La Vie En Rose

So I'm barely finding time these days to post. I never thought being a working mom was unmanageable until I had my third child. Having a full-time job with three kids under five is JUST PLAIN NUTS. It's not that my kids aren't the best-- they are! Nor is it because my husband isn't the best-- he is! There are simply not enough hours in the day to get everything done that I need to and also have time to relax. I mean, I will go days without being able to see the latest episode of The City. Injustice!

Nevertheless, in these economic times, I am truly grateful for my job. I'm grateful for my family. I'm grateful for mindless reality television. Haha. If it weren't for my family, life would not be as colorful:

It is still one big par-tay in our home. But although they make me laugh everyday, sadly, I am not banking on my boys' athletic abilities for an early retirement of my own:

The blue markings on the floor are part of a ghetto race track I made for the boys out of painter's tape a few weeks ago when everything but the plague hit our family and the boys stayed home from school. They love it:

Audrey continues to be our little bundle of neverending joy. Over the holidays, she got her first two teeth:

But I almost want to say I gave birth to another boy disguised as a little girl. Our sweet Audrey is seriously the sweatiest little pig I know. After about 10 minutes of breastfeeding, she'll emerge from my nursing blanket drenched in sweat as if she just came in from a downpour. Lovely. She is probably also the best eater out of our three kids. She takes in about half the milk the boys did, but give her solids and the girl is a bottomless pit. She's also pretty strong.  If one of her brothers is bothering her, she won't hesitate to whack them to let them know.

Audrey Balboa:

Of course, I guess that makes her very much a girl. Like how she likes to be all up in everyone's business. Or how she likes to play hard-to-get with strangers or wrap her dad around her itty bitty finger. And how one day she'll get her period like I did again a couple months ago after going a glorious year and a half without. Blech. Of course, this means I can get pregnant again which, given my current crazy sleep-deprived schedule, is something I will seriously consider, mmmm, when I'm dead.