November 16, 2005
Sometimes Even Snoogley Isn’t Enough (Gabrielle)
Yesterday I made the two dresses I was talking about and they came out so nicely. Samuel insisted that I wear the purple one today so I did. I felt so snuggly in my snoogely dress. I guess Crystal hadn’t slept well last night because Justice was in the swing downstairs when I got up. He was not pleased with the situation as it currently stood so I picked him up and started making breakfast. The children heard me moving around downstairs and all began clamoring to come down. I told them to get dressed. Arianna said she already had and then had changed into her ballerina costume. I told her to change back. Isaac said he didn’t have any clean pants that fit him and Samuel needed one of everything. They had clean clothes, but the clean clothes were very nicely folded and on the laundry room table at the time instead of being nicely folded and in their drawers. I took Justice up with me and found clothes for all of them. By this point my hand was going numb and I needed two hands so I put him back in his swing and listened to him scream. I was getting breakfast closer to being ready when the boys came down, dressed and in costume. They went out into the family room where Justice was screaming and started sword fighting. Arianna brought Noah down and the boys broke a glass. So I put the oatmeal on low and locked Noah in the kitchen while I cleaned up the broken glass. Justice was expressing his displeasure at being back in his swing at the top of his lungs and Noah was equaly perturbed by being kept in the kitchen. The children kept asking helpful questions like, “Are you done yet?”. Of course they needed to be sure I could hear them from the kitchen so they used this opportunity to demonstrate the fine lungs and vocal cords God gave them. I hollered back for Arianna to stir the oatmeal and finally cleaned up the glass and the water. I had the older kids set the table while I changed Noah’s diaper, got him dressed and listened to Justice scream. I served the oatmeal while Noah was flipping out about something so I made him sit down on a chair until I told him to get up. After I got everything ready for breakfast with the help of the older kids I told Noah to get up and I told Isaac to help Noah get in his chair. Noah refused to go with Isaac. I tried again and it was the same thing. It was weird. The best I can figure is that Noah isn’t used to Isaac picking him up and he just didn’t trust him not to drop him. He went with Arianna just fine. We all ate oatmeal and I got a couple annoying drips on me because I was once again down to one hand. The kids ate their oatmeal without any mishap and Noah ate his with his normal amount of messiness. This would not normally be a problem except that I was really thinking ahead and I had put Noah in clean clothes without a bib. So after breakfast I gave him a bath while Arianna held Justice and the boys cleared the table. It was a loud, hectic morning. I feel like it should have gone better because I was wearing my new, snoogely dress, but I guess sometimes even snoogely isn’t enough to stave off the madness.
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