Pity Me.

I'm getting a wisdom tooth pulled out today. {My other three are long gone.}

Although I will be glad when the procedure is complete {this particular wisdom tooth has wrecked some of the effects of my 10th grade braces...} I am not excited about this.

I'm hoping for the best possible outcome.

Easy out. Little pain.

Wish me luck!

The Quiet Time, Mostly

I've been getting up between 6 a.m. and 7 a.m. recently. I'd say waking up, but with a new baby I've been waking up at all hours. This morning I was certainly awake at 6 a.m. but decided to try and get a little more shut eye. I shut my eyes, but I think that's about all I got. I'd forgotten how noisy babies can be in their sleep. But the past four weeks have proven that babies don't have to be awake to keep you awake. Sleep deprivation: it's a lovely thing.

But there is something wonderful about being the only one up in the morning. Having a little bit of quiet time to think through a few things, read a few things, organize for the day. It's something I've always wanted to do, and these days I don't have much of a choice. By six o'clock Caleb has most certainly joined me in bed and is making little sniffing and snuffing noises. He sounds like a horse. A small horse to be sure, but still, a horse. My muscles are stiff and achy so getting up and moving around a little bit feels good.

In any case I am awake now. I think there are a few children stirring downstairs, which means they will all be stirring shortly. Time to marshall the ranks into getting their breakfast eaten and their jobs done. And maybe time to have a nice warm shower for my sore muscles.

~ It's Wonderful, It's Wonderful, It's Wonderful ~ Good Luck My Babe~ Chips, Chips ...

Going on 10+ months without a decent night's sleep, add in post-partum hormones and some mouthy grumpy kids; I take a look at my current parenting skills, flash forward to when all these children are teenagers, and I have a realization: I'm screwed.

And now I shall eat some key lime pie. Hooray for a good graham cracker crust. And some good music.

I've never been too fond of a parade anyway

We did not get up and go to the Grand Parade this morning.

Perhaps that seems like a travesty seeing as parades for celebrating Independence Day are as American as apple pie, baseball and all that stuff. But so.

We've had a weekend of our own Grand Events (Toy Story 3, Fireworks, ice cream, ice cream, more ice cream!) and late nights and all that combined with a new baby has made for some very very happy times, and some very very sad times. Also, a lack of jobs being done and a lack of piano being practiced, and a lack of patience evidenced, as well as a lack of sleep for everyone and not just mom with new baby.

But despite the failed game of Loot last night, the ice cream sundaes were good (ice cream!).

And so it was: no parade this morning. The kids are unaware it even happened, which is surprising, except that we've had so much going on, they haven't had time to think through things, I guess. We shan't enlighten them.

Although we still have one more evening of festivities (this evening), today is an exercise in attempting to get back to normal, whatever normal is. I think it involves cold cereal for breakfast, piano practicing done by lunch and the lawn watered in happy fashion.

The back lawn has been watered. Some practicing of the piano has been done. Some jobs are finished. Ben made pancakes for breakfast, but we're easing in, I guess. Do not throw me a parade however. We've a way to go yet and the confetti and horses would just be a distraction.

We are avoiding parades for the sake of sanity.