Kale Chips & Rolling

7 weeks later, I'm back! I'm telling you, I wish I had the momentum to write every day. But anyway...

Malachi just rolled over! He was on his birdie mat, the same birdie mat that saw both girls' first rolls as well...laying on his back, sucking his thumb like crazy. I was in the kitchen making eggs and avocado for Leah, and I heard him start to fuss. It was just a complainer fuss at first but it got louder and louder, so I went to check on him, and there he was on his tummy! I clapped and cheered while Leah wondered what the celebration was all about. I called Ricardo right away to tell him, and the first thing he asked was how old the girls were...and then with a note of pride noted that it WOULD be the boy to do it all early. Haha. For the record...he is 15 weeks, a week and half shy of turning 4 months.

Yesterday I went to TJ's to get groceries, and while I was there in the chip aisle, which I should never be allowed to go down and which I was only there to get Akmak crackers, I saw something called Nacho Kale Chips. They looked interesting enough that I reached for a bag and read the ingredients, and saw that they seemed pretty legit. So in the cart they went...

When I got home I opened them and tried one...and was so amazed at how delicious they were! They had the crunch of a chip that I so crave, and phenomenal flavor. They reminded me a lot of Sun Chips, garden salsa variety, which I love but never buy anymore. I thought that my family would be equally as thrilled, and gave Savannah one first. A few munches, and she announced she liked it. But somewhere between the first and second chip, things changed, and she wrinkled her nose and said now they tasted gross. ???

Up next was Ricardo, and again, I gave a sample and waited for excitement to ensue. To say there was a lack of positive feedback would be an understatement. He could not pinpoint WHY exactly he didn't like them, but he absolutely did not agree with me that they were good - or ALMOST as good - as chips.

Well, that was all last night. Today I took the little ones outside to play, and grabbed the kale chips to munch on while we were out there. Leah spied the bag right away.

"What's that!?"

"Look!" I said, infusing my voice with excitement. "They are green chips!"

"I want one," she said and proceeded to munch away. Two seconds later the little nose wrinkled up, much like here sister's had. "I not like it. I not like this GREEN chip. I want a different one. I want a
LELLOW chip!"

When I laughed and told her sorry, no yellow chips, just green chips, she decided they might taste better if she held the bag herself. She ate several bites and then gave it back. I can tell she is undecided, maybe a bit confused by them. She probably thinks they're good, but not quite in the same way that her beloved lellow chips are.

Adjusting

Malachi will be 8 weeks old tomorrow. I still need to sit down and write a post about his birth, but first...I've been thinking, wracking my brain trying to remember when Leah was a newborn. I honestly can't remember ANYTHING. Occasionally Malachi will so something, and I'll have a flash of deja vu, thinking, Oh, yeah, Leah used to do the exact same thing! But as far as having exact and set memories of that time with her...nothing.

I thought it was pretty strange, this lack of memory, but when Mom was here, she asked me something about Malachi, about what he did the previous week. I looked at her blankly, and absolutely could not remember. The days, the weeks, were all blurring together, and now -  not only could I not remember Leah's newborn days, I couldn't even remember Malachi's previous week!

So I'm pretty sure I need to start blogging again.

Probably the hardest part of my day is around 4 o'clock. We get home from getting Savannah at school, and she is STARVING, and she will tell me how hungry she is nonstop until she is fed. Sometimes Malachi needs to eat right then too, plus there is homework to do, and dinner to finish (or sometimes start!) and Leah is clamoring for a woo-woo.

Two days ago, right around this time, I took Malachi back to our bedroom to change his diaper. As usual, the girls go where I go, and they all piled on the bed to get one inch away from his face and talk to him in high-pitched squeaky voices. He was a little bit stuffy, so I grabbed the bottle of nose drops and was concentrating on getting them  in his tiny nose. I normally try to watch Leah when she's on the bed with him - I am always afraid she will stand up and then plop on his head - but I was so focused on his nose that I was oblivious. They were bouncing around, and then out of nowhere her little foot came swinging across and grazed the side of his head. I don't think it was hard, but he started wailing like nobody's business. It freaked me out, and I snatched him up and marched around the side of the bed, where she was now lying on my pillow, with Savannah sitting by her feet.

"You just kicked Malachi in the HEAD!" I said, and I'm sure I sounded super mad.

Poor Savannah, she looked at me with stricken eyes, and said, "Who, me?"

"No. LEAH!"

Leah, not at all sure what I was thundering around about, gave me a half smile, and said, "But why?"

Ever the rule follower, Savannah instructed her, "Say your sorry!"

At that point I told Savannah to take Leah to her room and play with her so I could have a couple of quiet minutes and so I could check him. I took Malachi back to the rocking chair and started to feed him (he was perfectly fine). A couple of minutes later the girls came out, and Savannah again prompted Leah to apologize.

"Sowwy," Leah said, although I still don't think she knew what was going on.

Then Savannah said, "Mom, it seemed like Leah was kind of happy at first that she did it."

I didn't think Leah was paying attention, but she immediately honed in on that, and started shaking her head vigorously.

"I NOT like it!" she announced firmly.

Lovely 4 o'clock hour.