Dreams, etc

Last night Jeff asked me what my dreams were. At first I thought. Then I said "I don't have any." Then after a little more thought I said "I dunno. To live long enough to see my kids grown. To be a size 10, that'd be dreamy. To have a whole 24 hours in a fancy hotel all alone, with room service and a chick flik and sleep. And silence." I thought some more. "A completely organized house."

I am not sure any of those things were what he meant, except maybe the first one.

Looks like I have some dreaming to do.

it's friday I'm in love

Friday's were made for playdates and pink ensembles.

if at first you don't succeed

Things I've noticed adding a third kid to our life:
-My standard for which I let myself be seen in public has seriously lowered. "No-shower-post-workout" lowered. Sleep is still the highest priority, precious far above rubies.
-The girls are taking full advantage of having a baby around to put their own ages in perspective. I overheard Petra explain "Rills, Lars is the baby, so you are a big girl and I am a teenager!"
-Functionality is slowly pushing fashion out of the picture entirely. Either boys are really less fun to dress than girls, or I am getting more lazy. Footsie pants or better yet, footsie Pjs, keep my baby warm and my diaper changes swift.
-My diaper bag/SUITCASE has become the size of five worlds. Accommodating three kids under five with diapers, snacks, bottles, water, entertainment, etc is ludicrous. You should see me trying to make my way down the hall at church. At just the heighth of a child's head, there have been casualties.
-I've found myself calling these days the best of times, the worst of times. We've been busy, and everyday is its own blend of chaos and monotony. A full house and a giant move on the horizon. But man, I am more in love with my kids than ever. We are a full on family now. A family! All this things shall be for our good. And at least on most days I laugh as much as I cry, right?

me trying to snap a pic of me and buddyguy, and mostly missing

I can hear the wind blow

We are going on a trip today, Jeff and I. That is, if our plane ever takes off. I am practicing my mobile blogging skills as we wait for something or other to be cleared so we can take off. We are headed to Cambridge, MA. You see, Jeff was accepted into Harvard Business School! He will be studying for his MBA. We will be moving our little family of five to Boston in the fall. We are going over to Harvard for Admitted Student Weekend to get the low down and check out some housing. I am beyond excited for this first glimpse into our future. And oh yeah, it's HARVARD! The history alone makes me swoon. Not too mention the fact that an episode of Gilmore Girls was filmed there. Add all this in with the fact that it is a trip with the hubs, all alone ... Oh baby. ( or rather, no baby)

I sure will miss these little faces though. Be good, you three.

ere go

Lars, the professor.

these days

larlos and the ballerilla
(i often find her where he is)

recently, when the girls ask me for/to do/about something for the twenty thousandth time in a day (noiamnotexaggerating) I started doing this thing where I talk in the lowest voice I can muster and say "MOMMY'S NOT HERE. I AM MR. MOMMY." it sends them in to a fit of giggles and it keeps me from losing my mind by adding a bit of silliness to my day. it is gross and obnoxious, but we like it anyway. 

and then there were five.

this post is crazy overdue. 


I had a baby. a baby boy. nearly four weeks ago. and lemmetellyah. having three kids may be is the hardest transition of my life thus far. hence it taking me four weeks to find a spare moment to announce his arrival. we are taking it one day hour around here. 


lars reed stock barreled his way into the world at 6:30 am december 7th weighing in at 9lbs 9oz. it was a long afternoon, evening, night, early morning of laboring and with no aid of medical pain management, I felt all 9lbs 9oz of this boy. it was hard and frightening and what felt like to me, the valley of the shadow of death. 


but then. 


but then they put him on my chest. and I again felt that wave of overwhelming love. and the veil was thin. and my heart was as warm as his little angel soft body. and I had a son. a son! and oh, it felt like it was always meant to be. and he looked like his father. and it is heaven on earth, as literal as I can mean. 


he is well loved, and the brightest spot in all this adjustment. 




:: the name ::


lars is jeff's great great grandfather on his father's side. he was from denmark. 


reed is my maiden name, and this is me naming him after all my brothers, and my father. men I so love and admire. when I found out he was a boy, it hit home with me that my girls would have a brother. and having such wonderful brothers myself, I was just so excited for them. 


and stock, of course, as his last name. his father's name. a good name.