Friday, July 12, 2019

Fri-yay

My time to write this evening is incredibly limited. Brooklyn is tired. If she was child number one, I would tell her to go up and lie in her bed.

She is not child number one. She is child number four.

Truthfully, we had hoped that she'd basically be raising herself at this point. We claim no credit in the fact that she is able to hold her pencil the correct way. She knows some letters. That also has nothing to do with us.

Happily, she is potty-trained. That, I will say, is on us. We had to be a bit firm, but she caught onto it quite quickly.

In any case, she is number four. That means we have lost the ability and energy to be as firm with her as we were with Jeremy. She has developed the bad habit of falling asleep next to either Brian or me. We are in the process of switching around the rooms so that she shares a room with Bekah. It's going to be a lot easier to tell her to go get in her bed. Up to now, she's been in a crib.

She crawled in and out of her crib at will, but the funniest thing was that she would wake up in the morning and cry for someone to get her. She is the consummate youngest child.

So right now, she is sitting on the couch. She wants me to sit next to her. I know the deal, I know she's exhausted. Right now, her crib mattress is on the floor of the kids' room (which will soon be her and Bekah's room). I'm almost positive she will end up sleeping with us tonight.

I am tired myself, having been up since 6 AM this morning. I had a productive day. Worked out with Kate. Learned that I really don't like goblet squats. I used a 20-pound weighted ball. It was bearable, but they went by much more slowly than I thought they would. I'm grateful I wasn't hobbling out of there.

I went on two Wag! walks today, which is good. This week has been much slower than last. I haven't wanted to go out of my way to take a walk, but I had hoped to get a few more.

As I write this, I'm fairly convinced that Brooklyn is asleep. She hasn't been calling out for me since I started writing.

I love my kids and I love my life with them. It's busy and my hands are full, but my heart is even fuller.

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