Highlights from yesterday

5:10am  -- Dream interrupted by crying Silas.  Go to fridge to retrieve 1.5 ounce milk bottle.  Hand to standing/wailing Silas in crib.  Go back to my bed. 

6:30am  -- Dream interrupted by crying Silas.  Go to crib to retrieve Silas, nurse him on the big bed in the boys’ room.  We both fall asleep afterwards.

7:15am  -- Silas wakes up, pushes himself off bed, plays on ground.

Over the next hour --  Each of the boys wake up, play with Silas, go to the bathroom, and eat their snack.  Me = dozing and dreaming.  (I had a crazy amount of dreams last night.)

8:30am -- I come to because the noise has diminished somewhat.  All three boys have moved from the bedroom to the living room.  Must get out of bed now.

11am  --  Babysitter arrives. I barricade myself in my bedroom to pack up stuff and work on my computer.

11:15am -- Benjamin requests to enter.  Request denied.

11:35am --   Benjamin requests to enter.  Request denied.

11:55am --  Benjamin requests to enter.  Request denied.  He goes to eat his lunch.

12:25am -- Benjamin requests to enter.  Request denied.

3:30pm --  While Silas is still napping, the older boys and I make terrariums using baby food jars.  They boys introduce a tropical storm into the delicate ecosystems in their attempt to sprinkle a few drops of water.  Must leave lids off for several days.

4pm – Finish the rest of our lessons:  handwriting, memory verse, listen to/read about Mozart, build volcanoes out of play dough.

4:30pm – Try to catch the post office before it closes.  Let the boys run up and down the ramp outside 53 times to burn off energy.

6:30pm  -- Put all three boys in our shower. 

6:35pm --  Respond to a Hazmat call from Benjamin.  Silas has pooped in the shower for the third day in a row.  It’s all over his hands.  Why buy toys for this kid when he can make his own?

7pm -- Retrieve Silas and his pruned toes from shower – he loves to play in there forever and who am I to stop him? 

7:15pm – Silas picks up the food on his tray one piece at a time and flings it to the floor in protest.  Such a diva.  Will eat only fruit.  Through gritted teeth, I tell him for the 943^rd time that the third child is not supposed to be the most difficult.

9:30pm – I collapse into bed, wiped out.  Good thing, too.  Because Silas was up from 11:30pm – 1:15am crying inconsolably (second tooth coming in, I suspect).  Much holding and dancing and loud music and drinking of liquids.  Finally “All The Single Ladies” gets his attention (and probably all of the neighbors).  By the third repeat he is happily munching cherries, cooing, and goes down without a peep.  Thank you, Beyonce.