Back to work...

This post is a few weeks late, but we've had a busy month.  I started back to work on the 17th of Sept, I knew it would be hard but that first week was HARD.  On top of trying to adjust to 5 hours of sleep and constant waking from the 6 month old, we all came down with really bad colds that are just not starting to ebb.  Honestly all I remember of my first week is foggy thinking, migraines, sneezing, tired, and not much else.  Sure, it has gotten easier but I don't think I'll ever get used to being away from my children for 13 hours a day.  It sucks, I miss them with my entire being.

Husband had gastric bypass surgery last week, he is healing well but I think he regrets the decision, if only for the amount of work it takes just to keep himself hydrated.  It's insane.  You can't drink any liquid for a half hour before and after you eat (at this point his "food" can only be jello, pudding, or yogurt), but you need to be constantly taking sips of water, etc. to keep your fluid intake up.  It's hard work in the beginning.  He did it for the babies, though, and if for that reason only I think he's okay with his choice.  We both want to be around well into the future for them.

In other news:  I will never stop being in awe of the love between The Chicken and Fat Fat (that is baby girl's new nickname).  It stops my heart and brings tears to my eyes almost every day.  Where I was pretty firmly in "no more babies" camp before, she makes me want to have another.  Both of them had this effect on me.  I am seriously blessed with my children, chicken is definitely in the "terrible twos" but even then he is just so sweet and has good days and bad days.  Mischa just sleeps, through the night, takes great naps during the day.  I hate even telling other mothers about it when they ask me because I've been there with the chicken.  Every two hours he was nursing until 8 months, and it was incredibly hard, the last thing I wanted to hear was someone else's child was sleeping through the night from 6 weeks old.

And now for some pictures because I love to share:

At the corn maze, it was a bumpy ride so she had to hold onto her hat:

The chicken got to meet Mater, he was so exicted!

Playing in the corn box!

The chicken is a rebel:

Nope, I'm not going to look up, I'm touching grass.

Sibling love:

Hugs:

And kisses!

In The Chicken's words:  "I LOB you, sister!"

Showing off her new petti romper:

She looks surprised but don't be fooled, she was just about to bite the basketball:

Straight thuggin' at the doc's:

JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL!

She's obviously trying to say "I heart you, mom":