Baby #5

Let's talk baby number 5 and why I haven't blogged for so long...

I looked back and I have been less than pretty sparse over the last 7 months. And I can attribute it only to hormones and being SUPER MISERABLE. Not as miserable as most but miserable enough as some.

There have been a lot of days in the last 7 months that I would like to erase. Being down in the dumps like Ellaphamumps (one of my fave books to read to the kids) is no fun. I get it. A little. But I get it. Some days its hard to get out of bed and do stuff, so lately I have been trying to fill my days with stuff to keep me busy. I have also tried to simplify. Can I say that in the same sentence? Being busy and simplifying?

We repainted our house (I should get some pics up, but I don't amount to much compared to pinterest), been canning stuff like crazy, peaches, apples, applesauce, pears, chicken, butter... you name it. I been trying it. Keeps my mind in a good place :)

Also, I have pregnancy induced carpal tunnel and it is the WORST. THING. EVER. I have had it before, but never like I have it this pregnancy. I can't sleep, type, sit, stand, lay down, sleep on my right, or my left, or my back, or braid the girls hair, or chop veggies, cook dinner, put a pony in my hair, blow dry my hair (I can now proudly say I go without washing my hair for up to 5 days, because I literally CAN'T do it without shooting pains fingertips to shoulders). It's positively awful. I know. WAAAAAA!!!! but it's my blog, I can WAAAAAAA all I want :).

I am however, grateful for the VERY active peanut that is miraculously growing inside me, even though she kicks me ALL day and gets the hiccups regularly.

Bella Boo Bop

The other day we were all sitting around the table and Isabella started blowing into the air. I said,
"Isabella, What are you doing?"
She says, "Blowing down the house." And she continued to blow into the air.
Then Mikenna started blowing into the air and at the same time, Macey (our dog) started barking outside the back door.
Doug said, "Oh no, even Macey is scared that the house is going to blow down."
Isabella curled up her face, started scrambling out of her high chair, and said, "I no want our house to blow down, I want mommy."
It was so adorable and HILARIOUS and terrifying all at the same time :).

***Warning***
This story may not be suitable for everyone.

The other day I walked into the girls' bathroom and notice an unflushed toilet, which is not an uncommon occurrence in our house... we are still working on flushing toilets after we potty... all of us :)
So I noticed that there was some #2 in the potty and said, "Isabella, Did you go poo in the potty?" Isabella, "Yes, I went like this (and she scrunches up her face and starts to grunt) and pushed really hard, and it came out."

Totally straight faced. I seriously almost died!

Just like her dad.

I will have you know that these pictures were taken at 830PM. They look like they are NEVER going to go to bed... but they are SO. DARN. CUTE.
I am pretty grateful for the little girl who healed a little piece of my very broken heart and who brings a smile to our faces every moment she is awake.

One more think

I know that I should be grateful today because it's November and by golly we should be grateful in November because it's Thanksgiving.

But I am just fit to be tied. We had a meeting with "the team" at Savannah's school and I was seriously less than impressed. It seems as though it gets harder and harder the older that Savannah gets to find people who will love her and be good to her.

I have turned into "Mama Bear" and she is not a fun person to mess with. Trust me. You all know. When the Mama Bear comes out you better watch out.

So after all these meetings of spending time with the principal, the psychologist, the teacher, the parent advocate, and Doug and I, I am still left to wonder if any of it will make a difference or sink in. It is all just so frustrating.

As I sat there, the teacher tried to tell me that since she had a friend with a child who had Prader Willi, she had SO much experience on the matter and that I had none. I just live, breathe, eat, and sleep daily PWS... but it's all in my head. I am sorry. WHAT?!?!?!?! And that we really need to find a way to get Savannah's behaviors under control (we have had like 100 good days and 5 bad days.... but when the bad days come, they are REALLY bad, not going to lie). We need to find a way at school to handle them... so STOP suspending her!!!

The suggestion came up that she be put in a time out padded room that is more like a closet than a room. I am SORRY?!?!?!?!? At first I thought that was a good idea, and the more I thought about it the more ludicrous I thought it was. If it comes to that... I am just not sure what I will do.

So I guess today I am grateful for the parent advocate that went to the meeting today with us.