Today was a fairly productive day. I feel like I'm finally getting the hang of this mother of four thing. Lately I have moments where I feel stuck and think that I will never be able to leave the house again because four kids is a lot, and then I have moments where I think to myself I got this. The morning seems to come earlier and earlier each day and Joseph has started waking up at night again. After setting up the crib it has taken us a while to figure out the bedrooms. Dressers had to be swapped to make more room and clothes were piled high everywhere. Finley has soaked through at least five outfits a day and the laundry seems never ending, but we are trucking along. I have managed to bake bread, fill the cookie jar and keep the kitchen pretty tidy so far this week. Joseph has started getting a little jealous of Finley and almost every time I sit down to nurse Joseph stands beside me crying his eyes out while begging me to play with him. One time today after a long ten minutes of crying, Joseph gave Finley the biggest glare while he angrily growled at him. Mike and I couldn't help but laugh, it was pretty funny. We are trying to work with him though and I'm sure he'll get over it soon.
Tonight I decided to make up some butter chicken and homemade naan bread for dinner. I passed Finley off to Camilla while I cooked. She gladly sat with him on the couch telling him how cute he was in her adorable little mothering voice. Every few minutes I would call out to her and make sure things were going alright. I continued working, measuring and mixing ingredients for the naan bread. Just as I started kneading the dough Camilla frantically told me to come help her. Finely decided to soak through another outfit and it leaked onto Camilla's favorite dress. "It's warm!" she said to me, her eyes brimming with tears. I scooped up Fin, consoled Camilla and went upstairs to quickly change the diaper. While I was changing it Joseph was pulling on my legs and pockets crying for something and Hyrum asked me three times to help him into his spiderman costume. Just as we finished up and started down the stairs I could smell our dinner burning. Finley was screaming to be fed and Joseph was still tugging at my pant legs for attention. I shut off the stove and sat myself down in a chair to feed the baby. My first reaction was to cry, but after replaying the whole thing in my mind I had to just smile. Thankfully I could salvage the chicken, and the naan turned out awesome, we just ended up eating an hour later then I had planned.
Lately I have just learned to roll with whatever comes our way. I have been trying to give up my vision of how things should be and enjoy them as they are. I love my kids, Mr. Stannix and our crazy house. I am excited to see what next year will bring!
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