Instructions

About once a week I take a nice, hot bath. I fill 'er on up, grab a good book & lay on down. I put my ears under the water & tune out my world and become absorbed in someone else's world. This is what I was doing when daughter came bursting in, breathing heavily, throwing the curtain aside with such force three of the holes came out of the rings. I zoomed up, got the book wet & overflowed the bathtub as if I were Keiko splashing a crowd.

"He's really bleeding! ALL down his leg!" Followed by more, totally exaggerated, heavy breathing. Turns out eldest hurt his leg. Also turns out he's still breathing. I tell her I'm not getting out of the bath until I'm done w/my chapter. She looks at me, announces that she can handle it... and runs off again. If I were to run everywhere the way she does I'd be 105 lbs in no time. I wonder why she doesn't sleep more?

I have the baby again this morning, it was her brothers first day of school and Paw-Paw is still struggling getting three kids into carseats, and then out again to walk them to their classrooms. I said I'd take her, I just drop squareboy off so it's not in-n-out of carseats quite so much. Then he sheepishly asked if he could swing by the archery shop. Not a problem for me the baby is the easiest baby ever, leave her longer. I picked her up at 7:30 this morning and she was bathed, fed, freshly diapered, happy and gurgling. My respect for these two men raising these three small children keeps rising.

Daughter still finds the baby annoying. She's watching her "shows", including this new Peppa Pig show that is more annoying than Caillou. Seriously. Baby is rolling around on her blankie and coo'ing. Daughter stomps over; "I can hear her. I have ears you know. Anything you can do about that." Um, no. The baby is making happy noises, nothing to be done. I appease daughter by promising to make lemon bars during baby's nap. This works for about two minutes. Then she's back to the "she's so annoying" routine.

I'm seriously worried I've spoiled her too much. Loved her too much? Knowing she's my last baby. I don't remember the brothers being quite this jealous around new babies. Maybe it's a girl thing and I'm doing everything right. Urgh, kids need to come with instructions and a crystal ball.

The baby came with instructions. Paw-paw said so. The dad had been eating a bowl of cereal and the baby tried so hard to grab his spoon and get a bite. That little mouth opened and closed over & over just like a baby bird's, but all we had to offer her was a bottle. So I asked Paw-paw when I can start feeding her rice cereal. He promptly answered "at 6 months. She came with instructions." Apparently the instructions run out at a year. This worries him some.