It Ain't No Thang...

I love, love, love this picture...and though you can't tell it just by looking at it...Adler was looking up at Asher sitting right next to him...so to me, it just looks like brotherly adoration...


Further proof that these little men are becoming fast friends...














I kind of love these next two...I like how Adler is in focus in the first one and Ayris is blurred out...and then Ayris is in focus and Adler is blurred...




Ackkkk! I couldn't tell which was my favorite...


But I think I finally settled on this one...




See Adler just staring at Asher again...


Oh...these pictures just melt me...its like the perfect family love...caught in the flash of a camera...like you have to have pictures of it or you actually question it's existence...because you know that it's complete chaos the other 99.9% of the time between siblings...at least it feels like that sometimes =)














And these pictures just cracked me up...I came into the bathroom one day and Asher had found one of Chris' games and was playing it...is it just innate that boys seek out material for the bathroom? And then Asher had put his underwear on backwards and kept walking around trying to pull them up...it had me laughing for a good 10 minutes straight as I watched him pull them up and then pick out his wedgies from doing so...


The problem with all of these photos is that I can't get each kid looking good in the same picture...




So really...life with three is not impossible. At least not like I thought it would be...perhaps it's that Adler is still pretty perfect...or just the fact that I shouldn't have been so worried to begin with...kinda makes me feel like I can handle anything though...4, 5, 6, 7 kids?? I'm totally kidding...Chris would die...literally I'm sure. But seriously I won't be worried about the 4th when it comes now =) Of course, I try to be realistic and remember that I may hate the numbers more once Adler is crawling...or walking...or getting into everything...or better yet...when he has the mouth on him that the oldest have now. The thing that made me realize things have changed (i.e. become easier or just less of a big deal...more relaxed) is when during week 2, Chris and I were upstairs watching a movie together...I'm pretty sure we didn't watch movies with Ayris until like month 2 or 3...we were so tired all of the time that was the last thing we wanted to do. Chris' reasoning was that we're just used to "the tired" now that it doesn't make any difference...not only that but we've gone out as a family of 5 more now in the last month than I think we ever did as a family of 3 or 4...SO...even though I still can't believe I'm almost 30 and a MOM *gasp*, I must be at least getting the hang of it...or caring less about the small things. Which reminds me...I took the boys with me to Verizon Wireless the other day while my mom was watching Ayris and while I was talking to the guy, Asher kept opening the door and shutting it, when this girl who looked all of 15 maybe walks in and kind of ushers Asher away from the door, then looks at me and says "I just don't want him to get his hand stuck in the door"...and when she left, I thought to myself...yeah, maybe if this was kid number one I'd be all concerned but right now I'm thinking that it's keeping him busy and if he squishes his hand then he will have learned a lesson right? That's just the difference between now and then I guess...but thank you to the adolescent for trying to help me raise my son (and no people, there was no danger in what he was doing...he was literally opening and shutting the door to hear the bell ring).

As for Adler...I weighed him on the scale with me the other day and he was registering around 10 pounds...although, as of a few days ago, he was switched over to 100% formula so I imagine he'll start packing on the pounds now. As for his perfection...his nighttime perfection is saved for Chris' schedule...he sleeps from around 9-3 a.m., which is when my shift begins...so I feed him and dependent upon whether or not he wants me to be slightly crabby the next day, he'll either go straight back to sleep or he'll keep me up for the next 2 hours with his noises that I can only describe as a mixture of a person who is grunting with constipation/a pig going to slaughter/and a baby lamb doing that little noise they do...I mean, the kid has pure talent to combine all of those noises at once right? Well, his other talent is that he's able to sleep fine through all of that crap while keeping me up with it =) His cute little butt has been put in the crib now twice just so I can get two hours of sleep before his next required feeding at 6 (so you do the math...he can sleep 6 hours during Chris' shift but during mine, he's up every 2-3???) I should mention that Chris has offered to switch with me numerous times but for some reason I can't seem to accept...I keep thinking the one time that I do, Adler will switch his schedule and I'll be up the whole time when I've just been up a previous 18 hours beforehand...I should also mention that Chris took him ALL NIGHT last night because I woke up with a migraine that made me want to vomit AND Chris will be taking him all night on Saturday when Ayris and I have a girls night at a hotel...so thanks Chris!

I think I have more to say but Adler keeps wanting my attention...I keep telling him that people need to hear about him and want to see pictures but he doesn't seem to care! Plus, he stinks like formula and needs a bath =)

P.S. I just stopped blogging and starting singing Celine Dion to him and got my third smile from him...yea! I got two of them the other night when I was talking to him and doing stupid stuff trying to get smiles...but I've been waiting for "awake" smiles instead of just all the smiles I get in his sleep.