No AC

So, tomorrow my mom is leaving. I'm a little nervous about my first week flying solo. If Charlie doesn't cry all day, I think I'll be fine. This week he has been a little grumpy. Lots of spitting up and gas. Not much happy time. He's waking up from his naps to burp or spit up, and it's a little frustrating. I'm trying to look at the bigger picture, and not let it get me down. It's hard sometimes with the lack of sleep and hormones going crazy. On top of the adjustment to 3 chlidren, our AC went out again on Thursday night. Colin got it to work enough to keep us cool that night. On Friday the AC guy came out around noon, and said he needed a part and would be back in a little while. So, we just assumed that he would be back in a few hours. Around 9 pm he showed up. Worked on it for a couple of hours, then realized he needed more freon at almost 11. So, at this point, Colin took the older boys to a hotel and they were all asleep around midnight. It was just too hot for us to put them down upstairs in their bedroom, and it was pretty miserable downstairs too. Around 12:30, they got it working. It was still too hot to sleep upstairs, but my mom, Charlie, and I slept downstairs with fans. When we woke up around 4 am (it was time for Charlie to eat), we were cool and we were able to go up to our beds. What a mess. I came close to having a nervous breakdown, but think I have managed to not go crazy, yet.
Here are the boys sweating it out on the couch. (They do have diapers/underwear on even though it looks like they are totally naked). We let them watch about 4 hours of television to keep them calm. Of course, Cooper only watched about 10 minutes, but Jackson zoned out for several hours. It helped keep them from melting down. Poor guys were exhausted.

Charlie didn't seem to mind too much.

Cooper was delirious.

Here are some random pictures from earlier in the week. That's Nutella on Cooper's face.