Grandpa Kenny is here, and along with "fold nineteen loads of laundry," I have "sort through the four thousand pics I took of him and the kids and edit the good ones and scrapbook them and get them on the blog." I mean, seriously. I LITERALLY do not understand how I'll ever be caught up on anything ever again for the rest of my life. Grandma Jane comes this Thursday, and as long as there's another grownup in the house, I at least feel safe, I feel like probably no one will die or be injured too severely or anything dramatic like that. But she leaves on the 16th, and I just don't know what to do. I'm short of breath just thinking about it. How do I get up, get out of bed, brush my teeth, get the kids breakfast, get them dressed, pack the big kids' lunches, get everyone in the car, AND TAKE CARE OF A NEWBORN???!!!
Holly? Robin? Anyone else out there with too many kids? How do you do it? And I don't just mean in a philosophical, pondering-the-meaning-of-life sort of way, I mean literally, what are the logistics? How do you physically accomplish the day to day tasks?
I bet step one is: stop spending so much time on the computer. Yeah. I'll get right on that guys. Thanks for the tip.
Anyway. Here's some (unedited) pics from Sunday, we drove around the south end of the island, but before we did that, Nick and the kids and Grandpa Kenny hiked up to Piti Guns. Mama and Daisy stayed in the car, eating a bottle and reading Matched, this new (young adult) book I just started. So far, not overly impressed.
|I LOVE this shot. Just love love love it.|
|I also love this one. But not as much as the one with all the kids.|
|That's my daughter. Riding the gun.|
Oh, I did have time for ONE teeny tiny edit. I cropped Ava so I could zoom in on her. Now, in reality, she actually has her father's warm, happy, outgoing personality. But, without knowing her, just looking at this picture- wouldn't you think she's just like ME?!?!?!? Minus the silly bands. I'm way too cool for silly bands.
And I'm dead serious about the advice, guys. I need some help. I don't know what to do, how to feed the baby and get everyone dressed and load the dishwasher and brush my teeth. And I haven't even begun to THINK about what happens at the end of the month when I'm a single mama again. Oh Lord. Better start your prayer chains now ladies.