It's been about three years since the last true newborn was in the house. Scary huh? You forget so much in those formative years... and while I'm no where near super mom, I definately feel that I do enough to slide by feeling successful (as I shoo the older boys out of the kitchen so I can blog, but I digress...)
When Joel and Kaeden were babies there wasn't a moment I wasn't fawning all over them... trying anything and everything to make them smile... to increase our bond, and I believe I achieved this (just ask my "they scream for you everytime you leave" poor husband). And... now with the addition of yet another "blue squad" baby... I'm off doing the same, bonding and being a goof. And it hit me this morning.... in the midst of the cries to God Almighty "Why, why me?!" (dealing with a lot of challenging testing behavior with the big boys) I thought... when was the last time you made a fool of yourself with Joel and/or Kaeden? When was the last time I got onto the ground and made MY dinosaur train fly through the air, crashing into whatever make believe dinosaur was in it's way and had all the crazy people that were on the train fly out screaming "ahhhhh!!" ...yeah, not recently.
So, while I think nothing of doing stupid things to make Carter smile... I'm going to attempt, constructively, with conscious awareness, to do the same with the older kiddo's who deserve and need my attention and stupidity as well. ...how else will they grow up and realize they need to rebel from their mom and act appropriate?? (kidding, kidding).
While I feel badly and I hold guilt, another thing on my mind is that I will likely update Carter's blog moreso than Joel and Kaeden's blogs. I feel like the first year goes SO fast that documenting anything and everything is SO important (because when he's 20 he'll want to know the exact date that he first rolled over or sat up, right?). So... yeah, momma guilt. Isn't it lovely? Haven't had that yet (shocks my friends... but I feel like parenting, without the death of ones self or any others, three children within a year of one another, was enough "success" to last at least five years without parental guilt... no??)
That being said... the natives are getting restless (or is that wrestle-less... if only). Til next time...
