Helper

When Ezra was a baby Eve never thought about carrying him around. It is so funny because we didn't know that he had hemophilia but she didn't really touch him without asking. I wish that she was like that now. The other day she had picked him up and jumped off of her bed with him in her arms. Where does she get ideas like this? Do I leave him lying around for long periods of time? No. He was just on the floor scooting while I was trying to make dinner... I turn my back for one second and next thing I know I hear Evan crying in the kids room. Luckily he wasn't hurt he was just not happy. I wouldn't be happy either. Ezra has been observing this and now is getting ideas about how he should treat his brother. They are going to give me a heart attack. I can't carry the boy around all the time... I don't think he would like it too much. I try to explain but I have some pretty stubborn kids. Some days they just make me want to cry... I feel like I am trying to communicate some vital information to them but we don't speak the same language... they just don't get how important it is that Evan doesn't get thrashed by his siblings....

Playing around

Yesterday Eve's best pal Hannah was over to play... which happens a lot. Usually they play some princess game but yesterday they dressed up like rockstars... it was so hilarious. Ezra loves to dress up too. I am surprised that he didn't get on a tutu though... his favorite one is a rainbow one my sister made for Eve when Ezra was born. He loves the light up princess heels... and can actually walk in them better than the girls. I am sure it is really great for his ankles, but he is happy and sometimes that is all that matters... right? Evan just hung out in the jumperoo happy to have Eve occupied with someone else. Lately she has been obsessed with holding him and trying to get him to sit up and do things... great fun for her, not so much for him.

5 Months!!

This handsome boy is now five months old!! Where did the time go? He is really a super good baby.

I was hoping he would be a late mover... wouldn't that be nice? I am really not looking forward to the bruising and all that goes along with a tiny hemophiliac on the move. I tried holding him a lot and not giving him much tummy time but that darn baby decided he was going to be mobile just as early as his siblings... if not earlier. So now we are embracing it. I love his mode of mobility right now. He rolls around the living room. I think it is better than Ezra's first mode of mobility which was the carpet breast stroke.

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Evan is on the move. He rolls and rolls and rolls. This meant I didn't feel safe keeping him in the cosleeper anymore... so it was time to move Evan to a pack and play. The kids turned the cosleeper into a fort and played in there. Ezra was so nice... he wanted Evan to come and chill with him in his fort. 

When Ezra goes to bed at night he likes someone to come snuggle with him until he falls asleep. I can tell when he is really tired because he takes his shirt off and pretty soon after that he is out. It totally cracks me up. He is such a little man.

These Kids...

Ezra has quite the sweet tooth. He has figured out how to open the fridge and today after his nap opened the fridge and got some chocolate frosting out and was digging in... so cute. I love this age. Tonight at bedtime Eve whispered in my ear, Ezra didn't know exactly what she was doing... but had to go and breathe in my ear thinking he was doing the same thing. Eve is loving being a big sister. She thinks that she should be carrying Evan around and is just so happy to help out. Evan is just so happy to be around all this craziness in our house.

Too Tired

Lately Ezra has been exhausted. He is having a hard time going to sleep at night. He will just go and go and fight sleep like nothing else. He absolutely does not want to give in and go to sleep... he will run until there is nothing left in him. He has been grouchy, I don't know maybe he is getting new teeth, maybe he is getting sick, maybe he is growing, maybe he is having a bleed.... who knows. His life is just exhausting.

All I know is that it sure seems like he inherited his father's ability to sleep about anywhere. 

He is so funny. He hates the church nursery... seriously hates it. If I ask him if he wants to go to nursery he will rest his head on my shoulder and sigh "too tired". It sure is exhausting screaming your lungs out because you hate nursery so much. I am not pushing it... if he wants to be with me the entire time I am fine with it. Or if he wants to stay home and play with dad that is fine with me too.