Typically my posts on here are positive and boasting with pride about my two adorable sons. Well, two days counting have been not-so-adorable. Of course they are lined with special moments and funny sayings, but I've been second guessing the "six-kids" thing the last two days... let me give you a little peak of our day today:
-Mom blissfully wakes up at 7:30am to baby #2 chattering away in his crib. Haven't heard a peep from each babe since their bedtimes last night.
-Mom retrieves baby, feeds him, then changes into jogging clothes.
-Mom wakes #1, packs them both in the jogging stroller, notices #1 already doesn't have a happy attitude. Was 8am too early to wake him? Sheesh, that kid puts away the z-s.
-We get halfway to our destination when it starts raining. Crap. Mom has nothing but sunshades to protect both children, keep in mind child #2 is recovering from a head cold.
-We seek refuge at home after 20 mins in the rain. #1 is still cranky. Demands that I do not open the garage door and leave him out in the rain, along with sicko #2. Right.
-Get kids inside, dry and feed them breakfast. #1 wants to help with EVERYTHING. Mom thinks maybe he just needs some one-on-one and obliges in a happy attitude. Nothing can go right for #1. He gets the boot, and is pushed aside to play with tractors until his attitude can change. Attitude changes. Good.
-#2 is ready to go down for a nap. #1 gets some special time with Mom (well, in the same room, I guess, as I am frantically getting dressed, cleaning up and getting list together for the grocery store).
-Mom wakes up #2, he's happy, feeds him, then (WHAT WAS I THINKING?????) packs both boys bundled-up in the car to go grocery shopping. Mom didn't realize what a feat this would be on the day before Thanksgiving IN the pouring rain.
-Show up at grocery store, have to park all the way in the back of the parking lot. Reminder, carts aren't dry when they're out in the rain. #1 SLOWLY walks with his mom while holding his own umbrella. Mom struggles to carry 22 pounder #2, a purse, an umbrella, and a cart cover. We arrive at the entrance, surprisingly dry. We just about wasted about 6 peoples' time while trying to get in a cart and handle two umbrellas. Mom decided (AGAIN, WHAT WAS I THINKING?????) that #1 can be a big boy and walk by himself in the grocery store (of course with me, but come on, on a day like this? I'm truly ignorant). #1 was a terror. Normally a task like this is not a big deal, but not on a day like this where he awoke with the decision not to easily comply over anything. Anyway, after a one-hour trip for four items, Mom rushes home.
This is where it gets fun.
-Mom is feeding both boys lunch. #2 is known for his yelling if he doesn't agree with what he's being served. He's a weasel, that #2, and I have yet to figure out how to handle the yelling. #1 has to go "poo poo". I go in to the bathroom with him, help him get set up and tell him that #2 needs me. Mom says, "DO NOT LEAVE THE BATHROOM UNTIL I GET IN HERE TO HELP YOU WIPE!". Gross, my apologies to those without children, obviously that's disgusting if you haven't been there and done that. #1 Leaves the bathroom. #1 sits on MY pink jacket and plays with his fire engine. Do you need much of an imagination to know what was left on the jacket? Disgusting. #1 was punished quickly after getting "cleaned up" and dressed.
The day continues with even more "fun", but I will leave it on that note... one little special moment was making muffins with #1--he's quite the baker and really enjoys helping in the kitchen:
-Mom blissfully wakes up at 7:30am to baby #2 chattering away in his crib. Haven't heard a peep from each babe since their bedtimes last night.
-Mom retrieves baby, feeds him, then changes into jogging clothes.
-Mom wakes #1, packs them both in the jogging stroller, notices #1 already doesn't have a happy attitude. Was 8am too early to wake him? Sheesh, that kid puts away the z-s.
-We get halfway to our destination when it starts raining. Crap. Mom has nothing but sunshades to protect both children, keep in mind child #2 is recovering from a head cold.
-We seek refuge at home after 20 mins in the rain. #1 is still cranky. Demands that I do not open the garage door and leave him out in the rain, along with sicko #2. Right.
-Get kids inside, dry and feed them breakfast. #1 wants to help with EVERYTHING. Mom thinks maybe he just needs some one-on-one and obliges in a happy attitude. Nothing can go right for #1. He gets the boot, and is pushed aside to play with tractors until his attitude can change. Attitude changes. Good.
-#2 is ready to go down for a nap. #1 gets some special time with Mom (well, in the same room, I guess, as I am frantically getting dressed, cleaning up and getting list together for the grocery store).
-Mom wakes up #2, he's happy, feeds him, then (WHAT WAS I THINKING?????) packs both boys bundled-up in the car to go grocery shopping. Mom didn't realize what a feat this would be on the day before Thanksgiving IN the pouring rain.
-Show up at grocery store, have to park all the way in the back of the parking lot. Reminder, carts aren't dry when they're out in the rain. #1 SLOWLY walks with his mom while holding his own umbrella. Mom struggles to carry 22 pounder #2, a purse, an umbrella, and a cart cover. We arrive at the entrance, surprisingly dry. We just about wasted about 6 peoples' time while trying to get in a cart and handle two umbrellas. Mom decided (AGAIN, WHAT WAS I THINKING?????) that #1 can be a big boy and walk by himself in the grocery store (of course with me, but come on, on a day like this? I'm truly ignorant). #1 was a terror. Normally a task like this is not a big deal, but not on a day like this where he awoke with the decision not to easily comply over anything. Anyway, after a one-hour trip for four items, Mom rushes home.
This is where it gets fun.
-Mom is feeding both boys lunch. #2 is known for his yelling if he doesn't agree with what he's being served. He's a weasel, that #2, and I have yet to figure out how to handle the yelling. #1 has to go "poo poo". I go in to the bathroom with him, help him get set up and tell him that #2 needs me. Mom says, "DO NOT LEAVE THE BATHROOM UNTIL I GET IN HERE TO HELP YOU WIPE!". Gross, my apologies to those without children, obviously that's disgusting if you haven't been there and done that. #1 Leaves the bathroom. #1 sits on MY pink jacket and plays with his fire engine. Do you need much of an imagination to know what was left on the jacket? Disgusting. #1 was punished quickly after getting "cleaned up" and dressed.
The day continues with even more "fun", but I will leave it on that note... one little special moment was making muffins with #1--he's quite the baker and really enjoys helping in the kitchen:
What an innocent and happy little face he boasts....