Hello!

I'm going to give this thing another go. Of course, I picked a Tuesday to start again. The last like 10 posts have been Tuesdays so why not. I didn't even plan this.  Life is flying by in the blink of an eye and I know one day I will want to read about it. Plus if it weren't for this blog, Tucker's baby book that I finished when he was nearly 3 years old would be kind of thin. I'm half kidding. And since I'm 3 weeks into being back at work, I'll be able to do it consistently.

I'm going to start with a catch up on each family member then I'll recap March and April. Probably in 2 posts. I'll save May for What's up Wednesday.

We'll start with Danny. He is still at the same fire department he was at when I "came back" the last time and rocking it. This one keeps him busier but I think he kind of enjoys it. He took over the fire training for the department shortly after being hired and is organizing a training burn on a house that was donated to the department. It has him a bit stressed out, so any extra good thoughts and prayers for him would be appreciated :) He is also rocking this dad of 2 thing.

He's pretty much taken over bedtime with Tucker on nights that he is home. I try to do it when he is home some, but to keep Charlee's crying to a minimum is also nice. He isn't mowing this summer, except for my office, his sister's house and one other yard. It's been nice having him home a little bit more. I say a little bit because he is still teaching. We see each other occasionally haha.

Where do I even begin with this one?

Tucker is still a sour patch kid. Seriously, sour and then sweet. I'm sure most 3 year olds are, but man he gives us a run for our money almost daily. He loves his baby sister still. He has recently started calling her Danielle. He is playing tee ball this year. Well, he is on a tee ball team. There's SOME playing going on. He spends most of the games trying to not play.

He has a game tonight and we've had a couple talks about how he needs to listen. We are pretty confident that he is doing the not listening and playing in the dirt to be defiant and not because he doesn't actually like tee ball. He had a blast the first 2 practices, so I think its just 3 year old shenanigans. But when he is sweet he is the sweetest. He is obsessed with giving hugs and kisses, randomly tells me he loves me, picks dandelions for gifts, pulls chairs out for his Gigi, buys flowers for her and Mamaw, and occasionally tells me I'm the best or that I make the best whatever food he is eating. We signed him up for preschool, which will start in August. That's only like 10 weeks from now and will be here before I know it.

Charlee is babying.

Eating, sleeping, eating, crying, eating, spitting up and then more eating. Seriously though, she eats all the time. At her 2 month appointment, she weighed 10lbs 1oz, which is  more than 4 lbs over what she weighed when she left the hospital. If she's awake, she wants to eat. She will eat until she gets sick and then start rooting for more. She does it more now that I've gone back to work since she doesn't get to nurse during the day. Her sleep is pretty good. I consistently get 5 hours the first stretch. Of course I only get about 3.5 or 4 hours by the time the nightly chores are done, but it's okay. Last night she gave me 7 and I think I know how to get that out of her again. She rolled belly to back about 3 weeks ago and is always moving. The nurses commented on her squirminess in the hospital and its gotten worse haha. Makes nursing interesting. She is firmly in 3 month clothes and yesterday even wore a 3-6 month shirt, so she is growing like a weed.

I am doing okay. I am surviving. The first few weeks after Charlee was born were great. I was successfully breastfeeding, I was sleeping 3-4 hours at a time and I felt like I had a good handle on life. Then I didn't. I would have a few good days and then I'd have a day or two that were terrible. I eventually went to the doctor for postpartum depression. I'll write more on that another day, but things have improved tremendously. Going back to work helped. I would love to be home snuggling my newest baby, but my mental health needs routine and maternity leave was the opposite of that for me. I love routine and need routine if my ADD isn't medicated.

 

That's where we are at as of today. Now that its nearly 11 am I should do something productive for my professional life. I look forward to catching up more!