It has become a running joke, no pun intended, between matt and I. Every night before I head to bed, I say " I am going to go on a jog in the morning". Bascially I am preparing him to be on call with the kids if I am still gone when they wake up. It used to be so easy for me to get out of bed at 5:30 a.m. and go for a 40 minute job--pre baby #4~! Now I can barely get out of bed to use the bathroom at night! It is amazing how tired my body is and I am getting plenty of sleep each night. So, last night I said "Matt, I am REALLY going to make it tomorrow, I am going running." With this said, G goes to bed around 6:30 every night and he gets up at least one time to eat during the night. I am fine with this because I would never expect him to sleep for 12 hours w/o wanting to nurse once. ONCE i say~! I woke up this morning to my alarm and I rolled over and told matt I was not going because G slept all night and I am engorged, which was very true. He proceeds to tell me it is raining anyway (which it was not), so I feel much better and go back to sleep, so proud of baby g for sleeping through the night. Later that morning, say 6:45 or so, W, O, and K are all awake, as am I, but G is still sleeping. Tired little boy, I think to myself. Of course, this is after I ran upstairs to make sure he is still breathing. I hate that feeling, but I do it with everyone of my kids still.
Now it is 7:30 and g is still asleep and has been for 13 hours straight, or so I think. Matt comes in and asks if the monitor should be on channel A or B because it sounds funny! IT SHOULD BE ON A---GRAY A! Well, it was on B all night long. Motherhood=guilt. This is what my mother in law told me once and I believe it is true. I imagined my poor little baby crying all night and me, sound asleep in bed, not hearing a sound. I tell myself, he probably didn't even cry, but I know this is not true because he is obviously exhausted from the night because he is STILL asleep. Around 8:00, I hear him playing in his crib. I run upstairs and pick him up and he is so happy to see me. He is not mad, angry--he loves me so much still. I imagine this is how the Lord loves us. Even though I often do my own thing and ignore his gentle nudges and convictions, He loves me anyway, despite what I have done when I come back to him! Like the prodigal son story! His grace is sufficient for me. I know that to compare God's love with a child is as close as you can get in describing love in earthly terms. For God even said, we need to have faith like a child.
Today I had a friend in K's class come over for a play date. It was just the cutest thing ever! I have tried to make an effort to let each of the kid's have play dates with a friend, and since K was home today with just me and G, we asked a adorable little girl from her preschool over. K has her own playroom off of her bedroom, which she NEVER plays in because she always wants to be with the "boys". So we set all her baby dolls out, her dress up costumes, her play jewelry, tea sets, sleeping bags, princess back pack...we had it all out and it was so fun. We had a princess picnic and a princess carriage ride (in the wagon) and they took turns pushing G up and down the driveway in his little push car. Here is a picture of how cute the girls looked.
