Hi! Remember me?
I feel like I’ve been hibernating for the last month (minus the whole sleeping part) and am just now coming up for air. I feel like I’m swimming through the exhaustion of having a newborn all over again. Cooper recently started doing this great trick where he will only take one 30 minute nap all day and won’t go to bed until 10pm. We follow the same dinner, bath, bed? routine but instead of dozing off at 7:30 after his bottle like he was doing for the last year, it suddenly gives him ALL THE ENERGY and he does laps around the living room cracking up the entire time.
It’s like he’s saying “HA! And you guys thought you had it all figured out!”
Some Most nights we’re so tired we end up laying him in bed with us for a little cartoon time and by the time he’s passed out and I put him in his room, all I want to do is curl back up next to Corey and pass the F out. And that’s precisely what I’ve been doing. I just can’t seem to muster the energy to do anything productive after the boys have gone to bed, and that’s my real only free time these days.
They really don’t prepare you for things like this in all those baby books. Sure, they cover diaper changes and what to feed them and how to swaddle them, but they don’t tell you just how much of a full-time gig it is. But I don’t think you can really know until you know. On Saturday it was all just too much for me. Cooper dozed off at 7:30pm like the good ‘ol days, and a few friends came over and I just finished a delightful Blue Moon and was feeling all nice and relaxed since I haven’t been able to have an adult beverage and talk to actual adults in a long while, when Sir Cooper decided this was indeed unacceptable.
He joined us in the living room for a while, Corey tried to hold him so I could hang out, but all he wanted was to snuggle with his Mama. And don’t get me wrong, I LOVE being his Mama and couldn’t dream of doing anything else with my days (most days I bask in the glory of being the only one that can comfort him), but man. It all hit me. Hormones shmormones.
It was only 8:30pm but Mama had a job to do. So we quietly retreated to the bedroom, put on the cartoons, and I had myself a good cry trying my hardest to not drip mascara on our new white sheets. A couple hugs from Corey and heavy breaths on my neck from Cooper and I was back to normal, but I’ll be damned if I wasn’t just the tiny bit jealous of my husband out there in the living room.
So yeah, now that we’ve got that out of the way, here are a few pictures from Christmas that you probably don’t want to see anyways. But that’s the beauty of being the boss of this measly slice of internet pie.
And thissss is what it looks like trying to get four teenagers, an 8 year old, a 3 year old and a 13 month old to all sit still and smile at the camera…
Give me your best shot, 2015!