If you leave a 3 year old with markers...

You just might want to make sure that they are washable!

(Which they are. I don't care how much extra it is, I have learned the hard way it is cheaper in the long run!)

In my defense, I didn't REALLY leave him, I just moved to the couch while I fed Selah. I can see him from the couch, so I guess I was just not paying attention! Hmm, could be that sleep deprivation catching up with me.

I told Jonah he could not hold Selah while I made lunch, as I wanted to eat lunch before having to feed her again. SO... he just pulled up a chair and WATCHED her SLEEP! Talk about infatuation!

The boys released the butterflies last night. They were sad that they flew off so quickly! They had hoped to recapture them with their nets a few times. No such luck... not that I blame the butterflies one bit!


Can't resist adding another picture of the BABY! Since her crib hardware is still MIA, she has a basket to sleep in downstairs. Of course the cover shrunk when I washed it, so I will have to make a new one- but she will probably be too big for it by the time I do! Why do they NEVER seem to preshrink stuff? GRRR...

She's two weeks old today. Hard to believe. But, I am grateful too, as I am feeling much better- and much more tired- smile. My belly is not longer quite so frightening, which my children did not hesitate to point out. Noah asked if there was another baby in there- and maybe we'd have TWO babies on the weekend! Thankfully not, don't think I could handle that right now! The lady who cut Noah's hair last week asked if we were having another boy. HELLO, the baby was not but 5 feet away! Thankfully she was only 6 days old so I did not feel TOO horrible. But I thought my shirt hid it well that day. I will not be wearing that one again , I assure you! And Jonah just wanted to know why my belly was still so big when the baby wasn't in there anymore. Just another one of those evil things about life, I suppose. Bryan has been a bit kinder. He has mentioned a couple of time how much smaller my belly looks. I am taking that as a compliment no matter what the intention had been! (As if the belly wasn't enough, I tore my very last back up contact a week and a half ago, and have had to wear my glasses since then. I look terrible, and just can't seem to motivate myself to call the eye doctor. Probably because it is going to cost a fortune, since Bryan needs to go, too. Ahh, maybe tomorrow!)
Actually, I forgot. Bryan did make a comment last week wondering how many people thought that I was already pregnant with our fourth child. If looks could kill... I assured him that anyone with half a brain would realize that with a baby that small, I couldn't possibly be that far along.
Mean ol' hubby.