Sorry I've been kinda absent on my blog lately. I've kinda just been tired and grumpy. Isaac's been doing this whole 'I'm gonna wake up every hour to hour and a half ALL night long, and you're powerless to stop me! Bwah ha ha ha!" thing. All week. We've tried to break him of nursing ALL night, but the times we try and let Greg get him back to sleep, rather than his typical nursing party on Mom's side of the bed, he just screams while Greg holds him. And screams. AND SCREAMS. For as long as we let him, until I finally break down and moan, "Fine! Just hand him to me and I'll nurse him so he'll stop screaming and we might be able to get to sleep again at some point tonight!" If I just feed him, he's back asleep in less than two minutes, and I'm back asleep in less than five. If I try and hold my ground and not nurse him hourly throughout the night (and he's a BIG boy, he doesn't NEED to eat all night long) than I'm up and stressed and listening to my baby scream and then when I finally give in and get him back to sleep it takes me way longer to fall asleep myself.
Top off my lack of sleep with the vacation I still haven't cleaned up from and a house that looks like a cyclone tore through it (or two miniature sized cyclones named Annie and Ellie -- and a larger one named Greg - who God bless him, makes amazingly good food, but trashes my entire kitchen (and sometimes dining area) in the process) :-) Add to that a giant Relief Society activity I was helping with that's been in the works for months (it was last night -- it went really well, it was a huge relief.) Which makes for a slightly grumpy, mildly stressed, sleep deprived Mom. Which isn't fun for anyone.
And, I'm a tad bit emotional 'cause my baby brother (who is my little girls' bestest friend in the whole wide world) is leaving on Wednesday. For the next two years. I'm happy for him, he's going to have an amazing experience in Argentina and then Uruguay. But having him around has been an integral part of raising my kids. He's there for them, in the his role as an over grown kid who loves nothing more than splashing around in a wet sandbox for four hours on a Friday afternoon. And he's gonna be gone. For two years. I'm still wrapping my head around that one. It's probably not helping the slightly grumpy/mildly stressed thing I have going on here.
So, I'm grumpy, but trying not to be. Tired, but there's nothing I can do about that. And stressed, but my big Church activity for the year is over and done with, and after Cody leaves on Wednesday, we don't have a lot going on for awhile (well, except Halloween, of course). But, I still have it pretty good. Isaac's learning to blow raspberries. And nobody can stay grumpy watching that.