Maxwell James!

Introducing:

Maxwell James Comfoltey!

Max was born on May 13, 2015 at 3:44pm with a full of head beautiful dark brown hair. He weighed 7lbs 3 oz and measured 19.5" long. His head was 13.5", which is obviously important for you to know. He scored a 9 on his APGAR test, just like his big sister Harper. Today he's five whole weeks old, and it's high time he makes an appearance on the blog.

Look at this perfect little hand.

And this perfect tiny foot.

We really love our little Max. He is the most snuggly baby I've ever had to pleasure of snuggling. He loves to be warm, hates to be naked, and basically just wants me to hold him all day long and never put him down. Ever.

We're now a family of five! How bizarre is that? I vowed (very openly) to never have another child after all of Harper's crying and the constant danger she puts herself in, but Mike and I made the bold decision to give it one more go and we are just so happy we braved those waters. Skylar and Harper are in love with Max. They kiss and snuggle him countless times every day. Harper is trying to brainwash him into loving cats as much as she does, and Sky is trying to teach him math. Sky says he probably thinks his name is "Cute" because he hears that word the very most.

Look at these sweet little faces. Just look at what we've done.

 Welcome to the world, Maxwell. We love every little bit of you! Our family is completely nuts. Good luck, buddy.

Some Updates, and 2015 Post #2!

Boy, have I got updates! Loads, really!

We have another kid, for example. A boy kid. We've never made one of those before. He's really cute, too! For a few months I was worried he'd have duck lips because of some unfortunate sonogram pictures, so you can imagine my relief when he was born with perfect human lips. Phew!

Yes, we happily welcomed Maxwell James Comfoltey into the world on May 13, 2015. He weighed 7lbs 3oz and was 19.5" long. More about this precious muffin in another post. Which I fully intend to write.

Sky has officially graduated from kindergarten. She is very depressed about this. She reads at a third grade level and has better handwriting than her parents, but she'd prefer to just stay in kindergarten forever if at all possible. Unfortunately, her teacher checked the "advance to first grade" recommendation box on her report card so perma-kindergarten is out. She spends her days developing her art skills so she can become a famous artist some day. But don't worry, she'll have a rich husband so she'll only charge $3 for her artwork.

Oh, Sky also lost her first tooth recently and has approximately 12 additional loose teeth. I told her I'd blend up her cheeseburgers so she can still eat In N Out. She was disgusted, so I'm succeeding at parenting!

Harper is hilarious as always. I still write down Harpisms and Skyisms when I can, and I plan to post those as well. Harp had a great year in preschool, despite having to switch preschools in mid-March after Miss Libby unexpectedly moved to Phoenix. She is learning to read and continues to injure herself on a daily basis.

Harper loves cats more than life and strives daily to convince Max to love cats as well. When he cries, Harper shoves a stuffed cat in his face to "calm him." Skylar worries that Harp will grow up to be a cat. Harp hopes this truly does happen.

I'm a very active Instagrammer. I've tried, unsuccessfully, so integrate my Instagram posts into automatic blog posts. Maybe some day I'll manage it and my blog will stay up to date. For now, at least I've managed this basic update post. Seeing as Max is five weeks old today and has only now just made it into the family blog, I'll try to find time to write several posts ASAP. I've missed this crazy little corner of the Internet.

Adventures in Comfoltey Land

I'm sitting on my couch, working on Sky's Star of the Week packet (aka: Unexpected Weekend Mom Homework) so she can proudly share her adorable first 6 years of life with her classmates tomorrow afternoon. I'm reminiscing, of course, and found myself referring to the ol' blog for a memory refresh. Because naturally I have to double check my facts, in case one of the 6-year-olds in her class checks up on claims made in the Family Letter portion of aforementioned Star of the Week packet and tries to take me down. I'll not be found a liar!

Anyway, I'm finding that I love how easy it is to reminisce on Sky's babyhood through all the blog posts I wrote. I used to have so much time to write blog posts. Oh, to have those precious nap time hours again! I loved updating the blog and writing down our family happenings. And I can't say how happy I am that I spent countless hours writing all those blog posts.

So much happens in our lives now that the kids are in school, and it's all being ignored in our blog. I started an Instagram account in 2012 and update it regularly, and because it is so quick and simple blogging has been shoved to the side completely. While Instagram is in fact quick and simple, it's not journaling. It's a mostly visual snapshot of our everyday life, which I really do love, but it's not at all the same as a detailed blog post about Sky's first wiggly tooth (which doesn't seem to be getting any more wiggly than the first day she announced it was wiggly...months ago).

There are certain updates that should be blogged. Like Harper moving to a new preschool last month because her teacher moved to Phoenix unexpectedly, and Sky teaching herself to read, and Mike getting a 3D printer and falling in love with it, and our family taking a cruise last August, and the four chickens that have died, and the two rabbits that now live in the corner of our dining room. And allllll the Skyisms and Harpisms that I have written down in various digital locations and would be heartbroken to lose forever.

But the biggest update needed to this blog has to do with our growing family! Mike and I (and Sky and Harp!) are expecting baby #3 in less than a month. Baby Boy Comfoltey is due May 17, and we are all ridiculously excited to meet him! He currently has the hiccups, and is kindly shoving a pointy foot into my ribs.

The girls are moving in together to make room for their little brother. They have cool new zip-up bedding and Mike is working on converting Sky's awesome loft bed into an awesome bunk bed for the girls to share. We're painting the bedrooms and getting new carpet installed, and it's all thanks to the impending arrival of our baby boy!

I am more motivated to meet him than anyone, as my body is now falling apart and I haven't had more than a 2-hour stretch of actual sleep in months. I now know why people complain about pregnancy. My hips are on fire always, I have almost no circulation to my right leg/foot, and my back has been killing me since the baby dropped lower two weeks ago. I somehow need to continue to perform my motherly/wifely duties until this little guy is born and I don't know how I'm going to manage it. Every day I feel worse than the previous day. By sheer force of will, I roll out of bed each morning and I think, "HOW THE CRAP DID I DO THAT?!"

NOTE: In August I was bit by a spider. On my butt. It left a scar, and apparent superhuman powers. I believe this is what is giving me the ability to move and function at this very basic, unremarkable level.

Because I now so desperately want for the baby to make an early entrance, he will probably come a week late. But if you could maybe just, I don't know, pray or use whatever spider-enhanced abilities you may have acquired to encourage him to be born sooner than later I'd suuuper appreciate it.

Mike and I have yet to decide on a name for the baby. We have nothing. This is very frustrating to me, because I like to be prepared for things like, you know, naming my babies. But there's something about boy names that has me stumped. None of them feel like a good fit for our son. I'm now convinced that I won't get any closer to finding a name until I meet this mystery baby. So don't ask how the naming is going--I'm not very happy about it.

ALL of that said, I'm hoping to get back into blogging. At least the occasional post to document the more exciting and notable happenings in our family. Maybe another spider will bite me and give back my power to blog. Or maybe I'll just try my best.