It’s happening. I am attempting to sleep train Theo. Currently on this Monday night, I am hiding on the couch in the dark trying not to let him smell me (those infants have the noses of blood hounds for that breastmilk). My bff Grace gave Theo a Merlin’s Magic Sleep Suit (google it) for Christmas and I am attempting its magic. For both Emma and Henry we failed (read: currently failing) miserably at sleep training. In fact, Paul is laying down with Henry in his bed because he still cannot fall asleep alone.
So this is me, a 29 year-old mom to three kids under five. I’m hiding in the dark living room trying not to make any noise (and praying my typing is not too loud) and listening for the baby to fall asleep in his crib alone.
Ope, just heard him crying. Let’s see if he self-soothes or if I have to go back in there.
Okay, I did have to go in there but I cuddled him for about two minutes and put him back down. Guys, this may work (she says as she holds her breath, crosses her fingers, makes a sign of the cross, throws salt over her shoulder, makes a wish on a birthday candle, breaks a wish bone in half, douses crib in holy water). Read More
So we survived the holiday hoopla, yay! And Theophilus turns three months old today, double yay! This has been an eventful last month. Theo has made many developmental leaps and his little personality is blossoming. Mostly, he is a happy baby that occasionally howls at us when he is tired. I go back to work in a little over a week so I will be focused on pumping and building a freezer supply of the good stuff for our hungry, hungry Theo.
Speaking of hungry, Theo is an excellent eater. He is easily satisfied with five minutes at the tap before wanting to play again. Over our holiday travels, we practiced with the bottle and he seems to bet getting it, THANK THE GOOD LORD. I know how lucky we are that he’ll take the bottle so far. Hopefully he keeps it up when it’s just Paul and him.
His favorite activities include eating (obvi), playing with his sister and brother, and sucking on his hands. He is thiiiiis close to finding that thumb, so wish him luck. He laughed for the first time just before Christmas and it is the most beautiful sound in the world. Emma tries to get him laughing on the daily and their interactions completely melt me and make me want 20 more babies (HOLD ME BACK). Read More
In honor of the new year, I thought I would write a family update. I am grateful for our health and for our cozy home on our little island. 2018 was full of big changes, events, and surprises. I know I am looking forward to the year ahead — with all its ups and downs, family, friends, and faith. I present to you the State of the Hive Address.
Quiet mornings. Sounds like an oxymoron around here, huh? From the second we wake up, it’s go, go, go. Even while I am on maternity leave and don’t have to “be anywhere”, it’s still breakfast chaos, making lunches, getting dressed, diapers, buckets of hair detangler spray, and hustling the family out the door. But sometimes, miraculously, it is quiet. The baby is sleeping soundly on my chest, the big kids are still curled up in their beds, and the crisp December air permeates the house. I sneak into the kitchen, make a latte, and marvel at the silence. I soak it in. Read More
Now for some quotes from our favorite four year-old.
Emma: Daddy, you drinked a lot of beer and it made you grow a beard on your face.
When trying to get my attention about something.
Emma: Daddy, I mean Mommy, whatever your name is.
After Paul smashed a mosquito in the house.
Emma: DADDY, you killed NATURE.
After tripping a bunch of times in the house. Read More
Emma: What is going on with me?!