How We're Doing - I found this post recently - from right after Adelaide was born - and it made me laugh. Oh, Lucy...she stuck around for a while. I kind of miss her and her fabulous top knots.
And this time? There is still some of that, even though I must say - the transition from three to four has been smooth-ish. We were, of course, already outnumbered by the children. So there's that. And the kids have all completely and utterly adored Harper since the moment he was born. Adored. Sometimes, though, with a little too much adoration (see above).He's had a constant 'hover' since arriving.
And there is that laundry pile. I actually took this on the day before Harper was born (though I did so for reasons that completely escape my sleep-deprived brain now). But I'll just let you imagine how much higher that pile is right now....for real, people. The laundry. It's crazy.
Yesterday - with Papa at work for just a few hours - I found myself in this moment. This moment where I was sitting nursing a slightly unhappy little one who needs to be in positions just so for a successful nursing session, while instructing another - from across two rooms - on how to make his own lunch (because he was "starving, because you haven't fed me, Mom!"), while steering another away from stuffing the cat into her sling, while the other one was asking for help sounding out the (slightly terrifying) headlines on a New Yorker from one year ago that he found covered in dust from under the couch. And then I noticed the gigantic blob of spit up in my hair. Dried who-knows-how-old spit up.
Add to all that a case of pneumonia, one of bronchitis, and a holiday season for which I have done no making or buying yet...oh, and that sleep thing...and well, it's fair to say there are moments of being overwhelmed. Moments where one might wonder what one has gotten oneself into.
But then. Always just then - at that moment before utter overwhelming panic sets in - a moment like this next one appears in front of my eyes. A tiny moment of peace, a clear sign of love. Surely a sight of family. Without thinking about it, an involuntary deep breath emerges. All of the above stress is quieted and overshadowed by the reminder that this - this is what it's all about. And that I don't want to miss a second of it.
So yes, you could say we're doing just fine.
(Though I would like to wash my hair.)