Pudge

Breastfeeding is challenging. 

Even on the best of days, my boys have been marathon eaters, more often nursing than not. I have breastfed all my older boys for between 20 months to 26 months and am planning to do the same with Jellybean. 

BUT, there is so much to love about breastfeeding. 

Even on a rough day, when I feel touched-out and like I am not even my own person, all I have to do is look at his chubby cheeks and know that I, not anyone or anything else, put every tiny bit of pudge there. My efforts have not been in vain!

Five Times Five

Five minutes watching my baby sleep.

Five minutes tickling my crazy two year old.

Five minutes keeping house, on the clock.

Five minutes playing babies.

Five quarts of water (and it's only noon!)

My Five Boys

I am outnumbered. Between my husband and our four sons, I have five boys to look after (more like CHASE after).

Boys really are the best, though sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a girl-- would she jump into the middle of the wrestling match on my bed and shout out, in the middle of everything, "I just let one rip!" like my sons do?

Yes, potty humor is alive and well in this household. Anything 'inappropriate' is deemed 'exciting' and can drive this mama a little crazy once in a while.

Don't get me wrong... I wouldn't trade my boys for anything. Boys are great-- they can be sensitive and tough, gentle and rough, goofy and serious... I have a wide array of them, and they are each so different and unique that I never know what's coming next.

So, here I am, starting this blog to catalog my chaotic life, and my five boys... the ones that make life worth living.