I Can't Promise......

I can't promise that I'm ready to be a regular blogger again.  I have high hopes; I know you have all missed my posts :).  But  I've been a bit busy.  Really busy, actually.  Adding a 3rd bambino has nothing short of ROCKED MY WORLD.  This whole being outnumbered thing isn't for the faint-hearted.   I have loved becoming a mother to a son, a son who has truly and completely captured my heart.  Managing 3, however, ages 4 and under, has been quite the challenge, quite the chaotic challenge.  As we close in on 3 months of Ben's life and me being a mother of 3, though, I feel like things are starting to fall into place, and I CAN DO THIS.

I thought before I delved any further into blogging again, I should introduce my small little blogging world to the other man in my life.  

Meet Benjamin Patrick:

Isn't he just scrumptious?  

I can't get enough of him, and he can't get enough of me.  Or rather, he can't get enough of the body parts that God gave women to feed their babies with - i.e. the boy loves to nurse.  And he would truly do it all day long if I would let him.  Many other moms of both boys and girls have assured me that their boys loved to nurse more than their daughters ever did, too.  True dat!

Have I mentioned how much this boy loves to flirt?!

This boy loves to flirt.  We are in big trouble.  He is a cooing, googly eye makin' maniac.  And not only does he carry his daddy's good-looking genes, but he also inherited his mama's dimples.  I haven't been able to capture them on camera yet though.

Ben is cooing and smiling like crazy.  He still cries a lot, too, though.  He loves to be held, and thank goodness he loves his swing, but he has to be in the mood for it.  That means most of the time, if he isn't sleeping, he's in my arms. 

Next to nursing, Ben loves his sisters.  It's amazing how he lights up when he hears them.  He loves to watch them play and dance.  He loves when they give him attention.  Both Hattie and Mary Ellen are genuinely nice to their baby brother.  They are both little mamas to him, Hattie more so of course, but Mary Ellen has her maternal moments, too.  Just yesterday I was in the bathroom, and Ben was screaming in the other room.  I heard Mary Ellen tell him, It's -kay.  Mommy be here soon, Benny. =)

Sean of course is the proudest papa ever.  He and Ben have already spent hours watching the Aggies have their best season in a long time.  I am so blessed to have married a man who is truly involved in parenting beyond bringing home the bacon.  Now, don't get me wrong; that's a BIG job in and of itself, but he also helps fry that bacon, AND he occasionally cleans up the kitchen afterwards, too.  I am one blessed gal.

Like I said, I hope to be more diligent with blogging.  Ben deserves the same blog attention that the girls got.  It's just been crazy.  Crazy hard.  And when things get crazy hard, some things have to go on the back-burner.  You know how it is.  But here is my first attempt at making room at the front of an already very crowded stove for the blog........... stay tuned..........