The Life and Times…
You know, I never intended to be internet famous.
But, here we are again.
My blog post about Henry accidentally getting locked in the hot car is resurfacing just in time for Hot Car Death Season. (That should not be a thing…)
You may have noticed that I haven’t been blogging much since that post originally went viral. After years of sharing my life with the interwebz I hit some unexpected popularity, and with it came more attention than I ever could have imagined or wanted! I mean honestly I don’t have the emotional wherewithal to comb through hate mail. I’m just not interested.
Though I do have to say I got quite a few nice messages and comments as well to balance it out, so there’s that.
So yeah–teach your little kids to escape from your car should they be trapped inside. Every vehicle and every child’s abilities are vastly different. Many cars have simple buttons to hit for opening doors or back hatches. Point them out and try them. In our Highlander you have to hold down the button until it beeps, which took my son a few tries to understand. Tell your child to honk the horn if they can’t open the door. In the very least if they’re stuck in a carseat tell them to bang on the window to get attention.
My son panicked and just sat there and cried. It’s just not something I had ever thought to discuss with my preschool aged children prior to our incident. Make a plan!
Moving on… ;)
Parenting twins has consumed all of my brain power as of late. They may be actually eating my brain cells. I’m tandem nursing them, so it’s possible!
I never have time to actually use two hands to type up blog posts on a laptop. I haven’t even been taking pictures with my big camera, that’s how dire the situation here has become.
The twins are sitting up by themselves now, which makes them much happier, though Beatrix is still particularly needy.
Life is crazy, but the twins are incredibly adorable and I can’t imagine not having them!
Currently we also have a foster son who is six weeks old. He’s only here for a few weeks for respite care, then he’s going back to his permanent foster family. He is the most gorgeous baby–very dark brown skin, huge dark eyes, silky soft black curls. He sleeps a lot and rarely cries. He was born addicted, but he’s doing quite well, even close to doubling his birth weight already. The girls (who are now 8 and almost 12) are enjoying cuddling him and bottle feeding him. Henry too.
Having three babies isn’t nearly as frightening as it sounds considering he sleeps so much. I just get allllll of the baby snuggles! I could do with more sleep though. That’s an entirely different subject. I just keep on telling myself that this time of little sleep is but a blip on the radar. Soon these babies will be grown and the time of waking 36 times per night to nurse someone will be over.
I’ve been up to all kinds of fun projects lately.
Ok that’s a lie, I’ve mostly been sitting in my yoga pants nursing and cuddling babies. And they’re still maternity yoga pants. Shhh.
But I did join a gardening club! It’s called Greater Columbus Growing Coalition, for those of you local to me in Ohio. The club has these really awesome plant drops where a local garden center brings a truck and literally drops off all of their surplus plants! Some are nice, others are in need of TLC. Each drop varies in quantity, quality, and type of plants. I now have an insane amount of gorgeous flowers, and my garden is fully planted up with left over veggie plants and melons from the plant drops.
Check out my lettuce container garden!
It’s like Christmas multiple times a week! Did I mention it’s all free, aside from the yearly $20 dues?
What I’ve really needed is a reason to get dressed and drag the babies out of the house, as well as a chance to socialize with other adults. This garden club has definitely fulfilled that need.
We met an older lady named Linda at the meetings. She just absolutely loves the twins, and my big kids too. She’s become a new friend. Very thankful to have met her. She’s so full of cheer and encouragement. One of my kids said, “It’s like we just got another grandma!” Henry particularly hams it up for Ms. Linda. Hah. We’ve exchanged phone numbers and everything.
The only downside to this garden club is that my husband has gotten annoyed and accused me of becoming a plant hoarder.
Is there such a thing as too many flowers?
I say no.
He says yes, when you can’t walk on your porch without tripping over pots and running into hanging baskets.
Flowers make me happy. Babies make me happy. Cats make me happy.
I’ve surrounded myself with all three of these things.
Life is too short to be unhappy.