Look Mom, No Hands!

That should be punctuated as Look! Mom = No Hands.

Having a newborn is a challenge. Having a newborn and a five year old adjusting to having a newborn is even more of a challenge. It's working itself out slowly.

G is having a rough time when it comes to M's time and attention. G wants all of M's attention. He doesn't want to share with NJ and even these days I am questionable. Tonight he didn't want to share M's attention with food. M asked G for a moment to finish eating but a complete meltdown ensued and Bad Cop Mama had to intervene. It got resolved, and not in the way G had expected. Bad Cop Mama always wins, I don't know why he doesn't know this. The negotiations and threats ended with me revealing a surprise gift being mailed, but those collection of McD's Cars from ebay was just the ticket in getting G to chill. When those vehicles do arrive I'll be renamed Hero Mama and all will be right with the world. In the meantime you can bet that G will offer to check the mail every day.

NJ is largely usurping all my time. She wants to be fed (read: suck, suck, snoooooooze, suck, suck, snoooooooze... etc.) and held most of the day. Today I folded as much laundry as possible with one hand. I don't know what I'll do for my next trick. If I could get the dishes washed with no hands, I would. (Monkey feet do no good in this case!) G loves to wash dishes, but it involves more sinking of ships in whatever form than actual soap and scrubbing. By the end of the summer, that may change... muahahaha!

Guess I should go crawl back into bed and snuggle my wee lass. She'll be up before I want her to be, probably just as I am drifting off myself. Such is the newborn life. :-)