Two weeks

Editor's note: I've been writing this post on my phone in 5 minute intervals over the last four days. Excuse me if it sounds a bit rambling.

"You look so well-rested!" I've heard that comment a lot over the last week as I've gotten out more. I'm not sure what mom's of two-week-olds are expected to look like, but apparently, I look better than that, so yay!

I certainly don't feel well-rested. I feel like I've only slept in 2-3 hour chunks of time for the last two weeks. But, I try to have a mind-over-matter approach to it, which sometimes works to actually make me feel better. I guess it's still worth it if it only makes me look better.

I survived Jeff's first week back at work (only three days, really). And to be fair, I had LOTS of help for two of those days (big shouts out to Nai Nai, Katie J, Nancy, and Katie H!). People shuttling kids back and forth to preschool, bringing me lunch and coffee, and entertaining my big kids while I put my feet up and snuggled my baby.

But, on Thursday, I decided to call off my helpers and try it alone. Thursday is both the easiest and hardest day for us (big shout out to Kristie W for agreeing to come help out next, by the way). Both kids have preschool = Easy. I have to get both kids ready, and to and from preschool = Hard.

Thursday morning went mostly well. I got myself, Marley, and Amelia ready while Samuel slept. Then, I scooped him up at the last second, and put him directly into his car seat, hoping he would stay asleep. No such luck. He cried pretty much the whole time until we got back home.

I nursed Sam and played with Marley until it was time to get Amelia. This time everyone was happy in the car.

All year I'd had the idea that rather than go home for an hour (in and out of the car twice) we could just stay down there for lunch. I briefly considered packing a picnic lunch, but Thursday was really cold. So, I went for the next best option: walking four blocks to the beach. Still really cold, but at least we were moving. And there was hot cocoa/coffee at the end.

We made it to Beachside Cafe with just enough time to eat a couple scones and finish our drinks before we had to walk Marley back to school. I wasn't sure at first, as there were SO many interesting things to see along the way. Like two construction sites, a hammock, a friendly cat, and countless leaves, rocks, and flowers. It felt a little rushed, but so does going home in between. And, I have to say, I felt a huge sense of accomplishment going out by myself with all three of them!

Side note: I do have lots of carpool offers from preschool friends. I just need to figure out who's coming on which days.

What else do you need to know? Sam was 9lb 3oz (80th percentile) at his two-week check up. Breastfeeding's going better. Not perfect yet, but better. If I had to rank everyone from easiest to most difficult, it would go: newborn, 4-year-old, 2-year-old.

So, in conclusion, uh...we survived the first two weeks. Hooray!