All Smiles!

I almost forgot to post the picture! It's been too long! This is from a few weeks ago... I really am behind on taking photos but there's just no time! Now I understand why my mom basically gave up on photo albums by the time my youngest brother came around (her 4th child... I was 12 at the time).

Life in My Crazy World

Things have been a bit crazy (hence my extended absence). I don't know how other moms do it, but 2 little ones so close in age has been a huge challenge for me. Granted, I also have a broken foot. But it seems like days go by without me accomplishing anything other than being aggravated and frustrated because of the lack of progress (in fact the complete opposite of progress as Maggie destroys the house).

Case in point, yesterday I was feeling especially frazzled as Ethan fussed at the breast (again!) and I hadn't showered since Sunday so I decided to take a breather and run some hot water over me. Ahhh... water therapy. Always helps me regain my sanity. However, as I emerged from the shower, Maggie arrived at the door proudly stating, "Mommy, egg!" and presenting a slimy egg in her hand. A mostly empty egg carton was behind her on the computer chair and I could not recall how many eggs had been in it previously. It turns out Maggie thought it would be fun to smash eggs all over the living room. Including the one in her hand as when I attempted to recover it from her, she ran and hurtled it across the living room. I was horrified. Eggs had soaked into our (albeit crappy but only) couch, in several places on the wood floor... A million emotions went through me at the same time. In fact, there must have been something in the too cool way I presented the situation when I called hubby at work because he actually came home early from work to help out.

This morning? Not much better. Maggie removed her diaper at some point and decided to deposit a pile of fecal matter on the floor of her bedroom near her changing table (does she get bonus points for trying to get to the changing table???), peed all over the floor like she had run around while in progress, and a lovely poopy handprint on her diaper pail. Thankfully, I was busy with Ethan when hubby discovered this as I don't think I could have handled it in light of recent events.

I hope I survive "terrible 2s" ...

At least the kids are thriving. At Maggie's appointment in early July she was weighed in at 38 lbs and is 38 inches tall. Ethan, as of Thursday, August 2nd, is 25 inches tall and over 16 lbs.

I've been dealing with a lovely (thankfully mild) case of thrush. Ethan's case is, fortunately, quite mild. We're trying Threelac to get our bodies back in balance but it will take some time. Tomorrow will be 10 weeks I've been breastfeeding and I'm trying my hardest to get to my next goal of 3 months. It's difficult though. Lately, Ethan has been screaming at the breast probably half the time (possibly from the thrush) and it's quite nerve-wracking. When all your baby wants to do is eat, and you do what you can to fulfill that need only to have him push you away and scream, it's hard to not be affected.