Last night I attempted to bathe all three kids by myself (in our master bath) and I had the baby bathed and in the crib in my room, Clara was bathed and in her jammies, and as I was drying the oldest, I hear my husband yell "NOOOO", so I jumped up and he grabbed Clara out of the baby's crib. What was she doing? Obviously, she was shoving her toothbrush down his throat and guess what? He DID NOT LIKE IT. He was gagging and crying. My main job used to be keeping the kids fed, clean and happy. My only job now is to keep baby Sam alive.
This is Clara and Sam after the incident in big brother Vincent's chair. Clara's pajama's are on backwards, it's the only way to guarantee she'll keep them on.
She's one of a kind and my life would be too easy and boring if I didn't have her. My middle, the one I always wanted.
Now, on to bigger and sometimes better, my oldest, I adore him. He watches Clara act up and then he hugs me and says "I didn't do that did I mommy?" He's smart. He's clever. He's a kiss up. He thinks of 100 reasons why he cannot go to bed yet...he didn't hug me, he didn't kiss me, he didn't kiss Sam, he's hungry, he's thirsty, he forgot to tell me he loves me, he forgot our plans for tomorrow. He thinks I'm a sucker. He likes to wake up at 5 am. He wakes me up at 5 am by standing in my face until I acknowledge him. True to his sweet nature he asked me if I was waiting for him to come hug me...5 am. God bless him.
Clara, Sam, Vincent and cousin Shaman. I love these babies!!