Motherhood: Not for the faint of heart.

It’s really hard to type anything substantial with one hand. It’s really hard to hold and or nurse a baby without at least one hand.

See where I’m going with this?

But, photos I can do. I love this one of Eden. It’s hard to get a genuine smile captured these days from her – she tries too hard to smile and it ends up looking fake.

We went shopping tonight after Blaine got off of work. In lieu of supper, I brought cereal bars, pretzels, and trail mix. Charlotte informed me it was a great supper – but if I didn’t have snacks for them, she’d have had to have supper. Glad we got that cleared up.

Pierce’s eye met Sterling’s fist in, according to Sterling, a definite accident of flailing fists. It’s trying to turn into a black eye, but when I looked Pierce’s eye over again tonight and asked him why his eye is red, he informed he his eye is blue. True enough.

Ellie got me on Sunday. I mean, really got me. I didn’t get diapers washed in time, landing Ellie in my pre-pocket diaper stash of prefolds and covers. One dear child, spoiled by the diapers we’ve used for the last few, failed to fill gaps around legs when diapering the baby. Of course, Ellie chose that diaper, half an hour into Sunday school, to do her business – the business that only happens every few days. Oh. My. Word. Seven children in and that was a new one for me. My skirt, my shirt, my sweater, my tank top… all a lovely shade of yellow. It even stained my skin yellow.

The good news: she missed her own dress. She even nearly missed the diaper.

(This post brought to you by one-handed typing, a nursing baby, and a slightly sleep deprived momma.)