Tornadoes...

So I have decided to write a comic, I want to start a comic although I am not sure how to start it, cant draw people worth a crap, and well have no literary talent.  I barely passed English courses in HS, and skated by in College.  Once I took the required entry level English, I stayed away by any means possible, taking, Greek and Roman lit, Russian womens lit, any other lit just not to take the dreaded English course.
Anyway, I digress.  Tornadoes.  Def. from wikipedia.. "A tornado is a violently rotating column of air ...They are often referred to as twisters or cyclones"

The Tornado, a T2, look her hand is in motion, its picking up momentium!

Could we adapt this for children, specifically one child, a little girl named Takoda?  I have decided that she is my tornado, a violently spinning mass, picking up and dropping things along her path of distruction, chaos, and grace. 
I say grace gently, because she is a sweet, caring, emotional little girl, but she is constantly leaving shoes, I mean shoe, and clothes, and socks, I mean sock, and jewelry, towels, underpants...whatever have you.  EVERYWHERE.  The bathroom, the kitchen, the bedroom, hers, mine, her brothers.  Thank goodness I only have 2 floors, and 3 rooms, plus the kitchen and the main play area(which is also my formal dining room, laundry room, and den...).  I find 1 sock, I loose 1 sock.  I find a shoe, she looses a shoe.  Im actually amazed that she still has matching socks, and shoes!
The best part about the tornado is that its not just her stuff either.  Its everyones stuff.  Her brothers, both of them now.  Each morning she decides she wants to pick out what Tate should wear, so she brings clothes,socks and shoes downstairs, or into my room, or whereever baby and I are.  I look at the outfit, matched or unmatched, and debate if it is worth making T3 super angry to change his outfit to appease her.  I decide against it.  She gets upset, but somehow the Tornado manages to bring the outfit with her. 
Her room is a hazmat scene.  I need it deemed a national emergency.  Today I went in and actually saw the floor probably because I got upset with her and told her she was NOT wearing a skirt to her playdate today(it was with Blake...her BF).  So she didnt have time to totally destruct her room.  But over the weekend, and probably tomorrow FEMA could come and help me put it back together.  Its hard too, because now she shares her room with Tate, even though he doesnt yet sleep in there. 
Anyway, my comic would be about Teighan, Im thinking T-Man, need to think of a superpower for him, Koda Woman, her superpower is Tornado like destruction(I suppose like Storm) and T3, not sure yet what his name or superpower is either.  Koda I watch and observe, all day, everyday.
I watch with awe and wonder at how something so sweet, can be full of such chaos and destruction, and at the same time do it all with such grace.
I watch her in the totally unmatched outfit, dance around the house dropping stuff all along her path.  She told her Dad the other day, when he said she didnt match, that famous people dont match!  Well she is set, fashionista here we come!
I have given up though, I suppose it comes with 3, a level of control you loose.  Another part of your sainity taken.  The mystery is not how to get it back but how to completely let it go and just run with it? 
The tornado has hit...we are in the direct path...but for how long?

Mothers Day

SO 7am...I wake up after going to bed at 1am not too bad considering I do have a 1mo old.  He slept really well last night, he also nursed for an hour and a half, and I offered him 50ml of breastmilk cause he seemed fussy.  This is not the case at all, he just prefers the boob to a pacifier, although he will accept a finger, either the pinkie(Sean's) or the ring finger(mine) as a far off second.  So he slept, he should have, he probably had 4oz at least in his belly.
So back to waking up, I found my Mothers Day cards for my mom and my MIL last night and signed them and put them for Sean to sign if he wanted to.  Didnt know if he got cards or not, but as I was nursing T3 this morning, I heard scratching(like a pen on paper) so I figured he remembered.  I pretended I didnt hear this, somewhat expecting a card shortly...but I didnt get one. 
I mentioned the cards for the MIL's and he said he got one for his mom so I went back to my focus at hand a little one latched for dear life onto my nipple.  I then heard him say the kids, we didnt get cards from the kids.  I said have them make some.  So he went downstairs and had them make theirs.
Still waiting and wondering, I finished and got dressed.  T came up giving me my card from them, and said I looked pretty and Happy Mothers Day.  We all went to breakfast, which was delicious and probably enough calories for the whole day.  Then we ventured to the mall to pick up the mothers day presents I had ordered for the moms, and friends in my life, pictures of the kids, all of them :)
When we finally got back home, we Sean and I were standing in our bedroom and I realized that I didnt get a card from him, so something prompted him to say something about buying something(I dont remember what exactly).  So I said kiddingly seriously...Kiddingly :) Hi honey, xoxoxo, did you get me a card too?  Oh, honey, he followed me into the bathroom as I was going to use the bathroom and said, whispering in my ear "I found those in my drawer...from last year".  OH, ok you are off the hook, so you didnt just forget me, you totally forgot, and just got lucky that you had a mom and mommy one for me and your mom.  OK, phew, I thought for a minute he just forgot his wife, that just had a baby, and well broke doctors orders already, well quite a few times for quite a few things, I dont listen very well.  I suppose this is why my children dont listen very well either, lead by example they say...
Anyway, he then said, as I am sitting on the toliet, that he DID get me a card, it was a pop up, and all I had to do is pull the zipper to get it...LOL

Sex?

