Three weeks?

What happened? I "just" had a baby, now he will be 3 weeks old tomorrow! It seems like he has been a part of our family forever, and yet it seems like 3 weeks just went by too fast.

Samuel is such a good baby. He hates diaper changes and lotion, so he gets a good lung workout for those, but otherwise he just doesn't cry much. He sleeps well most of the time. Sometimes he sleeps well in the day and not at night......... we'd like that to change, lol. Sam has even given a couple of real smiles. (don't tell us it was gas, we believe.....) He makes us laugh when he puckers up his super plump lips, its just so cute!
I'm going to have to post his story one of these days. God told us almost 7 years ago that we would have Samuel.

Little boy blue.......

It is so funny what little kids will do sometimes, and it is very important to get this stuff written down so you can bring it up as they get older!
My now 17yo son, Drew, got into much trouble as a toddler. One day I went to see what the quiet little Drew Monster was up to. I found him in his room, completely naked. Now that wasn't so bad, he liked being naked and did that often, it was the color of his skin that wasn't so funny. He was blue. From head to toe, blue. Yes, he was breathing. The little stinker had taken a blue marker and colored himself blue. Head to toe. Cracks and creases. Yes, EVERYWHERE. Yes, those little boy parts, and even between the butt cheeks.
I was mad. I couldn't even talk to him. I told him to stay put until Daddy got home. Thankfully daddy was on his way home.
Mad mommy sent now mad daddy in to deal with the little boy blue. Daddy says "Drew, were you naughty?" and that blue little boy says in his most indignant voice "I not naughty, I a 'murf!"
When we picked ourselves off the floor from laughing so hard, we washed him up and loved him silly.
Two weeks earlier we had gone to Smurf Wallaby Park in Metz, France, and Drew was apparently very impressionable at that age.
Oh, and my Little Boy Blue, who is now way bigger than I am, says its just fine to post this on the WWW. He's such a good sport!

Got milk?

This picture is of Hope-Anne and Samuel.

Sunday after church my husband suprised me by taking me out on a date. My oldest dd wanted to babysit Sam, so I expressed some milk for him. Then we decided that we were going to be too far away for them to have to deal with him if he started screaming or wouldn't eat from a bottle, so we took him with us.
After some shopping and a movie we called home. Donnie could here Trinity (nearly 3yo) screaming in the background so he asked what happened to her. Kaytlin found her drinking Samuel's bottle and took it away from her, LOL.
When we got home I asked her if she drank Samuel's bottle, and she said yes, and I asked her if she likes momma's milk and she got a crooked grin on her face and answered "yes." We're going to have to be careful around here!

A lullabye

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
and out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
but I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Look who's having a 100th post contest!

Jenny at Home is where you start from is having a contest for her 100th post!
I know I love contests and freebies!

Bitter Sweetness

I have always wanted to have a large family. Even before I was in high school I wanted at least 5 kids. I wouldn't change it for the world, either. But while it is sweet to have a newborn son, it is a bitter sweet moment to have a 17 yo son who has a beard AND having a newborn son.
I never saw that coming.

(I also have a 13yo who has a mustache, yikes! My 11yo at least hasn't started the facial hair yet.)

Our new family picture

Here is the very first pictures of our whole family since Samuel's birth. He is 9 days old in this picture. Hopefully we'll be able to get the kids all dressed nice tonight and get my mother to take some family pictures for our Christmas cards. That would be so much easier than going to Walmart!
Everything is going wonderfully with the baby. He is "finally" sleeping at night really well. He rarely cries, except for baths and diaper changes. He's just so tiny and beautiful and content. He's up to 6lbs 5 ozs and almost 19 1/2 inches long.
Trinity is a little jealous, though she adores Samuel, but she is acting quite contrary and even downright grumpy and mean sometimes. Never at Sam. He's "so toot" to her. (cute comes out toot)
The older kids aren't jealous, though Devon can't believe we're talking about number 8 already, lol. He thinks our family is just perfect now. (he doesn't like change) I hope that if we have more kids that they come before Drew moves out in a couple of years. I just want some time with all my kids at home before they start moving out.