After Story.

I just ate a quarter of a carton of Bryers ice cream.  I have no idea what happened, I just got it out for a bite, and the next thing I know, it's gone.  It's been that kind of day two months. 

It is Wednesday, so it's my day off, and it started out so sleepy and draggy... but then I made coffee.  I wanted to go back to sleep for a little while this morning, but the opportunity to clean my house with Tag at school was too good to sleep through (can you believe I did that?).  So I drank my 5 cups, cleaned and fed Story and changed over laundry, showered, and cleaned.  When Tag got home, I put him down for his nap, and fed Story, then put her down for her nap.. and then I swept and mopped and moved into cleaning my own room, but then Tag woke up.  He had snack (which i meticulously watched him eat, so he wouldn't mess my freshly mopped floors), then he spent the rest of the afternoon fussy and ill while Brentley and I made dinner and tried to entertain them both.  After dinner, (which is still on the floor around Tag's high chair), Tag and Brentley went to the grocery for a few necessities and Tag came back crazy fussy and wanting to play with "cauk" (chalk) outside--which I took him to do, then he wanted to eat dirt (which was recently fertilized), so it was time to go inside.  Then it was time for feeding Story (whilst Tag shoved books at Story's head for me to read and then runs around like a madman), then it was time for bath where Tag wanted to dump cup fulls of water out of the tub, then Story was fussy and needed some lovin', but it was time to put Tag to sleep... and you can't rush to do that or he will lose it.  Which he did.... so I ended up rocking both the babe's to sleep tonight, and now I just ate a whole bunch of ice cream.  Oh, and Brentley had to lead worship at home group, so he wasn't around to help which he does when he can.  So just know that... he wasn't leaving me to do all the work on purpose.  Had Tag not been so tired, we all would have been at HG tonight. And also, factor in at least 2 dirty diapers.  Not sure what they had at Tag's school, but 2 is a light day for me =) Woo hoo!  And maybe factor in some meltdown's with said dirty diapers and bed times and being told to go inside and not eat the dirty dirt. 

As crazy as life is right now, day in and day out, I am grateful.  I love my family.  I'm lucky to have today to be with them and serve them by cleaning up and cooking.  I'm not always a patient and loving mother (working/praying on that) but, I know that I'm insanely blessed. 

So, life after Story.  It's so much harder than one would think... and what's crazy is that Story is a dream baby.  Seriously, and I hate to brag, but she's a doll.  She is so good and sweet and though some nights she's hungrier than others, she always goes back to sleep in a jiff.  She LOVES to sleep.  She puts up with us being loud and me banging laundry around outside of her room.  She puts up with me dressing her several times over, just because I don't like the outfit on her yet, or I just changed my mind on what I want her to wear.  She often waits patiently to be fed or changed while I tend to her not-yet-patient brother.  She makes me wonder why I ever made any fuss about Tag when he was an infant.... one baby is NOTHING!  (just kidding, I know that's not a fair statement, but still!)  Story has changed the dynamics in our house so much just by being her sweet self, yet I can't exactly figure out why things are so hard?  She's not hard at all... I guess it must be that I just need two of me.  Or maybe Tag is at a hard age?  Who knows.  All I can say is that two is more than double the work and more than double the difficulty.  BUT, also double worth every single second!

OK, future me is reading this several years down the road and scolding me to get over it and that maybe it's hard because I spend my extra time doing things like blogging this whole story instead of just posting pics... when I could be sleeping.  because tomorrow is a (job) work day which makes tonight a school work night  peace.

LIFE AS WE KNOW IT

 Just gazing out the window after a job well done.

 STILL learning to use a "poon" (spoon--did I mention Tag is struggling to say his "s's"?  It's so cute... his sister is "tor-E"

I sit Tag in his highchair with a huge pile of snacks to eat and he finishes in record time... of course, while I'm feeding Story =)  This is Tag's move... to try to stand in the high chair.  When I ask him to sit down and be patient until I can help him down, he squats like this.

 While (still) feeding Story, after snack, Tag goes into my room, wrecks the laundry (clean) pile and puts on my skirt.

 Then he relaxes on Elmo (we call his red chair, ELMO) to enjoy a little TV

 Story--she kind of rolls her eyes at me already ;) 

 Just relaxin'



      
PS:  In case I can't find time to blog very often these next few months, I'll be trying to post videos HERE, for the Grandma's and anyone else who cares to see our shenanigans.  (Grandma, that means click on the underlined word "HERE" so YouTube can pop up and you can watch video's =))