Random Pops

I guess this will be a random post. I called my Mom today out of frustration in dealing with my children. She has a great listening ear and knows how to make me feel better even if all of my problems aren't solved... I feel like I have one child who can't wait to grow up and be like her big sister and I have another child who wants to be a baby again. Then I have a baby who doesn't care either way. Both Kaelah and Haleah want me to "hold them like little babies." So I do that and they like to cuddle and coo at me. (It's the only snuggle time I can get from them). Today at lunch I decided to talk to baby Bekah like she was a big girl (while she smiled away at me), and the older girls thought it was such a hoot.

Later today, Kaelah woke from her nap early and came out to the toy room with me. She ended up accidentally popping the punching balloon that I had blown up for the kids this morning. It scared her to death. Then for over an hour she kept going, "Pop. Pop. Pop." And I kept going, "Yeah, the balloon popped. Did it scare you?" And she'd say, "hmmm," (meaning, "yes"). She couldn't get the instance out of her mind. Poor thing. (I know, I seem to say that about her on nearly every post).

Tonight was a bit of a relief for me. I have been procrastinating getting housework and paperwork done. I am making it half way on things and am telling myself that that's good enough for now. David took the older girls to the kiddie carnival and I got to have a little piece of my mind back for a couple of hours while just taking care of Bekah. Ahhhhhhhh.

Posted below is a song that Haleah sang on video. It's not the best angle, as I was trying to hold Bekah at the same time. Then the camera shut off before we were done. Oh, well. That is real life for ya.