the six of us.

There are 6 {six} of us.
I think part of me is in denial, I don't feel like there are six of us, that I have 4 boys {!!!} but it's reality.

I'll be honest, having a 4th boy was a hard pill for me to swallow.{ Of course as soon as I saw Dex's sweet face I didn't have a care in the world that he was another boy, I was in love and completely smitten.} It really
was hard for me to deal with having four boys in my home, stiking it up, tracking mud everywhere, and wrestling matches.
Now though, I couldn't imagine it any other way. It just works...and God knew it all along...what he had in store for us, and it is good.

Declan has been a DREAM of a newborn, he sleeps well at night, and is a quiet baby...just taking the three brothers in I suppose. He is so tiny {to us}, so delicate, so sweet. The newborn smiles have begun and I love soaking in each one. And though I really loathe nursing, I do love those sweet moments after he has finished and is awake, laying there and we just look at each other. It is a sweet moment that is hard to explain.

With each new baby we've had I would say each baby has gotten easier to handle. Partly it is experience, but I also think each boy has seemed to accomadate to life in this world a little easier.

I know my emotions are ALL over the place, losing my mind over some toys lying around when they should be put away, having no clue what we are going to have for dinner tonight...heck, all week, feeling like a obese whale...that is no longer pregnant, and so on. You don't want to hear it, you may want to have me commited.

Some days are completely INSANE, and have moments where I think we are the worst parents EVER, and that we CANNOT handle this,Justin has a deadline in a few weeks at work and has been extremely busy,{so I savor the late nights we have together alone...catching up on our new favorite series, Doc Martin} so we haven't seen too much of him. Mostly though it is good. REALLY good. The boys get along with one another quite well and I am excited to see them grow up together.

Max is an great eldest son. He is such a first born, so responsible, so caring, so compliant. He will do and will do most anything I ask. He is SO incredibly helpful to me. The best thing he has been doing though is in the mornings. He has been taking Evan and Liam downstairs and gives them breakfast. I remember coming down the first morning he gave them breakfast and he said to me ; " MOM! I coooked breakfast for me, Evan and Liam!" He had gotten out the toaster and bread and made them all a piece...the best part was there was no butter or jam on the toast and all 3 gobbled them up.

Evan wants to hold Declan ALL DAY LONG. He is really in love with Declan. He is so funny because he is such a people pleaser. He does not like to see others upset and tries to make them happy as soon as possible{usually}. A few days ago he was sitting with Declan and Dex started to cry and Evan came into the laundry room saying he needed to change his shirt because Dex was scared of it. It had a shark on it. :) {pretty sweet}

Liam....Liamster, Liamster, Liamster. Quite the character that one. His vocabulary
has grown so much in the last few weeks. He has been cracking Justin and I up with some of his witty phrases. And while he was scared to even come near Declan the first week or so and now he is so great at finding his paci when he is upset, and will come and kiss him at random moments. He is quite gentle and realizes that he is fragile...something I was a bit nervous about, but the kid has quite surprised me. Let's just pray he doesn't turn on me! :)

SO...life is good.It is crazy, often feels like total chaos {like when I find three of my necklaces outside in the mud and "inside" toys strewn all over our yard making me feel like we are two steps away from full on hillbilies...just need some missing teeth, which I may soon have as my dentist has been harassing me for weeks with calls to come in for a cleaning }...but overall it is great. Really great, and I thank God for this little {big} family of ours.