Since we brought Kimball home from the hospital the big kids have had to take second place when it comes to the order of how things are done. “I will get you some milk/food as soon as I’m done feeding Kimball.” “Yes, but let me change his diaper first.” “Not right now, sweetie, Kimball is upset and needs some hugging.”
For the most part they seem to be okay with it and take it in stride. Sometimes things take so long that I forget I was supposed to be doing something for a big kid too and I find Ev fidgeting out of the corner of my eye because he wants to know if I will get his milk or sandwich now but is trying to be patient. He’s such a good kid.
It has taken Delilah 7 weeks to finally get to the “not as fond of” stage of being a 2 year old with a baby in the house. I think it has less to do with Kimball himself and more to do with Christopher having returned to work so there being less adult attention to go around.
Man those 5 weeks Christopher had off were super easy. Super awesome. And super short. If ever I wished we were independently wealthy it would be so we could have that awesome dual parenting/constant family togetherness that we had during those 5 weeks.
Delilah’s feelings are being displayed in grabbing his little arms and legs too tightly, occasionally smacking him on the head like he’s a drum (flat hands) or attempting to pry his eye open when he’s sleeping. Which means I can no longer trust her in a room alone with him. Which is a shame but I know this too shall pass.
Yesterday Kimball fell into a deep slumber and I was able to spend an hour photographing the kids as they played in our flooded driveway after a downpour. It was a bit chilly for being wet, but after a week or so of burning sun so hot you wanted to hide indoors between noon and 5pm it was also a much needed activity for my fair skinned littles. And they enjoyed having my undivided attention so that was good too.
Love these kids of mine. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