I'll post pictures when I am home again and blogging from the comfort and familiarity of my own computer.


Thanks everyone for the well wishes.

the dreaded thing

At 2:00am last night we went to the hospital.

I wasn't in labor. Disappointing and embarrassing. This is my third child, you would think I would know by now how labor feels...

So we went to Jack in the Box instead.

On our way home Richard said to me "If you were craving JITB you could have just told me and I would have gone."

I'm glad he has a sense of humor.