This is the life, bountiful, blessed

This is the life.

I am blessed. Life is bountiful.

This is the first time I have had a moment to my thoughts since April at least.

It works something kind of like that.

How am I? Who am I? How are things?

Life is great.

I have been thoroughly enjoying summer vacation with the girls, they are such a help and such an entertainment to their little brother, and good girls. I have been planning their birthday party already with diligence and this year, I am almost proud to declare, that I have reached SUPERMOM status and have the whole thing almost completely planned almost 2 months in advance. So kudos to that. Like, planned and have all the supplies and everything all ready to go.

Yeah, SuperMom, that's me.

Life with little man baby is fantastic. He adores me. He is pretty much on 24/7, so there isn't much down time without him involved.

This third child of mine, let's consider him the special challenge round. He is absolutely everything we wanted and 100% absolutely only himself. He is my SON SHINE, the light of my world, and I adore him completely. As I should, as I'm his mother, but for real, he's pretty fantastic. I've kept him very much to myself, very much to the enclosed joy of our family, because he is so precious to me. I also do not want to overshare him to the world, for the world to think that my children are at its beacon and call simply because.


The days and nights and especially early mornings can be the times of most overwhelm, but I'm not, I'm happily floating through, finding humor and entertainment in the mundane and extraordinary.

Life is not without struggles, and now that we are grasping a handle on parenting 3, my body is speaking up again, because I've been neglecting things, and things hurt and the inflammation is coming back and I have ovarian cysts that are acting up and rupturing and leaving sections of my flank feeling pretty awful.

I'm in a struggle lately with my diet too....it seems to be a thing that must stay simple and on routine and without any of the gajillion restricted foods that seem to bother me or baby. MK is pretty sensitive to dietary triggers and things do pass through the breastmilk, and everything in that arena is going ok, except when I eat certain things.

But baby is growing, all almost 20 lbs before he's 6 months, with 2 bottom teeth and a third one breaking through. He's saying basic words (when he wants to) and sitting up on his own. He isn't the type of baby that seems to enjoy being a baby, he seems to want to be big.

Hark! A cry! My early morning typing time has commenced.

This is my life, bountiful and blessed