Wednesday, May 9, 2012

11 weeks in.

11 weeks in and I am finally feeling like we are figuring this thing out.
*I posted this status on FB this week, but felt the need to expand on it here.*
*Thing* being life as parents of three in the sandbox.
It started out a bit rough, not much sleep, colic, not a very happy or easy baby, paperwork and the mad dash to get back to this side of the world and our new life here.
Once here, adjusting to the old, yet new routines. How to juggle drop off and pick ups for the boys and sleeping and nursing schedules with Lexie. Which, by the way, I had a handful of missing pick up time issues, yeah that was an issue. Figuring out how to live a life here with a nursing baby, mixing in prayer times, the heat, the social issues about women... I could go on and on but I will spare you.

So 11 weeks in and it all feels somewhat manageable now... finally! Just three months in and I finally feel like I can do this. Perhaps it is the new found joy of sleeping through the night. Getting at least 7 hours of sleep at one time makes you feel like a new woman. One who can manage the day, manage three little ones, manage the house, manage schedules and manage our new (it's less than two years in the sandbox- so yeah I still refer to it as new) life here.

Lexie is a new baby too! She's happy, oh so happy. She coos and laughs, she smiles and she has us all wrapped around her finger.
This week she's started to suck on her fists and put her hands together and intentionally grab things. She's started to put herself to sleep. We wrap her up lay her down and she drifts off to sleep. Having a routine works for her and us and it's making all the difference.
 Carter is such a big kid these days. It's no longer hard to believe he will be five in a few weeks, he is so five already and is a fantastic big brother. He is all about bugs these days. Loves to catch them, read books about them, talk about them and stuff his pockets at preschool with sand and bugs.
The other day Carter was looking at a wedding photo of Mike and I on our dresser. It is in black and white. He looks at the photo and then at me, "So mom, when you and dad got married there was no color?"
Owen and I both have been battling colds the past few days. Pretty sure he brought the little cold bug into the house and then while following me around drinking whatever drink I have without telling me (like he loves to do) passed it along to me.
He's also napping again, each afternoon he passes out cold sometime after lunch. He must be growing because our little tank is pounding food too. He loves his bunk bed, baby sister, preschool, his friends, his sunbeam teacher, looking for bugs with Carter, chocolate chip cookies, going into town and making silly faces.  
Mike is taking care of us wonderfully, working hard at the office and in his church calling, and playing with the boys the moment he walks in the door. He's the one taking the boys to swim lessons these days and is still a master at the grill making dinner for us all most nights.
Here he is holding Lexie a few weeks ago on our date night to see Hunger Games.
 Other than the cold bug, we're doing well. Mike and Lexie are the only ones 100%, we're hoping to keep it that way.
We've bought our tickets home for a few weeks in August. Oh Happy Day only two more months and we'll be stateside once again. Good thing, because it is dang hot here already. Pretty sure we have no idea what we are in for this summer in the sandbox.
Hugs, A

1 comment:

Marie said...

Glad things are going so well! You deserve it!