Sharing is tough

Jackson: Lola, you don't have any eggs hanging on your tree. I need to give you some of mine.
Lola: Yeah, we need to share.
J: Yeah, let's share and play nicely.
L: Yeah. Thanks. Let's do it.
Jack proceeds to give her his eggs.
Lola takes the eggs and puts them on her tree.
I try not to sprain my shoulder patting myself on the back while grabbing the camera to document this sweet sibling moment.

Jack then picks up both trees and runs out of the room while Lola cries at the injustice. I think to myself, well... it's at least a start.

Fun with the Freedmans

Enjoying some Mardi Gras fun at Thoth. Lola is up in the ladder with her buddies Nicholas and Yvonne. Jackson in in the crowd on the ground with Dad.

Dad and Jackson with Grammy at Thoth

Mom with Belle and Fireman Jack at the Little School Mardi Gras parade.

Getting back outside now that the weather has warmed up. Loving the fresh air!

Spring is here. Time for popsicles!

Nervous Enough?

I'm nervous about having enough time for everything once the baby comes. Everything including fixing meals and doing laundry and building castles and doing puzzles and learning the sounds of the alphabet and making art projects and baking muffins and cleaning the bathroom and... well, all you parents out there know that the list goes on and on. I'm nervous about taking all 3 kids to the grocery store. I'm nervous about how long it's going to take me to get all the kids in the car to get to the store. I'm nervous about the logistics of managing a family of 5.

But I'm not, at least so far, nervous about the delivery. The breastfeeding. The sleepless nights. The crying and the gas bubbles and the spit up. Thinking about all that doesn't bring up the same anxiety that I feel when I think about trying to hold (or feed or burp or calm) the new baby while Lola and Jackson are crying about their macaroni not being ready yet.

I was so worried about those things the first time around. Am I not so concerned with the difficulties of having a new baby because I've done it all once (ummm, twice?) and feel confident that I can handle it? Or have I forgotten how hard it really it all is?

At this point, with 2 months to go, I'm more nervous about handling the 3 year olds than I am the new baby. Well earned confidence of an experienced mother? Or denial that is destined to lead to shock and misery?

Stay tuned.

Joy #13