Six of Spaids

We are getting ready to watch The Road to El Dorado with the kids.

Hopefully it’s a cute show.

Some snapshots of our day:

Hanging out on my lap. I’m enjoying this age so much.

Swimming in the backyard. Notice our dead grass.

Yeah.

Anyway.

Ben’s been running a fever all day.

I know I’ve said it before, but that kid gets hot when he has a fever.

It was 103.7.

He seems fine now?

Guess I should have went to medical school before I had children.

Oops.

(I had a bunch of other stuff I was going to say…but now I don’t feel like it. Off to cuddle.)

The youngest in our family has reached another milestone.

I’m sorry for not telling you yesterday.

She is so close to rolling over it’s ridiculous.

She is just starting to fit into 3-6 month clothes.

(Which I think is perfect; I love when sizes and ages match up.)

For the most part, she is a very content baby.

She’s a very, very fast eater. Nothing like Ben was.

She seems bigger everyday to me.

She still loves her swing.
(And I am grateful, otherwise I wouldn’t get anything done!)

She is the most social baby I have ever been around.

I’m not exaggerating.

She will talk and talk and talk.

The minute anyone gives her attention she is all smiles.

It’s wonderful.

She is a beauty.

(In my humble opinion.)

She has the most perfect skin. Not a flaw to be found.

I formerly had the flawless skin.

Then she was born.

I must have given it to her or something.

Someone told me once that for each baby you have you lose/change something.

When I had Charlotte it was my ears.

Now when I go in a plane or up in the mountains, I’m the one chewing gum and swallowing trying to get my ears to pop.

I can’t pinpoint one specific thing that changed when I had Ben,

but my recovery after having him was horrible.

I’m sure that counts.

And now, Elizabeth Sue.

And my used-to-be-perfect-skin.

I could almost cry.

She’s more than worth it, though.

I am still holding out for it to clear up when I’m finished nursing.

If not, it’s on to more drastic measures…

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Libby is three months old and:

*I haven’t gotten her pictures taken. This literally breaks my heart.

*I haven’t sewed any onesies for her.

*I haven’t gotten into a routine that keeps the house picked up/laundry put away/dishes done.

*I haven’t lost my “baby weight”. I’m not sure I can even call it that anymore.

*I haven’t written like 5 or 6 thank you notes that are rudely overdue.

Charlotte, Kylie and I got henna tattoos in Estes Park.

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I have so much to tell you, dear blog.

However, I have family in town.

Which really cuts into blogging time.

But I can’t complain.

I’d much rather be with family.

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Also, this morning when I could have been blogging (hello! Charlotte slept in until 9:45 – unbelievable!)

I had to deal with ants.

In my living/dining room.

It’s a carpeted room.

I vacuumed.

And vacuumed.

And bleached.

And vacuumed.

And washed high chairs.

And vacuumed.

I hate ants.

I had a very firm “no little people eat in the dining room” rule.

Then we had Libby.

And when we have people over we all can’t fit at the kitchen table.

So, their high chairs (and Charlie’s booster) have been on the carpet off and on since she’s been born.

Gag.

Another reason to hate this carpet.

But that’s a whole ‘nother post.

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A glass of water.

From our fridge.

Hallelujah.