He Does Not Struggle With Indirect Communication

Augie, as he and Charlie were deciding how to play a game: Don’t you think we should go youngest to oldest, so I don’t whine or complain?

Newborn Fatigue Syndrome

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1049 1049_ () 1049 1049 Charlie came to me holding a large plush Spiderman doll. Spidey had a bandana wrapped around his entire head.

“This guy,” said Charlie, “is Chuck Norris. And there is a rat in the bag. Chuck’s gonna bite the rat and then the rat is dead.”

Does this make sense to you? Sadly, it does to me. And also, upon reading this, Paul will be very, very proud. 1049″ . ,


Getting Back In The Saddle

1048 1048_ () 1048 1048 I went on my first official I Have Five Boys outing today, complete with stroller and paci and lots of extra diapers. This isn’t the first time we’ve all left the house together, but the other trips were simple errands that involved returning dishes to meal-makers and then hitting Happy Hour at Sonic.

Today, we went to the pool. I decided it would work because a) the boys would be totally occupied, b) we would stay for only two hours and c) I could sit in the shade and nurse the baby the entire time.

Things went very well; Henry slept for the entire first hour (even though he was due to eat) and then I fed him for a good part of the second. When it was time to load up, the boys came the first time I called and everyone got themselves into the car with very little ado. I was so proud.

As part of the adventure (I was so! happy! to be out of the house), we hit a drive-thru and ate lunch in the car. Clearly, I’m out of the habit of having a tiny baby because we sat and ate and enjoyed our time. So much so that I lost track of it.

Just as we were finishing up, Henry woke up. He awoke and made his presence known.

“Will you see if his paci is there with him,” I asked Elliott as I pulled out of the parking lot. No luck.

“Look in my purse,” I told Ethan. Wasn’t there.

The baby kept crying, a sweet little newborn er-rah er-rah that was quickly getting louder.

Do something, Mom,” said one of the boys in a worried tone. I explained that it wouldn’t hurt the baby to cry a bit. But I’ll admit, it was terrible.

“Make him stop,” said someone else, and I too was feeling a similar pinch — we were in the car with an individual that we could not help. He wanted to eat and he had to wait.

Henry wailed his way down the highway, the boys and I equally unnverved. I reminded everyone (including myself) that this sometimes happens with babies, and that each of them had similar moments as newborns.

Of course, about five minutes before we pulled in the driveway, Henry wore himself right out and fell back to sleep. He’s a precious sweet little pea.

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