Getting dressed

This morning Sam got himself dressed. His outfit consisted of a red and green Polar Express Christmas Shirt, THREE pairs of underwear pulled on OVER his diaper and his onesie, a pair of black sweatpants and a pair of bright orange pumpkin socks. He won't win any fashion awards but, but I am so proud of him because he did it himself.

Bedtime

Pedro does such a great job getting Levi to sleep.

Fun with Sam!

Sam is so much fun and becoming such a good big brother!

I'm back!

We are all happily adjusting to life with another little boy. This week I have even managed to clean the house several times, make dinner twice, and snuggle with all three of my boys...separately. Last week was my first week taking care of Sam and Levi all by myself. I was a little nervous, (mainly about lifting Sam) but everything went as smoothly as possible. Sam had quite a few time outs and tantrums at first. He is doing much better now and seems to be loving his brother. Yesterday, I caught him standing at the swing rubbing Levi's arms. Sam loves to let me know that Levi is crying and needs me. He drops everything he is doing and screams "UH OH! BABY!"

We're ready whenever you are.....

Diapers- check
Clothing unpacked and washed and hanging in closet- check
Swing, bassinette, bouncy seat, pack-n-play, infant carseat- check
Blankets, burp clothes, bibs- check
Hospital bag packed- check
Well-rested family- check
3 weeks of false labor- check

Hmmmm.......I think we are just waiting on you, Levi.

Poor Fishy

I am pretty sure that Sam's little beta fish is on his last legs. He isn't swimming around much and I don't think he has eaten in a while. We moved him into the dining room thinking maybe the change would perk him up a little and some extra light would be good for him. His bowl has been in the middle of our dining room table where I thought Sam wouldn't be able to get to it. Haha. Yesterday, I was slicing some apples and all of the sudden it got very quiet. I turned around and there was Sam, on his knees in the middle of the dining room table with his hand as far in the fish bowl as he could get it. Fifi the fish has now been moved to a shelf on the baker's rack. I think he is safe there.
A few hours later, I left Sam sitting in the recliner with a blanket so I could get a snack for myself. I heard a huge thud and then crying and ran back into the living room to see that he had tried to climb from the recliner into the pack-n-play and knocked everything over including himself. Some days I feel like I can't leave him alone for even a minute! And of course, yesterday turned out to be a nap-free day as well.