Yesterday took a lot out of me.  I intended to drop the girls at history co-op, take Baby to his first check-up, run a couple of errands, and pick the girls up at the end of co-op.  It got changed around a little, but we basically accomplished all of the above with me nursing at co-op.  It's impossible to fit much in between feedings as Baby is still going every 2 hours, except for the occasional long nap.

I was so tired last night that I simply sent the children upstairs to bed.  I couldn't face the reading/singing/water bottle nighttime routine.  DH was worn out too, with work and sinus trouble, so I couldn't call on him to do it.  Also, I've been sore, which makes me dread the next nursing session, yet want to sit rather still in between them (so much for housework).  So, I sat in the recliner for a while getting up the gumption to get ready for bed, wake the baby and feed him.  I'm finding it more comfortable to nurse lying down.  It's much better today, thank the Lord.  It occurred to me yesterday that even nursing can be done "as unto the Lord" when it's difficult (although I love Baby dearly and naturally want him to be well-nourished).  I always get sore, even though using one of these reduces the cracking and bleeding a good deal.

Baby is doing well.  His doctor is not in for the next two weeks, because of a family emergency (pray for her if you think of it--don't know the details).  But, the nurse weighed him and he's made up his birth weight, and then some.  Seven pounds, twelve ounces!  He's losing that light-orangey-yellow cast that seems to color all my newborns.  The children love him very much.

I borrowed a baby sling, something I've never used before.  It came in handy yesterday, but I'm still getting the hang of it.  So, I've been online looking for directions on different ways of "wearing" baby.  I found some on the Dr. Sears site and also here.

Yesterday also saw a primo tantrum from my 5-year-old, who will be 6 next month.  It seems to me a 5yo is too old for this kind of behavior. While at the doctor's office, he melted down because he wasn't weighed on the scale (we had originally intended him to be checked as well, but I had already explained to him that his doctor wasn't there).  Now, I would have no problem asking the nurse to weigh a child who asked politely (if the nurse wasn't busy).  But he immediately falls apart screaming and there's no turning back from that point.  I'm not sure how to help him overcome this.  I punished him for kicking and screaming during the drive to co-op, then I took away his game-playing priveleges for a couple of mini-tantrums afterward.  I am clueless sometimes in how to deal with him.

I'm still reading Dallas Willard's book, and yesterday I read about how anger, contempt, and condemnation go hand in hand.  (This is all teaching from Jesus' Sermon on the Mount.)  I realized sometimes the way I deal with Buster involves condemnation, and it stems from anger.  I need to deal with the anger and instead

train him for his benefit.  Got to remember this:

Ephesians 4: (ESV Online)

29 Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. [Emphasis mine] 30 And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, by whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. 31 Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. 32 Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.

I'd better get something to eat while Baby is snoozing in the sling.

Later!