Please don't judge me

I have always understood that something that comes with a new baby is zero sleep. New babies eat every two to three hours that means someone in the house has to be awake for each of these feedings. In most cases this responsibility falls on mom (she is the food after all).

I have been very surprised at how well my body has adjusted to being awake every few hours. With Elliot I had a hard time but this time around I seem to be alert, and for the most part pleasant. Somewhere around my eight month of pregnancy Steven and I stopped getting tired we thought it was our bodies ways of prepping us for the sleepless nights to come. I was grateful to my body but that gratitude has worn off.

My body is now used to staying up past midnight without getting tierd so I make it to bed around one. Then I am up three or four times during the night to feed Malcolm, Elliot wakes up at least once a night for an hour or two, and it always seems to be when Malcolm is asleep. Please don't read this wrong, I am not comlaining I am explaining.

I feel rested I get the sleep that I need the problem is I am getting that sleep at the wrong time.
When my alarm goes off at 9:15 (I know this sounds late to some of you but I am not a morning person) I cannot seem to get myself up, Malcolm has calmed Stevens side of the bed and Elliot is playing in his room. I turn off the alarm and sleep till somewhere around eleven or even sometimes noon.

What I want is for my body to get tiered around nine or ten like it used too so I can get myself up and have a day with my boys that doesn't start with Breakfast at one and staying in our pajamas till three.

I have great kids the fact that Elliot will play in his room every morning for hours on end without complaining is a blessing. Steven is a great help through the night with Elliot and Malcolm even though he cant sleep in. I really do have it good and after two weeks I cant expect our routine to be prefect. I just hate how lazy I feel when I caunt get out of bed.

So we had a baby

Malcolm Simon Hopkins was born on Tuesday the 13th of October. He was 8 pounds and half an ounce and 20 inches long. Malcolm came into our lives somewhere around 2:54pm with the darkest hair we have seen. He has been awesome to have around. He is pretty chill which is a bigger blessing then you can believe because Elliot has moved into the next phase of his life the Terrible Twos. I was worried how Elliot would handle the new baby but they have gotten along great. For the most part they ignore each other, every now and then Elliot will give Malcolm a hug or a pat and then be on his way forgetting that there is a baby in the house.




Yesterday we had our first family adventure out. We went to a pumpkin patch and picked out our Halloween pumpkin. Elliot thought the pumpkins were balls so every time he got a hold of one tried to bounce it. It was nice to spend some time outside and to have Steven with us it made for a great day.

Q and A

Q:How do you know it is time to eat a bowl of Reese's puffs?

A:When the Macaroni and Cheese you made for lunch is all over the carpet!

Q:How do you know it is time to vacuum your carpet?

A:When after you pick up all the macaroni noodles off the ground, what was supposed to be your lunch is now hairier then your head!

Bubbles

The weather this week has been amazing we have turned off the air and opened all the windows. Every now and then you can smell Fall. I am so excited because Fall is my favorite everything. Its my favorite color, my favorite smell, my favorite time of year. Everything is better in the fall.I am so excited that is just around the corner.

Since it was so nice, on Monday Elliot and I decided to blow some bubbles. I didn't get very many pictures of bubbles because I was the official bubble blower and I couldn't blow bubbles and hold the camera at the same time. So here are some pictures, enjoy!

A New Look

For some reason it has been hard for me to post on this blog. I think it is because I am not very confident in my writing abilities.

I married a writer. So it has been easy for me to think of this as our blog that he writes. With Steven getting busier with school and work while Elliot and I grow bigger everyday, I felt like it was time for me to grow up a little and start adding some posts.

I have always felt like you have to be a cutesy mom to have a blog. So today I spent a little too much time redoing our blog in hopes that it will make me feel cutesy and give me the courage to keep blogging.

I spoke too soon

Never mind the previous post. Today has been a nightmare. Elliot has gone on a sleeping strike.

Sleeping like a baby

Elliot has been sleeping in his big boy bed for about a week now. It has been such an easy transition. I don't know why it has been easy maybe he is still young enough that he doesn't fully understand or maybe he has decided to skip this battle saving the energy for the next. Either way it has been cake and I am not complaining. He wasn't sleeping badly in his crib but I still had a few reasons to upgrade his sleeping situation. About once a night he would drop a pacifier (he only gets them in bed) and cry for us to come and get it. I thought if he could get out of bed himself he could pick up the dropped pacifier and get back in. I have learned that he is too asleep to know what is going on, but he has been dropping his pacifiers a lot less. In the mornings he would sit quietly in his crib waiting for Steven or I to come get him. This made me feel bad because I am not a morning person and Steven leaves early for work on weekdays so I didn't know how long he was sitting there waiting to play with his toys. That is usually the first thing he would do when I lifted him to the ground is run to his toy box and pick up a toy that he had been eyeing from his crib. His room is baby proofed so I figured if he gets up and wants to play let him. This concept of getting himself out of bed in the morning has been a slow one for him to grasp. He will still be sitting in is bed in the mornings when I walk in. He stands up hands me his pacifier and says "up". But I don’t have to feel bad because now it is his choice to still be in bed not mine. He is however starting to make the connection that he can get himself out of bed. At 3am last night I heard him playing with toys I wanted to see what he would do so I let him play. When I checked on him at 4:30am he had fallen back to sleep on the floor next to his bed. Hopefully next time he will take that extra effort to climb back into bed, either way he is learning.
When I was looking for pictures of Elliot in his crib I realized that we have no proof that he ever slept in it. But here are some pictures I found of him sleeping.