Left to Their Own Devices

Tomorrow George will be one week old. I am ready to take back the reins of this blog and my facebook account. Abe did such a good job of handling the "public relations" concerning George's birth. He has been a serious super dad taking care of the kids and the house and me. Yesterday afternoon he retreated upstairs to the bedroom to lay down saying, "I just need to be by myself for a while. The kids are always around!"
Nice for us moms to hear that! We decided that it would be best for everyone for him to return to work today. I called him a bit ago and he sounds very relaxed!
So I'm flying solo today. So far so good. This George seems to be a very calm baby.
In the absence of a very involved mother this week, the other children have occupied themselves quite well.
This little cutie is behaving pretty much as you would expect a two year old to react to the addition of a new baby in the house. There is more crying, screaming, growling and violence (on his part) than usual. But the kids are trying to be extra nice to him and he's as funny as ever.
The ladies of the house are planning their Halloween costumes and creating beautiful fairy costumes. Let's see if I can get this right: Bethany is a Water fairy, Elinor is a Sun fairy and Faith is a Winter fairy. In their spare moments they want to hold George every chance they get.
It's been about a month since we've had any significant rainfall, but we've had some downpours the last couple of days. I loved doing this when I was a kid.
The kids set up a "school" in the garage. Their school believes in corporal punishment. I don't know quite what to make of that. A lot of the neighborhood children have gone back to school on a year-round track. Are my children trying to tell me they are ready for more structure again?
Sorry guys, I need a few more weeks.
Clark needed a break from the girls and the house yesterday, so he headed off on his bike for a solo trip to the library. This is VERY good for him. He came home with reptile books--surprise, surprise.
A couple days back Abe went on a ride to the library with the kids--minus Faith and Cannon. I cracked up at the selection of materials Abe and Clark brought home. VERY DIFFERENT from what I would have picked. This isn't bad at all, it was just funny to me. Three DVDs of "The Twilight Zone"? Good thing they have a mom and a dad.
And of course, the headliner for the week-- George Russell is doing very well. I don't want to jinx myself, but he slept phenomenally well last night-- thus my brain is clear enough to write semi-coherent sentences. I am feeling VERY grateful for the delicious dinners my neighbors have brought for my people to eat. We are easing back into functionality, but of course, one never wants to rush such things.