today we went to the May Day parade with Uncle Josh and Aunt Ashley. It’s a really liberal and really fun parade that celebrates spring, and it was a absolutely perfect day. Luckily Art took a 2-hour nap (in the morning!) so we could stay for nearly the entire thing, including the huge bridge to debt and the sweepers sweeping in change (Obama perhaps?).


atop josh.

sweepers sweeping in change.

Art had a tough afternoon. Ben was gone most of the day and Art really missed him, plus he didn’t take a very long nap nor did he eat very well for lunch or dinner. Lots of meltdowns. To top it off, Lew was nursing every two hours or so, so I was busy with that. Finally I was just talking to myself and said, “Mama needs a break. I’m losing my cool!” Arthur asked, in a very sweet voice, “What did Mama lose?” I answered, “My cool.”

“Your cool. Mama lost her cool.”

"When the baby cries…people pick him up…and burp him.  He feels better."

Quick!  I have two hands! 

The Easy Lewis honeymoon is over.  He is spending less and less time laying down on his own.  Wants to be held lots, so I rarely have two hands. 

Ben's back at work.  Things have been ok, except his first day back at work we had a gackoo (pacifier) emergency.  We took naps at my mom's while our windows were being erplaced at home and all of a sudden Art's gackoos were missing.  Ben saved teh day.  Drove in from St. Paul to deliver new gackoos.  So silly.  Next day went without a hitch, except for the constant holding.  Saw a neighbor outside and she was stunned.  "Did you have baby!?!"  That's a testament to how long a Minnesota winter is. 

Sang Art his lullaby last night while Lewis cried his head off four feet away.  He does not like being put down.  Art was surprisingly not bothered.  Went right to sleep after without complaining.  I complained, though.  Must put him down!!!  He'll get over it.  Art did.

I'm feeling good.  Recovery is in good form.  I'll be back to normal in a few weeks, for sure.  I'm shrinking back to size, not as fast as I'd like, but I am shrinking. 

Ben made French toast – must eat it and hold baby again.  Bye for now!