The Blessing of Quarantines
If you would have asked me before last Monday how adding a third kid has been, I would have sheepishly answered, “Great, actually.” It’s been an unnervingly smooth transition so far. Maybe it’s because my last newborn shot vomit across the room 873 times a day and this one doesn’t. Maybe it’s because having 2 boys is already insane enough that adding a third is no big deal. Maybe it’s because kid #3 is completely immobile. Whatever the case may be, the first 4 weeks were a breeze. Truly. And then Monday. A while back a friend of mine shared with me about the existential crisis he experienced after his third baby was born. “I couldn’t physically…
I’ll Have the “Lloyd Christmas”, Please
“At the very end of Taylor’s haircut, the stylist put her glasses on.” My tweet from 4 years ago, according to Timehop. Hilarious that a visually impaired person would cut hair without her visual aids. Even more hilarious is how appropriately timed that throwback tweet was in light of recent events. Both boys started preschool this week, so we ventured out yesterday afternoon for some grooming. It’s basically a rule that first-day-of-school pictures feature a fresh haircut. Or something. I took them to a hair salon for kids that we’ve been to before because, while the haircuts are kinda steep ($15 + tip), they do a decent job and are usually able to get…
The Multi-Sensory Urgent Care Experience
A few days ago, Hutton bent down, scooped his newborn brother up off the floor, and dropped him. From a standing position. All within a span of .23 seconds. The only thing that kept Davis from smashing his head on the ground was my catlike mom reflexes catching him by his arm mid-air. So that’s how it’s going. That’s how we’re adjusting. We’re literally just trying to keep the newborn alive in a home with two older brothers who have big, detrimental love to give. This fence helps in our endeavors. We’re only 2 1/2 weeks in to this thing, but I still maintain that going from 0 to 1 child is the…
The Day After Little Little Brother was Born
[To pick up where we left off from the last post, little little brother, Davis, has been born and he is awesome.] Our newest Taylor tot was born at a hospital that opened earlier this year – the rebranded, relocated version of another hospital in town – which seems great. New hospital, new rooms, new everything besides staff. And maybe it’s because the hospital is newish, maybe it’s because the staff has been transplanted from a different place…whatever the reasoning, it’s quirky. (Starting with the front desk people being MIA for over 10 minutes when I was first trying to check in/having death contractions/trying to carry on a conversation with a constipated lady in the lobby). The night…
