This weekend started out feeling like we were drowning a bit. We spent Friday night to Saturday morning tending to Grae with a case of the pukes, and Major waking to feed every few hours. We got little to no sleep, and the girls last soccer games were Saturday morning. I had hoped to make it, but there was no way Grae was leaving the house and with Brady being the coach, it only made sense for me to stay home with the two younger ones. It was breaking my heart to miss the last game, but they had plenty of family show up to make up for me and the babies not being there.
Our Saturday project plans got rained out, and our scheduled meals after the baby ended. With Grae feeling a bit better, we left our house with all four kids and went to grab our quick and easy favorite – Durangos. And we survived! On Sunday, we were only 30 minutes late for pictures (so sorry ash!) and even though Grae was completely uncooperative, we managed a decent session to welcome Major into some family photos. I even had a good hair & makeup day to boot! Having four kids has been a dream come true, but I have also wondered more than once how I was going to function in the outside world.
On Sunday afternoon, Grae woke up a little early from her nap, the baby had just eaten and gotten changed, the big girls were getting along, and I was ready for the first time in two weeks. “Let’s go on an adventure!” I proposed to the family, and in 5 minutes we were loaded in the car. We found ourselves in Springdale, ate dinner, grabbed a treat and soaked in the beautiful scenery.
On the way home, my heart was filled to the brim, our four children were fed and happy, and I held my husband’s hand as we drove. I looked over to him and realized that with 1 baby or 4, no matter how crazy life sometimes gets, we are still very much us.