Cooper slept 9 hours in his own room last night-- from 8 to 5. After he ate at 5, he drifted back to sleep (after many minutes of smiling and cooing) at around 6. I took advantage of a still quiet house (big boys asleep; Ben getting dressed to teach downstairs so he wouldn't wake the baby) to jump up and get a head start on my day. Since 6 this morning, I have pumped for my freezer stash; bagged the milk; washed the pump; assembled a pasta, sausage and cheese casserole for dinner (including cooking the meat and the noodles); made Harry and Jack breakfast; made their beds; wrestled them into their clothes; supervised their grooming routines; switched the laundry; fed the baby again; worked out on my elliptical; walked Harry to school; fed the baby again; watched Mega Mind with Jack while doing some work; dozed while Coooper napped and Jack played around me; switched the laundry again; fed the baby again; made lunch for Jack and me. Phew!
I have a lofty goal for today: get dressed in jeans. I finally took your advice and bought fat pants. But they are not that fat-- a perfectly respectable size, actually-- just not a size I'd like to buy. Specifically one size bigger than some of my jeans and 2 sizes bigger than others.
I might also fold some laundry.
There's always the thrilling question: can I clean up lunch before it's time to feed the baby again? And, can I get dressed in those fat jeans before my husband comes home mid afternoon? Oh! And what the heck am I going to do once I cross all those super important items off the list?
How do I stand all of the excitement?
Jack at the farmers market enjoying an always in season donut:
Random milestone alert! Cooper has outgrown the Moby wrap's newborn hug hold and has graduated to the hug hold-- see his dangling feet?