The past year or so has been crazy. We bought a house. Sold a house. Had a baby. And I am tired. Sawyer Paul cope was born at the end of march. He was 5 days overdue. He weighed in at 8lbs even. He was a great baby until reflux rocked our world 5 days ago. He's still a great baby. He is just miserable from 7pm to 11pm. And I feel helpless. Poor little guy. It is so hard to see them uncomfortable. I am so grateful for my children though. I had a lady today at Joann tell me "3 boys. That's enough. You can be done" I walked about baffled. She said it jokingly. Didn't make a difference to me. Growing up when we said something rude and then said "I was just joking" my mom would always say "90% of you was serious" and she was usually right. I think she would be right today.
I've heard so many heartbreaking stories lately of mothers losing their children. My mommy heart can't handle it. It makes me want to snuggle the kids all day and wrap them in bubble wrap then attach them to my hip.
Liam is growing up way too fast. He's 5 and learning so much. He has the beat memory and creeps me and Matt out with the random things he remembers. Henry is a feisty 3 year old. That kid couldn't be more opposite than Liam. He wakes up every morning by 630 to head to our dining room table to play "yegos". EVERYDAY! He's hilarious.
They both love their baby brother. Henry has way more interest in him. Liam usually asks to hold him when he's suppose to be heading to bed.
Matt is the best. As usual. He's up installing a new closet system as I type this. It's midnight on a Friday night and he's been working on it since he came home from work. He also made himself dinner and put the older boys to bed while I took care of the baby. Good man.
