Took kids to the park today. We had a picnic. Short but soooooo nice. Great weather and for a last minute activity it was surprisingly easy to do. Easier than the time I set up a wading pool in the back yard. That was a nightmare. Ward got bit by ants, though and Joyce wanted to chase all the dogs. Neither would stay on the blanket.
This is from yesterday. Today was not photo worthy. Today the three of us were snot faucets. Ward had two blowouts - one in his car seat and the other on my lap. We survived by taking a trip to sams for bread, strolling down the shadier streets, playing in the blow up pool (icy water and grassy bums), and generally rolling around on the floor feeling like death warmed over. Yesterday Joyce was the only one really sick and she was extra grumpy. She would only eat peas. In some ways yesterday was worse. Twice, the kids had simultaneous meltdowns where they just cried harder the more the other one cried. Both needed to be held at the same time. Then last night Joyce was up for two hours. Finally, after eating a piece of bread she went to sleep. from 10 to 11, just as I got one settled and quiet and put myself to bed, just barely relaxing, as if on cue the other (or eventually just Joyce) would start to fuss. It was like my bed had an alarm tied to them. I eventually got to sleep for four hours straight on the couch. I couldn't trust my bed, plus it kept disturbing Bret I figured. Truth is, though, it was also hard to tune out the snoring. Maybe tonight will be better but I am headed to bed now. 7 pm
I decided I deserved fresh flowers for my birthday. They were only a buck at the discount store so how could I resist? With a sick and teething baby on my hands and another that wakes every two hours to practice crawling I needed some extra pampering.
Bret designed and built this at the cost of his back and much sleep over the last year. I can't believe it is finished. I had to stain it and I did a terrible job. But we both figure for our first, and likely last time ever, building furniture, it will do. My mother always said handmade us more valuable and mistakes show it is handmade. Now to finish loading it and organizing the basement!
This photo is about a month old but I love it. These babies love each other. Joyce does tend to poke him in the eye like she does to her dolls and pull his hair like she does to herself so he lives in a constant state of flinching. But when they see each other they smile and get excited. In some ways I am convinced they really are like twins. I have begun to notice they wake up at the same time. Ward can sleep through all kinds of noise but it seems when he hears his sister he wakes. At 5 this morning she began to fuss. Good husband was snoring like an engine and then I heard Ward babbling to himself. I took care of her first, then fed him, and then gave up on sleep since there is no stopping the snoring easily. One night I tried plugging his nose (like dad used to do to wake us up) poked him in the side, drummed his belly, whatever! Finally, moving his arm to make him wave at himself did arouse him enough that he chuckled and took a break from the noise.
We were in the home depot this morning when I had a nursing emergency. I left home without a pacifier and Ward would not be content sucking on the burp rag I did have so I resorted to nursing him in the bathroom. A nice employee even pulled in a chair for me to be comfortable. Joyce passed the the eating Cheerios and making faces at herself in the mirror.