Remember how when you were little, you would get to laughing SO HARD that you couldn’t breathe and would almost pee your pants? How come it’s so rare to laugh like that as an adult? I miss those days of frequent laugh attacks. And I miss being ticklish. I really just hate being tickled now. It kind of makes me want to curse, instead of laugh. That’s one of the reasons I love my husband – he has such an easy laugh. Ask anyone who’s watched America’s Funniest Home Videos with him. It’s one of his favorite shows. It doesn’t matter how many people fall off the trampoline or get kicked in the privates. The joke never gets old.
A few posts back Brent mentioned how making the kids laugh was supposed to be “his thing.” He was mad because Lindsay gave me her first laugh instead of him. Now I see that my sweet girl was really just being nice. Because LJ never laughs like this for me… And neither do the boys. Looks like Dad’s still got it.
Little Lindsay is going on 3.5 months old now and is just that – little. Hard to believe coming from the likes of me and Brent. Have you seen Danny?? Maybe she inherited the teeny tiny gene from her Aunt Jo… they do share a name. I think she is literally about half the size of her baby boyfriends Milo and Moseley (born around the same time). She is barely tipping the scales at 11.5 pounds these days. Weight gain does not come easy for LJ (lucky girl!). But she is doing great – sleeping all night, happy during the day, getting more mobile – scooting and rolling, laughing, and is a sweet, happy spirit that we love having around.
Though I am definitely of the camp that believes going from 2 to 3 kids is way more hard than 1 to 2. I just cannot stay on top of things! And it is extremely annoying to always feel two steps behind. And holy cow – I don’t know what it was about the third kid – but THE LAUNDRY!! It is never ending! By the time I get the clean stuff unloaded and put away, there is another full batch waiting to be done. Ugh. And sadly – my grooming habits and personal appearance have taken a direct hit with the addition of baby #3. Hair and make-up are generally saved for special occasions. As are anything close to a cute outfit. And I refuse to shop for any new clothes until I’ve lost at least 10 more pounds of baby flab. Go figure – my smallest baby, but I gained the most and have had the hardest time getting it off. Add all that together (plus a little baby barf) and you get a somewhat sloppy, shlumpy mom.
Sorry Brent. Don’t lose faith. I haven’t given up. I’m hoping to get better as the baby gets older. Hey – at least I’m hitting the gym! Nevermind if I then stay in my stinky clothes all day long and don’t get around to showering till 10 pm… Cuz really, it’s all about priorities. And for me it’s much more important to fit back into my skinny jeans then it is to make the beds.
You do what you gotta do.
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