I don't have a lot to complain about. Our kids are healthy and full of vibrant energy. We have fun filled days and by 7:30pm, all kids are asleep. Most nights the older two stay in their beds and Mikayla is up 2-3 times but eats and is quickly back to sleep. However, I am not fond of Mikayla waking up at 4:45am and deciding it is time to wake up. After I feed her she begins her squawking session. Her loud, piercing voice continues to declare morning until I get up to see her. I am then rewarded with a huge smile. I don't want to smile back. I put her in the swing where she continues to "chat" until I finally get her up. This chatting has been waking the other two and they are upstairs playing and rough housing by 5:30. I know this is just a stage and things shall pass but these last 2 weeks have been a little trying.
An example of Mikayla's morning voice. You may have to listen a few seconds before she starts.

Here are the kids at 6am, after having already been up for 1/2 hour. At least they were playing well!!

I see you.

When your kids shout, "Let's play hide and seek!" and both go running to hide from each other, should you tell them, or just enjoy a few minutes of peace?

Caileigh told me that she had made herself a snack to take to the Library. I half heard this information and muttered, "uh-huh" and carried on running around the house trying to get ready. All morning she held tightly to her little snack container until I noticed that there was actually something inside it. I opened it up and there was Caileigh's oatmeal breakfast jammed tightly in, ready to enjoy later. I cringe to think if this had been left to sit.

This same day I asked Caileigh to go upstairs and get dressed. Although the picture is blurry, I am sure you get a good idea of how "loud" her outfit really was.

Mikayla enjoys being able to sit up and watch the happenings of the household.

Who knew that Jolly Jumping could be a spectator sport.

4 Months

14 pounds
25 1/2 inches

Believe it or not, Aiden was a bear.......at least before he cried and the face paint ran.

And yes, it seems our kids are being raised in a barn.