[photo dump friday]

It has really been a banner week around here.
I'm finally FINALLY back to normal after this c-section. It was a slow and painful recovery this time around (emphasis on both slow and painful) and I feel like I got my life back this week. Sam got Mom back, Katie got to have a Mom and my Mom got to be less caregiver more Grandma again. Win. Win. Win.
This is the happiest Friday Photo Dump in a long time. It was a good week. It was a great week. Smiles all around, even from Kate who decided to start smiling this happy week.
Here's how we did:

Sam likes to carry around this picture of Chuck's Mom and Sister all over the house. I hear him talking to them and I find them in weird places. This week, I found "Naaaaaan" and "Lala" in the toaster. That was my favorite.

He is a morning person. This is 6 am and looking out the window.

Super Sam was given a cape by my Mom's best friend, Christine. This is the best Christine gift ever, after the Air Zooka. The Air Zooka wedding gift is still tops.

I'm a good Mom. I'm a good Mom. I'm a good Mom.

Found out this week that Sam can climb chain link fences. He got about half way up this one in a quest to see the "dig digs".

She likes to hold her hands. It's adorable.

Kate was worried the bow was just too much.

Born to fly. Maybe next time he'll actually take off.

First walk to the park and it was heaven.

Sam was so happy to be outside with mom again. It's been awhile.

Pajama Fridays are a little crowded now that these two have joined the party. Thank God they are classic second borns. This is Miles, Lucas' little brother. He's three months old and a peach.

The Bigs at Pajama Friday. Play Doh adventures and Orange Juice dreams...

We'll end the week with her first smile. It's amazing how a smile can make it all worth it. That and finally her recognizing for all my hard work.

happy one month, Kate.

And we've kept her alive for a month! WAHOO! It's all down hill from here right?

Let's get you better acquainted with Miss Kate, shall we?

Katie Girl is a doll. She likes long naps, is a habitual over eater, and a convicted cuddle bug. Almost too much of a cuddle bug - that transition to her own crib is going reeeeal well (sarcasm at its best).

She spent the first half of her life only sleeping on me but has now transitioned to the space in the bed formerly known as "where Chuck sleeps". Chuck has transitioned to the guest room because our bed is not made for 3. The dream is for Kate to someday sleep in her own bed and Chuck to move back into our room, but right now - it's newborn survival mode.

Speaking of newborn survival mode, let's talk about Kate's behavior from 8 pm - 10 pm every night. It is most unbecoming of a lady. I wouldn't say it's colic - it's not three hours of screaming. It's definitely PM fussiness / "I am woman, hear me roar". And I get that.

During the day, she is lovely. Hardly a peep and easily calmed if she does speak up. Between 8 - 10, Lord have mercy. She cannot handle life. Someday, we will have a bedtime routine for her that doesn't involve me saying "SEE YA!" and going to bed at 8 while Chuck bounces and juggles until 10, when he brings her in and like a light, she's down for the count and sleeps hours. HOURS. 6, 7, I think we've even had an 8 hour stretch. She likes her sleep. She just doesn't like her evenings.

I have a theory that the PM fussiness is a ploy for attention because it basically starts the moment Sam goes to bed. It's like she wants to really make sure we notice her and she gets full parental attention for her only child time once Sam is down. We see you Kate. Oh we so see you.

All in all, we have decided to keep her and continue being a family of four.

Happy one month Kate.

First bath. Didn't cry for this one, but cried for all subsequent until just this last week. Way to grow and mature, Kaitlin.

First official photo as a foursome and first official "on the couch" photo. This was at two weeks old so erase some baby weight from my face.


Her life is exhausting.

thank god it's february.

I have been dying for February since January 6th.

Aside from the deep depression I'm in from the Super Bowl, February is exactly what I need. February means we've made it a month. A whooooole month. What? I'm celebrating the small stuff.

The bottom line with motherhood is that we need to steal the "it gets better" slogan, or at least borrow it because it is the truth. Which is why I've been holding on to February like it was a life saver. February would mean things are getting better and thank god, February is living up to its hype, two days in, IRregardless of what happened on the grid iron yesterday (SB49 is now Voldemort for me. It will never be named again).

But let's be REAL clear about something. I'm saying February is my "it gets better" month not my "everything is perfect and I'm wearing clean pants that definitely don't smell like spoiled milk" month.

This crap is hard. It's not easy and it's definitely taking its toll. Worth it? Of course. I'm sure I'll wear jeans again some day and my shirts won't be crusty with milk forever.

Until then...

It gets better.

She's sleeping amazingly well, he's loving her like she's the best thing since sliced bread (she is) and I have a circle of support and help so big I couldn't drown right now even if I tried. It keeps getting better.

I'll just keep it on repeat and keep on moving.
And keep you in the loop because right now, I think I need this blog more than ever.

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