I know that most of you are totally over seeing posts about the winter blahs and being so ready for spring, but . . . . . these past few weeks have been hard, y’all.
Third trimester exhaustion is in full swing. I feel myself becoming short tempered with the girls and have been needing to constantly take a deep breath and say a quick prayer so that I don’t lose it. I decided that I could not clean up one more pee puddle or poopy underwear with my sanity intact, so I put Rose back in diapers and immediately improved our relationship. I’ll try again later. Periodically she will ask to go pee pee on the potty if she has the hankering for chocolate chips or will tell me she needs to go poo poo on the potty when she already has a diaper full of, ahem, an odoriferous gift for me, but other than that we are pretending like my disasterous attempt to potty train never happened. Works for me, but I cannot help but feel like a huge failure.
All the cool kids still wear diapers.
Ruth has been very restless lately. She is an extraordinarily energetic child (she gets that from her father, definitely not from me) and the days spent inside escaping the cold and rainy weather is really taking a toll on her. We finally had a 70 degree day this week and we spent a glorious day at the park. However, poor Ruth really didn’t want it to ever end, so I was that mom dragging the child literally kicking and screaming from the park (with another toddler, pushing a stroller, and largely pregnant). Not even teaching her phonics seems to be cheering her up. We need the weather to get nicer really soon. Not to mention, the lack of decent exercise has been really messing with the older girls’ naps. I really count on that couple hours of quiet time in the afternoon, but it just has not been happening. Thus, even more pregnant mama exhaustion. I am seriously considering getting a toddler treadmill. Do they make those?
Little girl is in her element running around at the park.
Little Wrenna has been taking her mobility to the next level. Part of me is intensely grateful that she is finally hitting some physical milestones. Her heart condition slowing her down always worries me. But the other part of me is now in high gear anxiety mode about her sneaking up the stairs, getting into things she shouldn’t, or scaling walls. She still isn’t walking or standing alone yet, but she certainly isn’t letting that trivial detail hold her back. She is cruising, crawling normally, walking around while pushing various things, and climbing anything within reach. Just generally giving mama heart attacks. So I finally broke down and got her a gated play yard to play in while I am doing things that would compromise my constant vigilance.
Yup, I turned my head and totally found her well on her way to standing up triumphantly in this chair.
Well, thank you for getting this far in my post of self pity. As a consolation prize, I will add these photos of my children. Because they’re cute.
Holding hands at the park with their beloved cousin.
Wrenna’s three new teeth!
Bath time for the little bird
Drawing on the chalk board with a friend while waiting for their ice cream at Jeni’s (best ice cream in Atlanta, y’all)