Hey there guys. I've taken a break from blogging over the past 2 months. I wanted to get used to being here in California, being alone with the kids all day, and just adjust to all of this change. I have to say, it is so different.
First off, being in California is great. I love being near my family and getting to see them everyday is definitely something I missed big time. Do I wish we had our own place and weren't living with my family right now? Sure. Of course. I miss my belongings, space, and routine. It is a challenging situation when it comes to the way families do things. They do things a certain way, and we do it our way. Combining those routines is sometimes like water and oil. It just doesn't blend well, but we're working the kinks out still.
Second, being a stay at home mom of two is..... BUSY. If you think I get to sit around and do a whole lot of nothing all day, you are nuts. I thought that it was super easy the first month, until I realized that was only because Dillon was home! Once we got here he had a job in less than a week! He was off to work and I was like, "AHHHHHHH"!!!!
Opal wants one thing and is crying, and then Oliver wakes from a nap or freaks out because his sister is and then I am not sure who to console first... oh gosh. LOL. Now that Oliver is getting bigger, it is getting easier. (less diapers, nursing is timed further out and he enjoys watching movies with his sister.)
But man, some days they are like tag-teaming on me. It just never ends.. But then it does. And Dillon comes home, and things get easier and then I get to sleep a couple hours. So, bear with me through, I wanna say maybe the next 9 months until Oliver is walking and playing with Opal. Maybe then it might be easier.
But if I am being completely honest, I think the hardest thing about it all is just trying to find time for myself. Today is Tuesday. The last shower I had was on Thursday. Last week. Ugh. The closest thing I got to a bath recently was sitting in the tub with Opal, and holding Oliver while we washed him Sunday evening. He outgrew his bathtub so my lap is now a makeshift solution until I go to the store or something.
Have I mentioned how fast this dude is growing? He is now 3.5 months old, weighs around 17 or 18 lbs, is in size 6-9 (mostly 9) month clothing and is so darn cute. We tried sitting him in his sister's old pink bumbo seat the other day, but he was a little too chunky. Isn't that so funny? I just adore his little rolls. They're so pinchable and cute.
I'm pretty sure this whole post is just me rambling, and I don't really have a real "point" to get across other than that I am tired, need a shower, and I love being in California.
I'll go into detail later on about how things have actually been, what we've done here so far, and whats coming up.
xoxo, Chels.
