This June is nearly impossible to blog... so much change and happiness, and so much sadness. So I'm telling it through pictures... as they speak more appropriately than my words at times....

The girls spent the first weekend in June at the Ocean with my family celebrating my grandfather's 80th birthday... Matt and I hung back with Bean and Bit because I had too many mommies waiting to have babies! I do love this picture though... my family is so blessed to have such amazing grandparents in our life. 

Tragedy struck this month in the cruelest way it can given what I do for work. My dear friends Sean and Tim gave birth to a gorgeous stillborn baby boy, Samuel Finn on June 10th.  I can't bring myself to write much more than this at the moment. The strength I have seen through the love of those two parents has left me humbled beyond words. I will attempt words at some point, as he left a beautiful footprint in this world and in the hearts of many people. Peace be with you, Sweet Sam.

FOUR doula-babies made their arrival in the last weeks of June. One baby was born the day before Father's Day, two babies were born (on the same day) while Matt was in Connecticut and one last one held out until the end of June. I was impressed with myself when it came to finding the inner strength to attend these labors... watching my friend suffer the heartache no mother should ever endure was enough to make me hang up my Rebozo but I sucked it up and found that being in those birth rooms with those parents and the new healthy wriggling babies was enough to reignite the spark I thought had gone out of my doula-engine.  

I turned the basement apartment that was formerly occupied by my mom into a playroom! This was exciting... I channelled all of my sorrow and pain after Sam's passing into making an epic playroom and I was pretty proud (and tired) after it was done!

Then Bean got sick. Super sick. It was NOT fun... he had a wicked high fever for nearly a week and we took him into the hospital worried out of our heads that it was something horrid. The guess is it was a virus but YIKES it was not fun seeing all of the energy tapped from his little energetic self. 

So really?  June can be done... I'm ready for July and the rest of the summer!!!

June is here! We survived the last two weeks of moving all of Matt's stuff into my house, finding space for the essential things and relishing the fact that we are finally *here* in what we've referred to as "Phase 4" since the beginning. Transitioning between Phase 3 and 4 has been an expectedly bumpy but lovely time.

Most of the day to day stuff has been the same... Matt's new job is off and running and he's loving it. Ramona spent last week at sleep-away camp for 3 nights with her whole school and she was nervous but did amazingly well thanks to the other-mothers who could tend to her at camp since I hung behind to wait on doula-babies. Hulk and Princess have been on my heels and people still ask me "Oh they're so sweet... are they twins?" nearly every time I take them anywhere. I'm tempted to just answer "yes", normally I give a quick "they're six months apart, we're a blended family"; but lately I've gotten lazy and the last woman who asked me got a "Nope! But you're close!" as I rushed down the grocery aisle. The Baby is cutting molars so children asking me silly questions like "What time is it?" will earn them a sleep-deprived, "Potatoes... and no whining!"  It makes sense. Totally. 

The new changes are presenting themselves in fairly expected ways... Matt and I have been single for so long we seem to have forgotten what it was like to live with another capable adult human-partner.  We both seem surprised when the other one has done something like laundry, dishes or taken the trash out. We've been used to having evenings together a few times per week and making the most of those evenings talking and catching up on the week's progress, but now that we have EVERY night from now until forever, we are slowly slipping into the beautifully quiet routine of MacBooks and Netflix after the kids are thrown in their beds. I'm loving it!  

We are also now together with the kids a lot more than we were before and that presents it's own set of challenges. Lately our tendency has been to double-parent. One of us will catch a little one in the midst of some shenanigan and begin disciplinary tactics. We're noticing that if one parent begins to discipline one of the others' kids, the bio-parent will step in and help with the discipline, as a way to show solidarity and support of the non-biological parent. You can imagine how this has looked to the kids!!  These kids are used to ONE parent, and now there's TWO! They're outnumbered!  Luckily we caught onto this pretty quickly and agreed to let the first parent on the scene take the role as lead detective.  This seems to be going smoother but it is something we are still learning. We're pretty good at being able to recognize when we've started double parenting and backing off, or reminding the other parent that we have it handled. It is tricky because I don't want Matt to feel like he *has* to keep "my" kids in line and Matt doesn't want me to feel like his son is too much extra. Neither of these insecurities are based in anything either of us has said or done, it is simply an insecurity we're pretty sure most blended families have in the beginning and one we're pretty sure will fade with time as we grow to trust the other more and we continue to find our groove with the kids.  

The other new trick we've been trying is avoiding the answer "no". Not in the hippie earth mama "kids are all precious gems and should be allowed to be free and do as they wish" bullshit, but in the spirit of "holy hell, if you throw another tantrum because I said you can't watch Power Puff girls three minutes before we leave for school, you will find me curled up in the closet with a box of wine and your 8 month old Halloween candy stash YES I STILL HAVE YOUR CANDY STASH, SO WHAT?!"  We've been crafty with our answers and it is proving to be quite magical... 

What normally happens:
Hulk: Daddy can I play with your phone?
Matt: No.
Hulk: BUT PLEASE!!! I REAWWY WANT TO PLAY ANGRY BIRDS
Matt: Not right now. Go play.
Hulk: But Daddy I want to play with your phone NOW. I don't WANT to go play!
Matt: I SAID NO. Not right now, I need it for work[Twitter], maybe later but not if you act like THIS about it.

What ACTUALLY happened-

Hulk: Daddy can I play with your phone?
Matt: After Dinner. 
Hulk: Okay! *runs off to play*
Matt (to me): Holy Frack, that worked. 

It's genius but so so so simple. Kids want to hear what they CAN do, not what they CAN'T do. So tell them when they *do* get to have that cookie, or that they can watch Power Puff Girls after school. We're even finding that if it's a thing the child is usually fickle about, responding with a cheerful "oh that sounds like fun! Let's do that in a little bit!" causes them to skip away and most of the time, they forget about it!!! It's like we've discovered a tiny Jedi Mind Trick for children. I want to wave my hand in front of their faces and say "These aren't the Fruit Snacks you are looking for... move along... move along..."

Hummm... maybe I'll do that tomorrow just for fun. Getting weird looks from a child who earlier was seen hanging a plastic clip-on-earring off a certain dangly body part and rocking their hips whilst chanting "tick tock tick tock", reminds you that you aren't that cool and it is good to occasionally be reminded that we're not that cool.