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.