What's With the Name?

So, I guess my blog name kinda brings questions to your mind. I had originally wanted the name Confessions of Insanity, but it was already taken. Lessons in Lunacy was the next best name I could come up with. ( Yes, I know I ended that last sentence with a preposition). I am a grammar freak, but I simply cannot follow that one rule. The alternative doesn't sound right to me. Sorry. Anyways, the blog name comes from my current life situation. With five kids under the age of seven, one would have to be somewhat of a lunatic. Even as I type, I have a three year old asking me all kinds of three-year-old questions and making it extremely difficult to even try and make sense on here. And just when he walks away, my seven year old has come to me and told me that my two year old hit him in the head with his sippy cup. Does anyone have some sanity I could borrow?? Please???? I hope you can now see where the name for my blog stems from. (yes, another preposition.)

So, I promised to let you know how last night's seder went. For the most part, it went really well considering we really had no idea what to expect or even what we were doing really. Thanks to my wonderful friend, Christy, we had all kinds of props (for lack of a better word) for this wonderful experience. Below I have taken some pictures for you.

It really was quite a sight to see all the little guys participating in this ancient ritual. Caedan (my 3 year old) was probably the most well-behaved of them all. I just love that picture of him with his hands folded and praying. The whole thing probably lasted an hour and they all did so good. They asked all kinds of questions and really seemed interested in the whole process. We had a good time.

On a completely unrelated note, I am happy to announce that London has finally started adding some meat to her bones. For those of you who don't know, London had a rough start with trying to gain weight. It took her three weeks to just get back up to her birth weight. I even had to start giving her formula because she just wasn't gaining anything from nursing. It made me really sad as this was my last chance at trying to successfully breastfeed one of my kids. London is now seven weeks old today and upon changing her diaper this morning, I realized she now has fat rolls at the top of her thighs. They are so cute! Can I get a Woot! Woot! All this being said, however, I began to look at some of Tristan's pics at this age and there is a striking resemblance to him. Does that mean my sweet little girl is going to be a "hoss" like her big brother? We shall see. Here are a few pics I took of her today.

Incidentally, every picture I ever take of her where I catch a glimpse of her smiling, ends up blurry. What's that all about?!?

Well, I hear a sink full of dirty dishes calling my name and I am almost certain my nose has caught a whiff of something terrifically foul coming from the pants of my free spirited two-year-old. Duty calls!!