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.