Why YES....

I DO have a third child....

It has come to my attention that Norah is not getting much love here on the Crazy blog. For a child that cried the first three months of her life, she is pretty easy now. The reason I don't talk much about her is because she is just easy and perfect. Maybe it just seems that way in comparison to Destructive McCrazy and The Cleaner. It is nice to have a child that just sits and smiles at me and laughs at everything I say. She doesn't shout no or tell me that I don't understand. Right now she is doing what she does 90 percent of the time. Sitting in my lap, chewing her fingers, smiling up at me a few times and growling (that is her happy sound). I took this picture a few minutes ago (before I put her in my lap). She has discovered her fingers and they are a never ending source of fascination these days. She also has started to grab her feet and roll around. She is 6 months old this week, yikes. Apparently 6 months is brought to us by the letter "g". She is starting to "talk" and it is all g sounds. Ga ga. Goo goo. Guh guh. Her hair is still enormous (and I do mean enormous) but I can't stand to braid it yet, because I love to play with it.

I took both the little kids to a black hair salon and they were kind of mean to me (fine, it was a good example of how my kids will feel some of the time). When I asked them about the babies hair and if I was taking the right care of it, they told me I was over thinking it and didn't need to oil it or anything like that. Hmmm. According to every black woman that see me (and stops me) in Walmart I am not taking good enough care of it. I have both sides of the spectrum. They told me to bring Cubby in to have his head shaved every week. I don't think I want to do that. First of all, it gets kind of expensive and it is also pretty far away. I really am looking for ways to get these kids into situations that make them "just like everyone else" and not the only different one. We live in a pretty white town. I have had no luck finding black teachers or doctors. I can't afford the preschool in the part of town that is predominantly black (It was a GREAT little school, every teacher and child was black but it cost 950$ a month...). Hmm. Maybe we need to move to New York after all......

Sadly for the Golden One... she has a brother that has to get in on anything that others are doing (like the above hair discussion, it started being about her and ended up being about Cubbo, oooops) Let me demonstrate. Here is baby Nori sleeping on her daddy's chest. Snuggle time. How sweet.......

Not really, she was just getting her loves in between Jacob being thrown in the air....

Finally, some alone time with Daddy. Norah falls asleep while Dad, the ultimate multi tasker, does his ab work... (you can just see Cubby rushing in....)

"Hi Dad, Hi. Can I play?"

Even taking pictures. I was trying to snap a picture of the baby and Jacob ran up and laid down right next to her...and then cried because de didn't want me to take his picture.... but look how big they are getting! She is looking at him like he is crazy.

What has become clear to me is that I have almost NO pictures of Norah. This Mamma needs to get on the ball. Time to do a Norah photo shoot. For some reason it gets harder and harder to pull out the old camera and snap some pictures. I need to work on that.

Happy Tuesday.