Unhandy Helpers

It's been a little over a month since I had Katurah. I feel like I have adjusted pretty well. The middle two kids may tell you differently. I guess I'm losing my edge, so they are constantly trying to "help." Like when Zeke wanted a snack and I was nursing, why not help himself to half a dozen eggs? Or when Amari thought the cats needed food, why not dump the entire bag on the kitchen floor and play riverdance in it?
Or when Zeke's not feeling pretty and I'm changing a diaper, why not help himself to my makeup and ruin most of it.

Or when the baby is sleeping and I try to get ANYTHING done. Why not wake her up with a scary amount of sisterly love?

And I wonder why I am getting grey hair. But look! They really are cute.

Zeke put an orange cup on his chin at dinner and said "Look, I'm Dadda!" (My hubby is a redhead with facial hair btw) He also claims the baby in the nativity is "not Jesus, it's Zekie!"

It took me a while to figure out what to get Jess for Christmas. When I asked Pantera what I should get him she replied "He probably just wants a day off with his family, he's a real emotional guy."