Kickin' Week One's Butt

I am very proud of myself during this past week home alone with the children. I prepared myself for the worst (no sleep, tantrums, cranky newborn, run ragged mom...) and the reality was pretty darn good. I keep thinking we can handle a few more children with no problem (don't worry Mom, we'll take a bit of a break for my body to recover). We had a few tantrums and I was tired and sore, but nothing compared to what I had prepared for. Noelle and Max have adjusted wonderfully and continue to help me out. Of course Noelle helps more than Max, but he tries and melts my heart with his caring ways.

On Thursday, Violette had a weight check appointment and Max his 15 month well baby visit. Tom came to help me out, thankfully. Violette is gaining weight well and looks great. Max's weight fell in the 25th percentile and his height in the 97th percentile! I was surprised by that, but then again Tom isn't too short. Max had to get two shots. Noelle was very excited about this and actually woke up Thursday morning and exclaimed, "Max gets shots today!" with an evil grin planted on her face! On the ride home she kept asking him, "Are you okay Little Man?" and I think there was genuine concern in her voice.

Max has discovered a new talent for holding Violette. After doing it once on his own he signs more and please and begs to hold her again. It is precious!
I'm off to get lunch ready and feed Miss Violette. Have a great weekend!

A quick story:

"This is ridiculous" shouts Noelle. I give her a look because of the attitude in her voice, she interrupts this to mean I did not approve of her word use. She looks at me with her hands on her hips and says, "Mom, ridiculous is NOT a bad word. Stupid, Shit, and Damn it are bad words!".