Meh

I just took Sophia to the potty and she managed to pee on the seat a little bit, at which point she tearfully said, "Oh no, I got pee on the potty. I didn't point my penis down!"

And that's when I realized I need to blog more often. Because what else do you do with that?

The problem with blogging, for me at least, is that I tend to think I need 'something to blog about." I've always leaned toward the side of the dramatic, and I really like to exaggerate. I do it about a bajillion times a day. So writing about the normal hum-drum of life doesn't always fuel my creative senses. And I don't like to blog unless I'm feeling creative-y.

Sigh.

So here I am. Mother of four with not very much drama going on. How is that even possible? Things are hectic for sure, but not dramatic.

Dear Grandma, send food. I'm starving over here.

In other news, The Haley has arrived (as pictured above and below) and it is FABULOUS. The mix of yellows, greens and blues is incredible. When Sara asked if I had any color preference for it I just told her I trusted her to make something beautiful. She delivered. Oh, did she deliver.

And speaking of deliveries, I have yet another niece!!!!! Jen had her baby on the 12th (Cameron's birthday!) and she is a juicy piece of baby. I still haven't figured out the physics of how such a big baby (9lbs. 4 oz.) fit inside such a tiny person. She honestly didn't even look that big at the end. But one way or the other, Courtney Lynne is here and we love her! So, for those of you who are counting, she is the THIRD Rawlins granddaughter born in the space of 8 weeks. Clearly we are a productive, hard-working group.

 

So yeah, that's about it. Not a whole lot going on aside from the usual, everyday biznass. But I thought my mom might appreciate knowing that I'm still alive.

That is all.

Go about your day.

Six weeks. Or day four. However you want to look at it.

Little Miss Haley is six weeks today! Since I'll be playing the role of Horrible Mother, I'll point out that at stage right you'll see the space where there should be a post titled "1 month!" That post should - but does not, since it is not in existence - contain a picture of Haley doing something adorable, perhaps while wearing a onesie with a big number one on it or something.

I wouldn't know. I didn't do anything like that.

Haley, here's the deal. You're not getting a baby book. I'll keep a journal for you because I'm good at that. But I was good at writing down detailed minutiae only once in my life and it happened between 2003-2006. Cameron will get to be the recipient of my Awesome Mother-ness. You, however, get me. Horrible Mother. So to fulfill this role I will go ahead and slap some pictures and stats up on the old blog and call 'er good. Deal?

Thanks for not being able to talk yet. Because I'm sure you'd be spewing epithets.

But really you should THANK me for sparing you the agony of seeing your empty baby book on the shelf next to Cameron's fat, binding-breaking, filled-to-the-brim baby book and Miles' acceptably full baby book. Sophia is already in thrice-weekly therapy sessions to deal with the heartbreak over having a baby book containing just her name, weight and length. I'm not sure I'd even get to that part with yours.

But I do love you. Great keebler elves, how I love you. You with your sweet smiles and chubby cheeks. You make being the mom of four a lot easier than I thought it would be. Though, let's be honest. Grandma Of Wonders just left on Tuesday so I'm still new at this. But so far, so good. The house is almost spotless, dinner has been on the table every night and the laundry isn't piling up anywhere. So in Newborn Years that's not four days, that's closer to four months. Can I get an amen also too?