The fake out!

The first two weeks of Prestyn’s arrival went pretty smooth, but I can’t deny that we’ve had a few blunders.  One was brought to my attention today at church of all places.  First off, I want to mention that we were only 13 minutes late to church.  Okay, I know that might not be something to brag about, but when your husband is exhausted after working the night shift and you have three kids (plus yourself) to get ready for church, it feels like an accomplishment.  Thanks to Corbet the kids even had breakfast!

After the first meeting, our Bishop, who is the greatest, came up to meet the baby.  It was lovely to see his excitement for us and our new arrival.  He then said, “I have a funny story for you…”  I was expecting some cute story about when his kids were babies but nope, he said “the other day I came by your house to see the baby, and I know you were there, but you must have been taking a nap because the only one who came to the door was Noel”.   All that I could say was “uh oh”. The Bishop said that she opened the mail slot and was chatting and waving her fingers at him.   After a while, he realized that we were not coming to the door so he left.  I wish I could say this was the first time this has happened but a few months ago, when some ladies at church came by, they got the same treatment.  I’m starting to wonder if the people at church may be contemplating calling CPS! 

The truth is Noel does not sleep and even when we think she is sleeping she is faking us out.  She will stay in her bed and when we check on her she closes her eyes so we think she is sleeping.  When we go to bed, or heaven forbid take a nap after we bring home a newborn child, she gets up and farts around.  That day the Bishop came over, I knew someone had stopped by because when I got up from my nap I noticed some suspicious activity.  First off I hear “I’m stuck” which is never good.  I look over and find Noe Noe strapped in the baby swing and when I go to get her out and reprimand her for getting out of her bed and playing with the baby swing she say’s “and I pooped”  Just what I love to wake up to.  I start to wonder how long she had been up and that’s when I see a chair pulled up to the door and I knew someone stopped by.  To my defense we don’t have a door bell… not that I want anyone to ring my bell these days, but it would have been nice in times like this.  When we moved in I had Corbet put a lock at the top of the door that the kids couldn’t reach and now I’m realizing that it was the best purchase we’ve made all year!  We are currently trying to find a solution to Noel’s sleeping habits and our not hearing visitor stop by…suggestions are welcome! 

Though I have to say Prestyn is the sweetest baby, there will be some adjustments.  The dishes tend to pile up and we have stayed in our pj’s more often than not, but I have loved this time to swoon over our newborn child and watch my other two children do the same.  My proudest moments include making dinner with one hand due to holding a hungry baby and giving two kids  a bath with an infant in a front pack and so what if my 2 year old is unattended for a while (joking) and I misspelled our new daughter’s name today… so what.  We are doing this three kids thing and we are going pray we do it well!