Sex...
Sex.....
Sex......
6 weeks for sex?  Really, why?  I dunno. C'mon...
We are going to be in trouble.
You are looking for trouble...
There is going to be a T4...
Sex...
I laugh, and laugh, and laugh and Im not laughing at anyone, just the situation.  It is hard to be married to a man that well...you could...you know ANYTIME, ANYWHERE...no holds bard...
BUT, 6 weeks....
He goes back on the road(before 6 weeks!!!) and then our natural birth control starts again, if he isnt here...
BUT, SEX!
I am thinking just the same way he does, cause, well, its hard to be married to a man that you, well...I wrote it above.
Im thinking that we shouldnt be able to go vacationing on our own for a while cause trouble will be cumming....LOL
Its good though, being married to a man who still does that to you each time you see him, especially Neked...and apparently even after 3 babies, 3 csections he still wants you the same way :)
Like I have said before I am blessed, I am thankful we found each other in the bar that night...even though we only talked and didnt see each other again for a month or so...he never left my mind(I suppose I left his, he was pretty drunk...but thats not the story Ive heard)
So Sex.  There shouldnt be any reason why anyone gets embarrased by reading this, or thinking about it(SEX) it is good and healthy. I feel sad for the people out there who arent getting any, I can understand why people could cheat after years and years of not getting any, it is important for any relationship to stay healthy, so go out and get you some!

Transition...

So I thought that the transition from being pregnant to having a newborn would be much easier then this.  However I forgot that I have 2 older children that need me a lot and have lots of activities.
I call this transition, the point where I go from being a mom to a 6 and 5 year old to being a mom to a newborn, then a mom to a 5 and 6 year old.  I put it this way because my priority right now has to be Tate, then Koda then Teighan.  Although T is my most sensitive child, I think this new baby has hit K much harder then T.  My priority the past few months has been T, with helping with school and reading, but now he is truckin on, all by himself so he is ok.  Still needs me to look over his reading sometimes he misses words or doesnt read them right, but for the most part he is ok.
K needs me right now, which is really hard because T3 takes a lot of my time.  K is very mopy and sad.  If I cry(because I am stressed or because Tate hasnt been eating well...another blog) she cries hysterically and I cant get her to settle.  The first night I read them stories after T3 was born, I cried and then they cried.  It was a crying fest.  It is much harder then I thought.  Since Sean has been travelling since K was 6mo old, its basically always been me solo, and them.  We had our routine, everynight same thing, baths, stories, bed.  Now Im lucky if I get upstairs for bath and bed(myself).
T3 is doing well, not really gaining weight and not nursing well(even though there is plenty of milk) so this has been an issue for me.  I am now supplementing pumped milk, but I am nursing, pumping, feeding, nursing, pumping, feeding......
Thank goodness Sean is still home to help out I dont know what will happen on Monday when he goes back to work, then on the 24 is his first trip, 6 days...Everyone says I will fall right back into my routine, and I probably will, I am just nervous.
I am the type of mom(unfortuantely) that beats herself up if she doesnt do the best for her kids all the time.  If I dont spend enough time with each of them, or read to them, or help with homework, or make lunch...I will have a heartattack, from focusing so much on them(or others) then myself.  I need to allow myself to slip, and fall sometimes.
I am lucky to have a great pediatrician who reminds me of this.  Who reminded me that if TnT watch a little too much TV, or eat a little unhealthy, or go to bed without a bath they will live.  I gave them 100% attention the first year although K had to share with T and now both TnT have to share with T3...and I have to learn how to divide my time, and still have my sanity.
So transition has been much harder then I thought, when people ask me if Im happy not to be pregnant anymore, I answer NO.  I enjoyed being pregnant, if I didnt have csections, I would have more...who knows, maybe there will be a T4 :) 
Being pregnant I still could do my routine, now I just have to figure out a new one, maybe K gets to school really early, or a few minutes late, its only a few more weeks.  Maybe T has to become more self relient and walk to and from the bus stop by himself some mornings.  Maybe T3 has to wait a little longer to nurse or earlier...I dunno.
All I do know is I am blessed to have 3 healthy children, lucky to have a wonderful, loving, helpful husband, and its ok if my house is messy, and my hair not perfect as long as we are all happy!
Now to get in some me time...0;)