Parenting is like a marathon. No scratch that it like a decatholon. I’ve started to realize how draining it can be.

It has sleep deprivation, add on repeating things(pick up your princesses, now put it in the basket. Yes now put it in the basket. Now that other princess too. Put it in the basket. Yes put it in…) to the Nth degree it can drive you bonkers.

And yet we are adding another one. It’s official, Ann’s pregnant again. We just went to the OB the other day and got a nice little pic of the 17mm long kid. Yes he/she is smaller than an inch.

Oh and morning sickness must have been named by some overly optimistic male doctor. ‘Cause it’s not just for mornings, not by a long shot. Ann can’t even walk in the kitchen without the mix of smells making her run to the bathroom. So with the laundry being right next to the kitchen, I’m pulling duty on dishes, laundry and all food prep. Although with Ann it can be hit or miss as neither of us can predict what would trigger the bathroom sprint. So at least I can understand her refusal to eat. The kids I get frustrated with. TOday I actually said: ” You’re eating it because I made it and that’s final.”

However, in spite of being very tired I am also very happy. THe floors are refinished in the house, we’re painting the rooms and really settling in. I get toy with the idea of learning the sex of the child. Currently I want it to be a surprise.

So last friday mazie had her first playdate at the new house and her first fight.

The nice people across the street have a 6-year old girl and invited McKelvey over for a playdate, Caroline also said to bring over a dog, for their young dog to play with. Things started off slowly, with both McKelvey and Mazie hesitant about it. However after a popsicle McKelvey was doing OK. Soon after that Mazie and Peaches started to play and then it quickly escalated into a fight. Peaches definately coming out on top. After a quick trip the vet and an overnight stay everything was fine. I was quite worried about it though.

Now Mazie is in her usual good spirits, and the stiches will be out in a couple weeks. So all is good in the world.

Well, we are no longer living the green acres life. Yes that’s right, ‘farm livin’ wasn’t right for us and now we are in town.

It was a very busy week. Ann would be packing things up in the house, while I loaded up the truck drove it to the new house unloaded it and drove back for another load. Tiring. And while we don’t live that far out of town, it started to add up( to 95 miles on the rental truck actually) The kids watched a lot of TV.

THe kicker is we foolishly agreed to get moved out by 8am June 30th. So we were madly packing after our trip to Chicago to see family. We completed packing at 4:30am on the 30th, put the kids in the car, and drove to the to rest until 6:45 or so when the kids woke up.

So to make a long story short(er), we are now at our new address(same phone #) please expect some cute little change of address cards in the mail.

Never try to set a mousetrap while holding an infant.

As much as you get used to losing the use of one arm when you have a little tike. I have figured out how to carry them and still pour water from a pitcher into a glass, the fact that you are carrying a kid kinda fades into the background. I seriously had to remind myself to put Arden down when I was setting a snap trap while holding her.

I imagine the same would hold true it it was a glue trap as well.