or Radiator Springs (if you're a Cars fan)
Life with 3 kids is a little interesting.
When I try to go anywhere it seems it takes forever to get out the door.
Hannah needs to eat, then she poops, then Asher poops, then Hannah poops again, then she spits up on me (I clean up), then she spits up on her (change her clothes) and then I realize it's time for lunch.
It's true that She pooped out of her diaper yesterday and I didn't want to take it over her head so yes, I cut the onesie off the child. While I was cleaning all that up someone knocked on the door (sorry to whoever it was because I couldn't get to the door in time) and Noah was sitting on the toilet, Asher was harassing him. Noah shut Asher fingers in the door (I'm still knee deep in dooky at this point), Asher screaming/crying, and Noah screaming for me telling me he "has something for me". Finally, I make it to the bathroom where I find my surprise (poop in the toilet). I have baby in left arm and wiping a bum with right hand. (sorry if that was too much info). Asher calmed down, Hannah was hungry. I was feeding Hannah and could hear Noah but was wondering where Asher was. I called his name a few time, no answer. I got up and went into the other bathroom and there he was with a bottle of disinfectant (non-toxic ish stuff thank goodness) and he was spraying the entire bathroom down. (yes, the entire bathroom including the carpet outside the bathroom). I grabbed the cleaner, told him to wash his hands, threw a towel over the carpet and just shut the door aaaaaaaaaaaaand back to feeding Hannah.
My house is still not decorated.
My neighbor gave me a really awesome blanket for Hannah.
I think baking soda is one of the best things ever.
Hannah is 3 weeks old.
Asher seriously has a personality...so funny (when he's comfortable around you, if not, he's shy)
Noah's got lots of new friends in the neighborhood we live in...wondering about some of them.
Heath's been really busy getting ready to teach. I know he'll do a good job.
My birthday is soon. I'll be 32.
I'm getting ice cream cake and maybe a date with the hubby. (this is a big deal because this weekend, my birthday weekend, is the opening of hunting season and he's not going)
I think he likes me.
and really my body will definitely never be the same. Good thing it's the result of something so precious.
Wishing I had a triple jogging stroller :)
I know you want pictures but I'll post some later.
oh, and Hannah gained a pound and 4 ounces at her last appointment after loosing 11 ounces.
We have the best pediatrician.
Oh, and, will somebody buy our Honda, Pilot. C'mon it's a nice vehicle.