I’ve been browsing through old photos from the past year and came across a batch of Finn’s nursery. There’s nothing flashy or new or particularly interesting about it, but having pictures of the boys rooms from each of our homes is nice. It’s hard to move as often as we do, but at least with photos we can carry little pieces of “home” with us to look back on.
This is the smallest (and sort of the best) bedroom in the house. It may not be very large, but it’s a standard square room instead of a long rectangular shape like the other two second floor bedrooms. For a while we assumed we’d move Finn out of this room and make it Lilah’s nursery once she was ready for it. But, I think we’re going to keep him put because I’m not sure how well he would take it if he got the boot. It’s kind of funny…I always wanted a baby who was attached to a special blanket or stuffed animal because it seems endearing. And oh boy, be careful what you wish for…. Finn has a special attachment to many items….his blanket, his stuffed pig, his pacifier, and even his fan. He’s a creature of habit. So, moving him into a whole new room might be a little too rough on him, especially considering he’ll be losing his room soon enough when it’s time to move again.
It gets hard to “finish” rooms when we only live in one place for a couple of years at a time, but one of these days I’d love to hang some better art above his changing table and then get some better lit photos of the entire room. But whether or not I get around to it in this house or not, this is Finn’s special little space and we’re just happy he has it all to himself!
These photos of Lilah were taken when she was 30 days old, and I can already tell that she’s growing just by how she’s filling out her bloomers! She weighs about ten and half pounds now, is a lot more alert and awake during the day (though she still takes some marathon naps), is able to look around and recognize voices, and- as of yesterday- is liking her pacifier. Hallelujah. We’ve noticed a little of her personality coming out in the way she loves to be held when she’s awake. And by “loves to be held”, I really mean that she won’t let us put her down without expressing a serious displeasure for it, hahaha. Don’t get me wrong, oh how I love to hold her! It just gets tricky at times when there’s three other children in the mix and a house to run, so for her sake I’m really thankful that her pacifier is a good helper when need be. I know a lot of moms that have mastered baby wearing and seem to avoid a lot of the struggle, but as a fourth time mom I just now found a sling that seems to work. (Though today it’s being laundered due to some unfortunate events concerning her diaper and a certain explosion that I won’t go into too much detail about.)
We have a girl! Can you believe it? I mean really, can you? Because after three boys I can’t, hahaha.
I took this photo the day I went into labor, at 39 weeks and 4 days, just a few hours before we went out to have Thai for dinner- which is either the best or worst thing (???) to have when you’re on the verge of going into labor.
This little lady is three weeks old today and despite the bonnets, the pink, and the floral prints, I’m still not sure it’s hit me that there’s really another girl in the house! One of these days I’ll get around to writing her birth story….she was the one that seemed to be in a hurry before it was time, and then kept us in suspense once the time got close. But the way it finally happened was almost like something out of a movie, so it may be a story worth telling! Anyway, she’s doing really well and I’m feeling like the hardest parts of having a new baby are mostly behind us. Sleep is getting more routine, breastfeeding and all things related have gone much better than usual, and things are good.
When I brought a batch of these little pumpkins home last week I told the boys we’d paint them one day. Then, as the days passed and they asked over and over when I was going to make good on that promise, I regretted the fact that I ever put the idea into their heads! Note to self; be very, very careful about future promises made to your children, especially when it pertains to paint.
Honestly, it was a simple enough activity, it just required the right timing. The two babies needed to be asleep, the house needed to relatively clean and non-chaotic, and I needed to not be too mentally overloaded to imagine two wild little boys slinging paint brushes and having a grand old time at the expense of their clothing and/or my kitchen counters being stained by non-washable acrylic paint, because seriously, who has time to think about where I may have stashed the kids paints, and then go searching for them on top of that?