My oldest is sick, which means...he is being a fussy butt. And will cry at any little thing, therefore my youngest joins in the chorus. And I have two screaming children. Not fun. I knew this would happen due to those nitwit parents at the doctor's office on Thursday. So Saturday started off pretty early for us-- 5:27am to be exact-- it is now 12:37am Sunday morning & they are both STILL up. Aiden is beating up his dad with his teddy bear. I'm partial to the idea of sticking him in a box & shipping him off to Canada... Esmée is in her crib gooing and smiling at her bunny. I hope they both pass out soon, because my head misses my pillow. No chance of that though...Aiden decided he wants to get ALL his toys out of his room and scatter them throughout the hall and our room. Oh goodie, just what a tired mom wants-- MIDNIGHT CLEANING! If he wasn't so darn cute...heh.
On another subject, my little girl is three-months-old now. Feels like just yesterday I had her... *sigh* Although I must admit I cannot wait until they both interact more and play together. I'm super excited for those "Mooooooom, she won't get out of my room" or "Mooooooom, he's not sharing with me" moments.
Alrighty well, they are both finally passed out. After having to stop writing this blog about ten times, two rocking sessions & digging through the closet for a special blanket. They are both asleep. Good night...I sure as hell will think it is once I'm asleep. =)
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