Busy Week

Well, I finally have things to blog about, but don't have the energy or motivation to actually do it. I'm sure many of you are DYING to hear my little Maylee's birth story (please note the sarcasm), and I will write it soon, but until then--- this will suffice.

We are all doing well and are so grateful for the help we've received this week. Our precious baby girl was born on Tuesday, April 6, 2010 at 3:03am. Her name is Maylee Elizabeth Wall. She was 6lbs 2oz & 18 inches long, which is only one ounce smaller than Carson was and was the same height. She also has the EXACT same birth marks as Carson did in ALL THE SAME PLACES! Pretty crazy stuff. Who knows why I make such cute, tiny babies with birth marks?

Carson loves to hug her and kiss her, and he also like to hit her and throw things at her. It's a great adventure at our house! We had to start 'time-out' with him today for hitting her, because we know HE KNOWS better, and it's terrifying when we don't stop him in time. (Sucks to be the second child.) But don't worry, I have watched enough Super Nanny to know what I'm in for. However, enforcing 'time-out' as postpartum Mommy isn't very fun. I cry when he cries, and he's the one in trouble!?! We bought him a 'baby doll' to take care of this week, and he cuddles it and kisses it...then he drags it by the foot and chucks it. We're teaching him to cultivate the kindness and avoid the aggressiveness.

We also made the "Wall Family House Rules" today-
Rule 1- Listen and Obey Mommy & Daddy
Rule 2- Be Gentle & Kind
Rule 3- Put things back where they go
Rule 4- Be Polite
Rule 5- Help Each Other

Each rule has a few sub-rules to help us govern the discipline (for all of us), which include: only eating in the kitchen, no yelling, no throwing food, no hitting, etc. We're using time-out to enforce broken rules, as taught by Super Nanny, and any one of us are subject to time-out if we don't heed a warning. This should be interesting.

Jeff already enforced a rule today by taking away an orange that I was enjoying on the living room couch. He gave me the option to eat it in the kitchen or have it thrown away. I stuffed as much of the orange as I could in my mouth, then gave him the rest to throw away. He then jokingly replied, "No wonder Carson is a little sh**!" (That's not allowed in out house anymore either.) I guess we'll see how it goes.I might even loose some weight with these new rules. I hate eating in the kitchen! Plus, I have to chase Carson down over-and-over again to get him into 'time-out corner.'

Anywho, our family unit is fabulous. I'm digging the family of four feeling. Please enjoy some pics from the hospital. I'll get around to the birth story later... and it's a good one! (She says, trying to keep the suspense alive)