A poem, that is not mine.

I saw this poem on facebook and thought it was so true. I could have written it.  Maybe I did and then fell asleep and someone stole it. I don't remember, short term memory loss is pretty consistent with sleep deprivation.
I didn't write it.  Melissa Sher did.
I would never use *'s in my expletives.
Here it is:

The small hand on the clock points to the five.
The cities and the suburbs are quiet.
But me? I've been up for more than an hour.
Oh, isn't being a new mom a riot?

At four a.m. my newborn got hungry.
I had to feed him to silence his fit.
Now he snores with breast milk dotting his lips. 
And I'm so tired I can hardly stand it.

Yes, I'm tired, exhausted and bitter.
Can't you tell I'm at the end of my wits?
My poor brain is fried and my body hurts.
Sleep deprivation is truly the pits.

Everybody says to sleep when he sleeps.
Folks who say it think that they are brilliant.
But I need to eat, to bathe, and to pee.
Sleeping is hard to do with an infant.

Six uninterrupted hours would be great.
But I'd take four if my babe would permit.
Because when you're a newborn's open bar,
When you rest, you only rest for a bit.

Every time I sit down to eat dinner,
Or try crossing laundry off of my list,
Whenever I hope to call back a friend,
My son will cry and those cries are legit.

Wait! I'll lie down and close my eyes right now,
Even if it is just for a minute.
I'll do what they say: I'll sleep when he sleeps!
Oh, never mind. He is awake now. Sh*t.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/melissa-sher/oh-sht-im-so-tired-a-poem-for-new-mothers_b_5622137.html?ncid=fcbklnkushpmg00000037

D in Superseat

He doesn't look very happy. He is.

Reverting back to old toys

A has been crawling back into the exersaucer to play. He sometimes gets both legs through the holes, sometimes just one and puts the other one wherever he can fit it. When he is finished he either tries to dive out of it, or yells "mama stuck!" 1000x until I come get him out. 

D is just chilling on my lap. 

T and A in the pool

Today we took Tessa to the pool. She played with Attison the whole time and I just held baby D. 

Again with the drainage trough...

I love my brother.

Kids Tri

This morning Dennis and I volunteered for the Kids Triathlon. Afterwards we had a picnic with our friend Wendy's house (mom of Kristi, the race director.) Steph used to slave for months over this event, it is nice to just show up, help where I am needed, and take all the balloons and extra apples home.  We made about 20 jars of apple butter and it is AWESOME.

Library toys