In the Knick of Time

For Father's Day I had already picked out my husband's gift. He hadn't been very discreet about what he wanted.
So, he received a gun. Not just any gun, no.
A big honkin' NERF gun. Boys. **eyeroll*

A gift for my dad, on the other hand... well, I could manage that. I started some socks for him on May 30th. I assumed I would finish them in time for Christmas. At least, that's what my track record suggests. My first pair of socks took me about 4 months. I know. 

Miraculously, I finished them on the Wednesday before Father's Day. Mailed them Thursday. He received them on Saturday. Just in time.

These are pictures of my husband modeling the socks. They're a little big on him because I made them for my dad, who happens to be larger than my husband... but isn't everyone?

My dad claims he will never wear them just to get me back for refusing to use the wooden spoon he hand carved for me. Cruel.

Sunday Sharing

This week in history:
June 2007

One of my very favorite pictures of Abbie. 

Also, hilariousness and a tiny Miles (he was totally sporting one of those rub-on tattoos around his belly button.... I remember that he ended up getting a tan line from it.)

Speaking Of...

Quite a few of you noticed in my last post the hilarious thing I failed to point out.

Libby... firmly latched onto Abbie's shoulder. Abbie just kept giggling.

Well, sure. It's funny.

That is, until you realize that your eldest daughter just received her first hickey. Nice.

If you had five kids...

none of which were in school.... you probably would struggle to find time for blogging too.

Well-Rested

I am certain that as soon as I type this blog post and hit "Publish" things will change, but I just  wanted to brag on my girl.

None of my babies have slept in my room past 2 months. I just find that both baby and I sleep better when we're in different rooms. I will wake up to every little tiny sound they make and I don't really give them the opportunity to learn to put themselves back to sleep. I just works that much better to have them in another room... one where I can hear them if they really wake up and start crying, but not where I wake up at their slightest sound.

Unfortunately, in this house, such a room does not exist. The kids' bedrooms are on the completely opposite side of the house and upstairs. I am certain that Libby would wake up the girls before she ever woke me up. And having three children awake is not ideal.

So, Libby has been sleeping in our room in the Pack N Play. And as a testament to what an amazingly wonderful kid she is... having her in my room doesn't bother me one bit. Her little noises don't wake me up. And she RARELY wakes up in the night. She's in bed by 9pm and wakes up around 6am.  I feed her and she falls back to sleep until 8 or 9am.

She takes WONDERFUL naps too! 

I'm one very spoiled mama. And I can't recall a time that I felt as well-rested so soon after having a baby.
I love my Bibby.

Ain't she a doll?
(And yes, she's a tummy sleeper.)