Queen for a day and Family Melt Down Hour

It's a new week, and I feel a little sad that the weekend is over. I had a different than the norm sort of weekend, that started with Babysitting a 5 and 7 year old Friday morning. Jesse tagged along, of course, and I loved having 3 kiddies to deal with. It affirmed my desire for 3 kids, although my mother always says, "3 sucks." She was a middle child of 3, and was no fan of it, apparently. I like how the kids have each other to play with, and yes, fight with too. The feeling of a big family warms my heart.

On Saturday I took a break from reception, and filled in running the play classes my work center offers on the weekend. I always feel a touch nervous before doing them, cause it's a dozen parents and their unpredictable 1-3 year olds just WATCHING your every move as you sing and talk during the circle time. But, I always end up loving it. It's like performing, and I have always loved that. After my second class, all the little kids came over one by one and gave me a big hug to say thank you. Priceless.

Sunday was especially fabulous, and my husband treated me like a total queen for Valentines Day. He took the baby first thing in the morning so I could sleep in, and made breakfast, and cleaned the house, and took care of me all day long! He even took Jesse during church, so I could listen to the sermon. Dave and I haven't had the guts to put Jesse in the nursery yet. It's not cause we're wussies and don't want to leave him, we just feel bad for the nursery staff!! He's usually rather fussy during the church hours as his morning nap has been cut short to make it to church, and then he's late for his afternoon nap. Dave and I go to what is called the 10:50 at our church. It is a service held in the gym instead of the sanctuary, and is geared towards young adults and young families I would say, although anyone can go. It's a more relaxed atmosphere, and the back half of the gym is set up with tables and lots of space so kids can color or have some room to move. We have a group of friends who we sit with who have babies the same age as Jesse, and I always marvel at how calm these kids are. Jesse is just so wiggly and loud and we have to take him out once things quiet down after the worship time. I keep telling myself that although he is a handful now, he will be a confident kid who knows what he wants and stands up for what he believes in. Right now that translates into yelling when he wants things and yelling when he falls diving for a toy, and yelling when he's happy, and yelling for more food.... oh my head..... :)

Monday was FAMILY DAY in Ontario, and it was nice to have Dave around again although he had lessons to prep and marking to do all day. I put on the Olympics, and took it easy for most of the day while I looked after the little man. Jesse gave me a near melt down yesterday afternoon when he became TOTALLY miserable and cranky, and NOTHING I did seemed to settle him. We went out for a walk, and that calmed him down for about 15 minutes. But... I don't know if the agony of putting him in his snowsuit and buckling him in the stroller was worth it. A bath calmed him down for about 10 minutes later in the afternoon, and then watching Dave play Super Mario Galaxy tied him over for another 10 minutes right before bed. But it was mostly 2 hours of yell crying. Dave was trying to get his school work done, and was even getting flustered just listening to him. I do not think I would deal well with Colic. And understand how important the concept of getting out and away would be!

This morning, Jesse is back to his good loud and wiggly spirits, and I think his morning nap is coming to a close, I should be on my way and get some things done while he sleeps! Thanks for reading, I'm off.