Where has my motivation gone?

I used to just thrive on writing about my little monkeys and then Hazel came... it's like I'll never adjust to having four kids. I love them all the same, but finding time to tabulate the experience of parenting them doesn't seem to be in the cards. Eden is 10. It's so fun. I love love love, having a 10 year old. She hangs out with me, talks about everything (but not too much) and helps me in whatever ways she can think to. She's loving to her siblings, good at being a friend and just generally a fantastic person to be around. Hazel is 1. I have loved this year. She is beautiful, funny, devilish, sweet, cuddly and always up to something. She finally has four teeth and her smile is so hilarious with those teeth. She grips her hands and squeezes as hard as she can while she wrinkles up her nose and grunts then lets out her breath with a big sigh and laughs at herself with us. Everywhere we go, she's thrilled and pointing at things and chattering gibberish. Her birthday was fantastic. She got a baby doll and went into raptures over it. Squealing, patting the box, trying to get the baby out. Then when Jody lifted the baby out and held it out to her she leaned forward with arms outstretched and said "bayyyy" then she screamed when she held it. I've never seen a one year old baby do that. It was adorable. Today I'm a happy mommy and wife. Life is as it should be. My only frustration is finding a home for this happy family of six. It's a huge job and so overwhelming. I hope it all turns out great in the end.