May

May flew by--the time taken up with getting used to having a new baby around.  The first two weeks were for the most part blissful.  And I thought, "this will be a snap."  Eric was home for much of the time.  I didn't set real high expectations for myself once he returned to work.  If I could just keep the kitchen clean, do one load of laundry and maybe declutter the living room before bed, I would be happy.  I was able to sit and be with Wade and sometimes the other kids (who play really well together)--reading, cuddling and singing.  Wade was an excellent eater from the beginning, which is always my main concern.  He also started off being a good sleeper--but is now quite inconsistent!
Weeks three and four were a little rough--as Lucy and Sam got sick of playing together so much, the yelling and fighting increased.  As my sleeping hours declined so did my patience with them.  Wade got more and more fussy, especially in the evening hours which resulted in us administering anti-gas drops that didn't seem to help much.  He ate nearly constantly, sometimes 20 minutes after his last meal.  Finally, at a doctor visit, the pediatrician suggested I stick to a 2-3 hour feeding schedule since Wade was probably just comfort feeding.  So we switched pacifiers and tried to stick to a schedule and things started improving.
That brings us to Wade turning 5 weeks old, Lucy and Sam getting along a little better with extra attention from me and I even made breakfast for Eric this morning before work!  (It may be that he went to work half an hour later than usual.) :)

Eric planted the garden on May 1st and 2nd.  There was already some corn popping up here and there from some of last year's kernels.  Dad paid Lucy a quarter and Sam a dime to pick up rocks.

I cut both Sam and Lucy's hair one morning before a park date.  I buzzed Sam's as always and watched a youtube video to learn how to cut Lucy's.  I was pleased with the result.

Mother's Day with three children was great! I had gratitude in my heart all day for the three sweet kids Eric and I have been given.  I thought throughout the day that it's enough of a celebration that I am blessed to be a mother--forget all the nice words people say and things they do.  I WAS grateful for each act of service, however.  Eric gave me a dozen red roses (and I added them to the orange ones that Clark and Maria brought when they came to visit Wade).  The kids made a cute coupon book with Eric's help.  Eric did the dishes all day.  And I certainly did not pass up the chocolate they passed out at church!

I can't remember what I was wearing on this day.  It's hard to imagine that I wasn't in my pajamas, but Lucy came up to me and said, "Mom you look fancy!"  Then she came back with new duds on and said, "Don't I look fancy?!  And isn't my puppy fancy?!"

Snazzy on Sunday!

We learned about Noah for Scripture Heroes one Sunday this month.  We colored some pictures, played Noah's Ark Old Maid where you don't want to end up with the skunk, and played pin the animal on the ark.  They were supposed to tape them to the ark door.  Lucy's bandanna was ineffective, so Dad came up with the rain coat idea!

Wade grabbed a handful of Lucy's hair while the kids were cooing and giggling and trying to make Wade smile.  I was too busy taking pictures to realize that it was actually hurting her, but I eventually saved her.

Another walk by the Stansbury Clubhouse on a Sunday evening.  It was pretty consistently rainy for three weeks in May so we enjoyed any time we could get in the sunshine.

Blessing day for Wade was May 31.  We had both grandparents, Wes and Debbie, Monte and Tessa, and Sylvie to celebrate with us.  For dinner, I made lasagna, garlic bread, green salad, frog-eye salad, watermelon and strawberry dream cake.  Wade was happy and sleepy all evening with so many people to cuddle him.  It was a lovely day!

Quotes of the month:

Lucy approached me with her suitcase.  "Hi, my name is Jan and I am 7 years old. Can I live with you?"  Me:  "Where are your parents?"  Lucy: "My parents left.  They are on their own now."

I made the mistake of painting one of Sam's fingernails pink when I painted Lucy's.  Then we told him that wouldn't be happening again.  A few days later he said, "I wish I was a girl so I could have that pink stuff."  "Oh, really?" I asked.  Then as if to make sure he asked, "Just for girls?  Not for Sams?"  I said, "Yeah, just for girls."