So, having 4 kids is kicking my butt. I really went into having Avery thinking that we had this whole parenting thing down, we understood our kids and had a good groove and adding 1 more child wasn't going to be that hard.
Enter reality...
It's been much harder than anticipated. It's not impossible, but I definitely feel like Jim Gaffigan's take on having 4 kids...it's like you are drowning...and someone hands you a baby.
The hardest part is Oliver. I feel bad saying that, but he is impossible right now. He's just soooooo busy and into everything and too young to actually discipline effectively. His therapists have noted that he has a below average attention span for his age, so I'm sure that doesn't help. Add on his inability to communicate with words and it just that much harder. He tries soooo hard to get tell us what he wants, but so often we are unable to understand him, and then he gets so frustrated and it just turns into a scream fest.
I'm trying to decide if we just don't remember this age, or if Oliver is actually our most difficult child so far. I think it's a little of both. Last time we went through toddler-hood was with Elliot...and we only had Isabel and Elliot to take care of at that time. This time we have 3 extra kiddos to keep track of AND Oliver is a little above and beyond in difficulties.
Poor Avery. The other day I left her doing tummy time while I was doing my makeup and she went from her protesting coos to full on screaming bloody murder...and when I got to her, I saw Oliver sitting on her head, smashing her face into the carpet. Oliver isn't malicious towards her, but he just can't quite grasp the concept of being gentle. He actually loves Avery a lot, actually too much, and that leads to him being in her face...all.the.time. It's just too much.
Robbi has told me that having 3 young kids at the same time was the worst year of her life...and I totally understand that now. My reading time has drastically been reduced, my ability to keep the house clean is soooo hard, and just getting out of the door without forgetting something vital is pretty much impossible. I tried to go to Target the other day and my goal was to get there by 9 am. We walked out the door at...10:45 am. I had to nurse Avery, then she fell asleep so I let her nap, meanwhile I started some laundry, got Oliver dressed, got myself ready, played a game with Elliot while we waited for Avery to wake up, then she woke up and needed to nurse again, then threw up on herself, then needed a bath, then we FINALLY walked out the door. And I forgot to bring snacks so then everyone was whining and hungry for the entire shopping trip. Sigh.
Anyway, in other news, we've been having fun getting to know more of our ward members. There are so many families that are in similar makeup to ours, 3-4 kids, our age, etc. Most of them don't have family nearby either, so their Sundays and holidays and weekends aren't already filled with family activities...which makes it easier to plan things with them! So we've had a really great time being social. Silver linings, right?
We've also been busy figuring out our finances. Matt and I have both read an investing book, and we are going to trade them here soon, and we are even meeting with a financial planner that Matt's group pays for. I feel like I've REALLY learned a lot about it all and it's been very interesting. But it's also stressful, realizing how much of our income is already spoken for in order to play catch up for the years of med school and residency when we weren't able to really put retirement savings into play. Add in student loans, and wow...we don't have much disposable cash. But that's okay, I'm so grateful we have the means to pay for our goals and loans and still have SOME left over, even if it's not as much as I would have liked at this stage in the game. All in good time, right?