So Many Dishes to Do

Posting pictures, I think, is a better use of my time though, right?  It's been a weird day.  I think the lack of a schedule in our house for almost a month now is wearing on everyone.  I am really starting to feel tired as the adrenaline wears off.  Liam is the sweetest kid ever but being tired leaves him totally in his own world which drives me bonkers.  Brendan and Aidan need to stop taking naps but we tried that today and it was a failure, so they went to bed, under duress, at 7:15.  Come to think of it it's 7:42 and I haven't heard a peep from upstairs in quite some time.  Ellen realized being held is far preferable to not being held.  And my yard, back and front, is COMPLETELY overrun with weeds like you would not believe.  I was doing an ok job of staying on top of that til right before Ellen was born, but a month of letting it go really let it go.  Damn.  Also I have 16 pounds left to lose, not ready for serious workouts yet, so I feel crummy about that and cannot fit into any of my clothes except dresses still, so my Mrs Roper joke is more apropos than I'd imagined.  On top of it all I just found out my former brother in law passed away.  It's been a melancholy sort of day for sure.  It's one of those days where I feel like I just didn't get to spend any quality time with my kids but instead spend the whole day arguing with them and yelling at them.  Those kind of days just suck.  And what the hell is up with this weather?  Alright, what we need here are some cute pictures.  The first one is from the hospital.  She's now about 7 1/2 pounds, so she seems huge compared to when she was born.  You can kind of tell in the picture with Eric where she has actual arm chub. 

Oh, and about Brendan and Aidan being quiet upstairs.  Ugh.

 

Though I Must Say

I'd really forgotten how amazing it is to have a newborn.  Ellen is like a magical presence in the house and we're all drawn to her.  She is a great baby, at just over 3 weeks she's 7 pounds (from 4 11 at birth, 4 6 when we left the hospital) and looks like a real newborn baby now more than a doll.  She doesn't like to have her clothes or diaper changed, her umbilical cord has yet to fall out, she has male pattern baldness.  And she is the softest, sweetest, calm little bundle of baby.  My dad always says when you first bring home the baby they're a loaf of bread, then they become a bag of sugar, then they're a sack of potatoes.  With Ellen she started out like a bag of marshmallows but she's definitely a loaf of bread now.  She's more alert too.  I just cannot believe how much I love her and how perfectly she fits into our family.  I'd include an adorable picture of her being adorable, but I don't have any pictures of her on this computer and I'm going to close my eyes for a second because she's about to wake up.  But I'll put some pictures here soon...