As of late, I’ve been feeling a bit like I’m stuck in a rut, just going through the same motions every day.
Worry about Double Bogey
Take the kids to school
Worry about Mulligan
Do the laundry
Worry about Birdie
Worry about Bogey
Clean some more
Worry about Gimme
Wish it was the weekend
I’ve felt a bit discouraged about Bogey, because although he is making great progress in muscle development, and crawling, standing and walking, he is not up to par when it comes to eating. He isn’t gaining much weight. We depend on that blasted G-tube (oh, how I want that gone) for most of his nutrients. He just doesn’t love to eat (well, except a few Oreos, Cheeto’s and M&M’s—he’s on his mama’s diet!) And now that he’s on the go, he’s burning a lot more calories, but not consuming more.
Nothing, however brings me more joy than knowing that Fall is in the air—which means hoodie sweatshirts EVERY DAY (bring on the Oreos!), and football games on the weekends. These two love a good college match up. They couldn’t take their eyes off the Stanford game (must be that mighty mascot). Whenever Stanford scored a touchdown, I’d say “Touchdown” and they’d both raise their arms in the air. Cross that one off the list of the top 10 things every parent should teach their sons. (However, don’t mind Double Bogey, he’s only shirtless because he didn’t want me interrupting his view of the game to change his shirt. We had to wait for the next time out to get him fully dressed.)
This little guy breaks up the monotony of my day because he’s ALWAYS into something. He climbed into the tub as the girls were getting out. He scattered all the toys in the toy box so that he could get in. He goes around and eats off of everyone's plate after they leave the table. He dumps all the food off his plate and won’t eat it, but has no qualms about eating off of the floor.
When Bogey isn’t refusing to eat, he loves to watch screens. He’ll sit and watch the screensaver of family pictures on the computer when the TV isn’t on. Even as I sit here and type this, he’s sitting here (making it very difficult for me), trying to reach the screen. I guess that means he’ll be a computer genius when he grows up. He’s such a good boy to sit and watch a movie (a very educational one at that) so that I can follow brother around and try to keep him from disasters. (Don’t talk to me about the American Academy of Pediatrics giving the thumbs down on TV for younger kids. Just admire my Mother of the Year trophies that I keep polished and displayed at all times.)
The rest of the crew keeps me rolling, with their somewhat quirky sense of humor. They found this headband at Nana’s house, and wanted me to take their picture with it on. (Too bad some of the pictures are so blurry.) Boom. Halloween, DONE.
It may be the same boring routine every day, but these kids are definitely my highlights.
Now, speaking of routine--
this laundry isn’t going to fold itself.