Week one...a month ago now!

It's been a month. I know. I am sorry. Sorta. I was tired. Really, really tired. I never knew that when you lost a lot of blood that there was such a recovery. I had good long naps whenever I could and then would fall asleep putting the children to bed. I needed sleep.

Of course that is not all that has happened over the last month, my gosh, can you imagine if it was all about sleep, that would have been great if that was all I was reporting! However we have had a busy month so I will try now to get out a few posts to get caught up. Here are some shots from one afternoon a week after Ronin's birth.

Oh and right off the bat did you notice that we changed his name?

From Roanin to Ronin. How we had it originally for the first two days of his life. People were pronouncing it all wrong so we hit up the vital statistics office when he was 5 days old and had it switched back. I never realized it would be so easy....and free!

Anyway, here is our little photo shoot from that first week. I still have editing to do on the pic's but I am not getting around to that right this minute so you see them as they are so far.

Five years old now and all charm and character. Just yesterday she wanted to play Cinderella and of course she wanted to be the evil stepmother. Why? So she could boss me around and tell me (I was Cinderella) to wash the floors, feed the children, get groceries and do her laundry. It was hilarious. She really does love when she can have control.

Kaitlyn is also learning the graces of a young woman and although she has her moments of displeasure with her brothers or situations she is blowing us away with her thirst for knowledge and urge to help. Her imagination and playing (in character) is forever entertaining. And then there is her style. Five going on fifteen and yet so full of joy.

Ethan. Four now and witty to boot. We are still going to speech therapy and working on sentence structure and sounds and this is going well. There are still some behavior patterns that we don't quite get, like the order of how we get in and out of the truck and how important this order is to Ethan, but the charming puns and whit this kid has more than makes up for those moments. He is the guy that cracks us up. Don't ask him a serious question and expect a serious answer. He will find a way to sneak in something goofy instead.

Hudson. Hudsy bear. One and all mischief. He will raise an eye brow and do exactly what he has been told not to do. Then he will smile a crooked little smile and cock his head a little. All you want to do is swoop him up and smother him in kisses and snuggles rather than discipline him.

He is trouble and yet so adorable as he does it. Like when I have a bath and he creeps into the room with a toy car. He looks at me and then throws the car into the tub. I say "No, no cars in the tub." He walk off and comes back with another car. This time he stands by the door and looks at me with a sort of sad look. Then he takes a step forward. I tell him once again that there are no cars allowed in the tub. He takes another step and looks me in the eye and gives a little smile. Then he pitches the car into the tub and runs off with a giggle.

Trouble I tell ya!

But then he loves to love too. Kisses and pats and hugs all around. More trouble.

Ronin. The first baby that we have had that actually makes a peep. Not really fussy but not as content as the rest of em. He likes to suck non stop and is the first one that has taken a soother and loved it from the first moment. Who knew?!

He is a good sleeper and is chubby and soft and so insanely cuddly. Love him.

And that is our crew. So much for getting a decent group shot, this was the only good one of oh, 20 or so before there were no kids left in the shot at all.

I love you munchkins,

your Mama.