Living the Droehm: Four.

Four kids.

Four weeks.

How is it possible that I have given birth four weeks ago already?!

The phrase, "time flies.." is an understatement.

Obviously our days seem to run together in the summer especially, because we are doing so much.

Nash has already visited the zoo three times, gone to two movies at the outdoor theater, been to the pool and the lake, taken a road trip to Indy, gone to the grocery, and the mall.

Most of which he has completely slept through.

I am exclusively breastfeeding.

And so far, highly succeeding at it.

{praise Jesus}

He is a good nurser.

But has major reflux.

Even throwing up what seems like his entire feeding some times. Projectile style.

He is getting up once at night to eat usually between 2 and 3am, after I feed him at 10:30 or 11pm. Then, he gets up again between 6:30-7:30am. He squeaks and grunts to wake me. Which is nice in comparison to the way his sister, Nadie used to wake up... in full fire alarm mode.

Speaking of Nadie... who has become my first real toddler.

I guess everyone has to have one, right?

She has been known to scale our coffee table, or the side end tables next to the couch just to go soaring through the air and crash land on the cushions, throw herself on the ground in protest, remove items from the pantry like whole loaves of bread or boxes of macaroni and leave them all around the living room.

She likes to unroll the toilet paper. All of it.

And lift the lid of the potty and say, "peeeeeeee" if someone forgets to shut the door to the bathroom.

She will scream to high heaven if a plastic shape on her shape sorting mailbox won't fit in the right place.

She likes to brush her "tea" and use everyone's toothbrush to do it.

She used to eat anything. And now, she is picky.

Refusing many things and only consuming her "dee" {drink} most days.

And then later when it's time for bed, asking to "EAT!!!" and then going into a full on meltdown until her daddy {who usually caves} gives her something.

She is rowdy.

And loud.

And into everything, that isn't hers.

Has bumps.

And bruises.

From doubling as a bumper car with such things as doors, walls, the coffee table...

She likes to unload the hair drawer with all the brushes and hair ties. And her clothes dresser upstairs. Throwing her shirts over the balcony in the loft to the living room below.

And the shoe closet. Often trying on pairs and leaving them in places for us to find later.

She has become a bit of a handful.

Keeping me on my toes.

And, as I just told a friend recently, also keeps me on my knees... praying for my sanity.

I do love her.

That split tooth smile.

Her wild giggle when I tickle her neck.

And the way she follows me around.

Running everywhere she goes.

Needless to say, we are still adjusting over here.

The children love their new baby.

Everyone likes to take turns holding him.

They sing to him.

Give him hugs. And kisses. On the lips.

And will come to the rescue with his pacifier, if he spits it out and is crying for its return.

Even Nadie knows what to do!

My day to day duties are slowly getting back on track.

Laundry is at an all time high.

Dishes get put in the sink after dinner and will sit for days before I muster the energy to load the dishwasher.

I go back to sleep after his early morning feed, and thankfully the kids are sleeping in every day from pure exhaustion from the day before, but I am missing my Sweet in the morning. Sending him off with just a morning kiss instead of breakfast, or a packed lunch to take with him.

I shower mid day. Or at night. When my Sweet is home and can man the ship.

I am succeeding though.

{I think}

Four weeks in.

I will say, that having four... means more.

More demands.

Less time.

But, I wouldn't have it any other way.

We are blessed. As always.

Newly born picture: