An hour (or so) of my life

Imagine this. I'm being all domestic and making my own yogurt. I'm carefully watching as I warm the milk to 180 degrees. Alaina is at pre-school, Lincoln is playing and talking to me, Elissa is sleeping. This is bliss.

Then, in his wanderings, Lincoln remembers he has a little sister to adore and starts kissing and hugging her in her bouncy seat. I call him off her, but the damage is done. She's starting to wake up. My bliss is waning a little.

But I'm the mother of 3 now, I can handle this. So, I pick her up, imagining I can stir, consult my unreliable thermometer and hold a baby at the same time. But, as I pick her up I realize she has poop all up her back and must be changed. So I decide to change her quickly before the milk starts boiling. Bliss is shattered.

Race to the room and commence nappy change while trying unsuccessfully to convince Lincoln I don't need him to pull all of the wipes out of the box. Elissa puts her foot in her own poop. Try to remove outfit without soiling child further. Clean her up. Place in cot. Wash hands. Check the milk 170 degrees. Change my own shirt that has acquired some of the abundant poop. pick up Elissa. Check milk. Try unsuccessfully to convince Lincoln not to return all the spoons he has been playing with to the drawer. Realize I have no hope of sorting them out from the others and concede another victory to a 2 year old. Check the milk.

Breastfeed standing at the stove. Milk is ready. Remove it from the heat to cool. Trip over toy bus. Finish feeding Elissa on the couch while repeatedly blowing up a balloon and watching it fly around the room. Put some clothes on Elissa. Finish the yogurt. Get Elissa to sleep miraculously while being followed by a very loud toy train and it's master. Eat a fun sized butterfinger. Get some lunch. Watch "know or go" on the Ellen Degeneress show. Laugh out loud. Watch Lincoln fall asleep in the floor. Bliss has returned. Anticipate picking Alaina up, knowing that this bliss too, will be short lived.

Decide I don't need bliss.

One Month

I'm a little late posting it, but this is what Elissa looked like on her one-month birthday. We really can't believe how big she is getting.

And her fan club continues to enjoy her. They run into our room in the mornings and go straight to her cot. She has started smiling some and I could stare at her all day just waiting to see it.

For those not on Facebook

Some pictures I uploaded today. I think Elissa is looking quite different. She is just beautiful and a real joy, which is funny since she keeps me awake way more than I care for.

Presenting!

Alaina's very first public performance was on Sunday at her Primary Presentation. She was supposed to wear red, yellow, or blue. All we had was this red shirt, so I made this skirt out of a pillow cover I bought in Ikea's "as is" bin (I love that place). I had planned on making Lincoln an apron out of it, but there's enough left to still do that.

For someone who loves to run up to the stand, she wasn't too keen on sitting up there. I can't really blame her though, she was a little unsure of what was happening. She only got to do one practice and when she went to say her part, they told her something totally different from what she had been practicing (and I subsequently discovered she's been going to the wrong sunbeams class all year). So, they decided simply saying "I am a child of God" would work. Which she did, but the mic wasn't on. Then she got stuck by the straight pin that was holding the paper heart to her shirt and walked back to her seat crying. When I saw she was bleeding I motioned for her to come down, but on her way the Primary President stopped her (seeing only a child trying to escape) when she realized Alaina's cries were coming through the (now working) microphone, she handed her off to the Bishop, who tried to calm her till I just had to walk up to the stand and get her.
So, she spent the majority of the rest of Sacrament meeting sobbing about her injury. I'm glad I took these pictures before church and I hope the memory of it has gone by next year, when we'll have Primary Presentation, take 2!