My little Houdini is up to some tricks lately. It started with taking his shirt off a few days ago, and has escalated into finding him naked this morning in his crib. Andrew had wormed his way out of the neck of his footie pajamas, but fortunately his diaper was still on. I’m waiting for the day I find him completely naked.
As if that weren’t enough, the sneaky little guy has started pooping in the bathtub every time he bathes. Seriously. I don’t think I’ve changed a dirty diaper all week. He’s saving it up for the bath. I’m wondering if he just doesn’t like the feel of poop in his diaper now, so he’s going in the tub instead? Or is it that the warm water makes him go? Moms, please weigh in on this one. Please. My husband is tired of bleaching bathtub toys and the tub. Seriously.
I’m not looking to potty train my 19 month old, but we’re probably going to try to make him potty before bathtime. Something’s gotta give!
The kids are still in love with the baby.
Alexandre is stretching out his nighttime feedings to about 4 hours apart. Last night, he ate around 11 pm, 3 am, and nearly 7 am. I was one happy mom when I woke up this morning.
He leaked through his diaper and pooped on my bedding last weekend. This is exactly why I switched to a duvet and cover a year ago. As long as we’re in the poop and spit up stage of life, everything needs to be washable. No “dry clean only” bedding over here!
Isabelle, my 3 1/2 year old, is both a handful and a huge help all at once. She’s not great at sharing, so I’m constantly refereeing between Andrew and Izzy. But she’s so sweet to both of them and has a great time playing chase with Andrew. She has also learned to fold wash cloths and she’s getting better at cleaning her room too. Already, Isabelle has learned to dislike mess and to make lists. I can’t imagine where she gets this from!
She loves to help with the baby, and when she heard him fussing one day last week, she declared “Mommy, Alexandre is hungry. He needs some of your famous milk.” Oh my.
I’m feeling much better, just tired, like any mom with a newborn. I have all these clever blog posts written in my head, but I never have time when the kids are up, and by the time naptime rolls around, I have no brain cells left to write well. Such is the plight of a mother.
I firmly believe that my children are one of many tools that God uses to sanctify me. Lately, I’ve really been learning patience, and I practiced my Michelle Duggar voice during our first trip to Walmart with the three of them. I’m also learning that no matter how busy or how tired I am, my morning must start off with time in the Word. It sets my perspective for the day.
We still have pajama days around here, although they’re becoming less common. Next week, all of our usual activities will be in full swing, like MOPS, Bible study, and AWANA, so I’ll get to experience the full force of motherhood to three little bitties.