(Long, drawn-out groan) Ooohh, we are rusty. Sure, we have continued to take the kids with us on outings during the long maternity leave, but most of those were either short or featured only one or two children. Today was our first full shift at home with all three, just like we did up before leave. The older two are big enough to qualify as, shall we say, rambunctious. There were a lot of elbows thrown and take downs happening, intentionally or not. I know we have predicted that wrestling may be Dmitri's preferred sport, but I don't know that any of us thought we would already be steamrollering or coming in off the top rope. I certainly didn't expect Val to hold her own as well as she does. I need to hide my breakables for the next decade, at a minimum.
This is the age where the baby needs to be held nearly constantly. It's not really every minute, but when you're trying to get other things done, it feels like it. It's a lot of fun, and he is at that age where he makes a lot of eye contact and smiles freely. Doesn't make it any easier to make a multi-step stew, when a young man is throwing a fit from his baby swing.
Their dad came early to pick them up, and after hours of playing hard inside and in the back yard, and then a relaxing bubble bath, Dmitri fell asleep right as daddy came to see him. They were in my room, watching TV with minimal ambient light, and the kiddo just melted. We need to work on our timing. We are supposed to get him a nap mid-afternoon, not run him like a diesel train and then let him collapse late. We will get the hang of this again soon.
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