Hello everyone! I know, it has been a few weeks since I have posted. I attempted to update earlier this week, and this post is almost complete, sitting in my “drafts” folder, but I just couldn’t finish it. I couldn’t find a way to make it interesting, I am still lacking inspiration in the worst way. You would think having two awesome kids and a great husband, I would be FULL of inspiration and want to post every single day, but that just isn’t so, especially when my life doesn’t include much else at the moment. My life consists of:
Diapers, breast feeding, spit up, work, pizza, Yo! Gabba Gabba, not cleaning, tantrums, exhaustion, exceedingly hot weather, complaining about exceedingly hot weather, worrying about money, and anticipating school.
The “not cleaning” thing has not been due to a lack of trying. Over the weekend, we actually made plans to clean. We were going to devote the entirety of Saturday to cleaning the shit out of this house, but then I was really tired, and Vance wanted to play video games, and I had to work in the evening, so Saturday was completely wasted. Sunday, on the other hand, we got up, and I did the laundry, and Vance did the dishes, and even though I came down with Gastritis for the 5th or 6th time in my life, I kept going, though with frequent breaks due to aching stomach and fussy, fussy baby. Vance’s version of “cleaning” included 10 minutes of work, and then 25 minute breaks to play MineCraft. I’m not entirely innocent; my breaks were taken to watch documentaries on Netflix. “We got a lot done today in a short amount of time. We should be proud of ourselves” Vance says, even though the bathrooms are still disgusting, and the kitchen floor is still littered with those wrappers that cover juice box straws, thanks to our 3 yr old. That only accounts for some of the mess. We didn’t get as much done as I wanted, as I pictured. I got as much done as my energy level allowed. And even today, I am still tired, and my stomach is still burning. I’ll be lucky if a load of laundry gets put away today, or if the dishwasher gets emptied. Our lives have been turned upside down since baby Archer was born, but unfortunately, my desires and standards haven’t. This means I’m in a constant state of complete frustration.
But luckily, Archer is still cute, and getting cuter every day. He turned 2 months old on the 14th. According to his Doctor’s measurements, he is 12 1/2 lbs, and only 21 inches long, as long as the average newborn. He is a basketball, just like his daddy was when he was a baby. He has fat rolls I didn’t even know could exist on his little body, and he has the shortest legs I have ever seen. It’s as though his torso and arms grew, but his legs still haven’t. What’s really funny is that his head is on the smaller side, and he has tiny little hands and feet. (Deven, on the other hand, looks like me, has a big head, and big hands and feet. Nature is cruel.) So to get an idea of where Archer is headed, picture Vance with a small head and tiny hands and feet, and you’ll have Archer. And a good laugh.
He is also smiling, and cooing, and gurgling when he is awake and not fussing, which is unfortunately not often enough. He likes to play with toys, like the ones on his bouncy seat, and he can now rub his eyes and suck on his hands. He is a very different baby from Deven, who was always happy and laid-back, the perfect “first-timer” baby. This one is fussy, and not afraid to express his ever-abundant anger. He needs constant cuddling and rarely falls asleep on his own. But at least he sleeps 6 hours a night in his own bed.
And then there is Deven, who is still struggling with sharing the spotlight. I didn’t expect to get better anytime soon or anything. It’s a struggle trying to find ways to split my attention between both of my very-demanding kids, and taking care of household things, and trying not to lose my mind all at the same time. I’m grateful for things like pacifiers and “Yo! Gabba Gabba (totally getting me through this post right now), and valium. Lets not forget that last one.