With three other boys competing for my time and attention all day long, I don't get to enjoy baby Joey the way I would like to very often. I have to lay him in his bed to nap so that I can feed the boys lunch instead of cuddle him in my arms, I have to carry him in the bjorn while I get my chores done instead of just hold him and stare, etc. So when the big boys are in bed, there is an hour or two in the late evening that I get to enjoy Joey all to myself. Best part of my whole day.
Max informed me the other morning, completely out of the blue, that "scissors are not for cutting hair." Hmmm. Upon inspection, it appeared that, why yes, Max did in fact gouge his own hair with the scissors. Buzz cut time!
The Before:
With a face as sweet as his, you would think it would be no trouble at all to capture a few beautiful portraits. You would think wrong. For as cute as he is, he can be quite uncooperative. Joey was very alert, very flail-y, very stiff and unbend-y, and very leaky (if you know what I mean) during his one-week photo shoot. Despite the difficulties, I think the results turned out great. Such a little angel.
I'm going to go ahead and toot my own horn here for just a minute...in this 4 on 1 battle that is my life, four crazy boys (emphasis on crazy) vs. one tired mommy, I am victorious! There can only be two possible explanations (which, I believe, are not mutually exclusive): 1) divine intervention; and 2) I AM SUPERMOM! How else could you explain my apparent super powers?
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I had to laugh when I brought Max with me the other day to watch Hank participate in his school's "TRY-athalon" and Hank's own teachers kept confusing Max for big brother Hank. With just a few inches and a couple pound between these two, you better watch out, Hank, I think Max might be gaining on you!
I really don't think there is such a thing as too many pictures of this cute face, do you?
On Saturday I dropped my mom off at the airport after she had stayed with us for almost three weeks. I was so spoiled while she was here that I would have begged her to stay longer, but I knew we had thoroughly worn her out and she needed to recuperate from her work-cation at our house. As soon as my mom got into town, we scurried around gathering needed materials for the projects I had lined up for her. We didn't get very far before baby Joey arrived, but that didn't mean that I didn't hold my mom to her assignments:) Between getting the boys ready for school in the morning, cleaning my house from top to botton, and preparing meals, my mom also cranked out twelve throw pillows, two sets of curtains, and a table runner....oh, and filled my freezer with homemade strawberry jam. The best part is that while she was busy filling my shoes (and doing a pretty good job of it), I got to be lazy and spent entire afternoons just holding and gazing at my new baby.
