A day in the life...

• 3:24 - I wake up sweating after roughly four hours of sleep and apparently four hours of the broken heater working full throttle.
• 3:25 - I run to shut off the heat before the bed with my sleeping husband catches fire.
• 3:26 - I tip toe out to the other room only to see that Miss Imogen is still sound asleep and that it's 3:26 in the morning.
• 3:27 - I go back to bed and try to hurry back to sleep. (never works)
• 3:30 - Gregory is standing next to my bed with his blankie and baby doll (yes my son sleeps with a baby doll). He's all sweaty too, the head of his bed is right next to the other heater.
• 3:32 - I tuck him back in bed.
• 3:40 - I tuck him back in bed.

This was a few days ago, but it sort fits in the story here.

• 5:28 - I wake up to the sweet sounds of hungry screaming baby.
• 5:30 - Get up, put on pants, make bottle, change diaper. (yes I can do all that in one minute. Can't you?)
• 6:00 - Imogen and I are awoken by Dahlia standing at the baby gate crying, because she's up too early and she's tired and she wants me.
• 6:30 - Dahlia and I are awoken from our couch snuggling by Gregory wishing to join the party.
• 6:40 - Vitamins, juice boxes and a pile of generic cheerios.
• 7:00 - I blog about my sleep deprived morning while stopping every other minute to whisper-yell at the children to "be quiet" and "share" and "get off the printer Gregory" in my defeated sick non-existent voice.

Later today I get to drag three kids to the doctor's for the baby's one month check up.

This pretty much sums up how I'm feeling.

Story time, haircuts and Halloween.

Dahlia tells stories now... it's pretty much always the same, but I love how serious she is about it.

Things have been pretty crazy here what with new baby and more diapers and less sleep. Dahlia's given up on potty training (at least for me that is), Gregory decided to turn two a little early this year, and all the TERRIBLE that's included with that. And sweet little Imogen likes to sleep all day and party all night.

Here they all are with Aunty Cheri. This is mere minutes before the umbilical cord tearing off incident. Long story short: it was awful! There was blood and tears. She has since been to the doctor and is fine. Perhaps there will be photos of her healed button soon

(it's almost 1st bath time)

So needless to say I haven't been jumping out of bed in the morning to dispense vitamins and cereal as promptly as I might have before the new addition. So one morning when I finally flopped out of bed this is the scene I stumbled upon in the hallway.
"It's cool mom, take your time. We're having a coloring party." (those words were never spoken, merely implied)

The other day Gregory got a long overdue haircut. He's even curls all over now, and looks just like me in college when my hair was growing out. Here he is getting a candy corn reward for sitting as still as anyone could really expect him to.

Friday night we went to Ocean Edge for some Halloween Crafts and games. Here are the kids with cousin Zoe eating some spooky cookies they decorated themselves.

And here's Dahlia in a Mummy wrapping contest with Zoe. She totally should have won, just as Gregory should have won for best costume (in his age group). But they judged by audience noise level and I guess we didn't bring a big enough cheering squad.

Then on Halloween we went over to Darcie and Ron's house and let the kids go around their neighborhood. It was kind of a bust, not many people handing out candy but they had fun and went right to sleep for Barry while I stayed at the party with Imogen.

Here's Dahlia dragging Uncle T.J. to the next house. She knew what was up. She'd been talking about trick or treating for days. The next morning she asked us if Halloween was over. Barry and I told her yes, it was. Her next question was "Is it Christmas now?"
priceless.