Well, friends, it’s been nearly a month since I’ve posted. I know, I know…what’s UP? You know it’s been too long between blog posts when folks are starting to email to see if everything’s alright. (Ok, I’ll admit, it’s nice to be missed.)
The truth is, we’ve been hit by a hurricane. A brown-eyed wind and a round-bellied water have unleashed their toddler fury on our house, and I’m holding on for dear life.
What can I say? I thought my plate was full the minute these dudes arrived…twice the breastfeeding, twice the poopy diapers, twice the pureed carrots. And then one day I woke up and they were 2 1/2, and I realized that everything up to this point has been a trip to the movies. Literally, I’m pretty sure I thought I was braving the trials of motherhood, but in actuality, I was sitting in a movie theatre eating buttered popcorn and watching Will Smith save the world.
So I thought I’d share a few fun photos from this past week. I wanted to include the 2 occasions where I entered a room to find 1/2″ of standing water on the floor, but water doesn’t photograph well. C’est la vie. I think you’ll still get the idea…
Aw, yay! I love how “shocking” this first marker photo seemed on Instagram this week, but how it was really only about 4% of the actual destruction. Good times.
Sooooo….markers. Crayons. Pens. Pencils. Any writing utensil, really, is out to get me…and my walls, and my furniture. I try to hide them! I keep them on the top shelf or locked away, but one way or another one always finds it’s way into these devious (cute, yes, but also devious) little hands. Let’s just say Mr. Clean and I are besties at this point. Those Magic Erasers…do not attempt parenthood without them.
And then there’s food.
If we go 12 hours without a box of cereal, or a bag of chips, or a box of crackers completely spilled on the floor (I mean, like, a full box of Cheerios turned upside down), then I start to get scared that I’ve mistakenly wandered into the neighbor’s house. I know…um, CHILDPROOF THE CUPBOARDS! We have! Apparently the locks are just “child” proof, not “children” proof, and that little piece of plastic doesn’t stand a chance against two 28 pound boys boys who won’t take no for an answer.
Hmm, what else? Mud yesterday. Snow’s melting so lots and lots of mud.
And you know what? I can’t complain about mud. In fact I love mud. I adore mud. I would take mud any day of the week over this week’s highlight…
Yes, that is exactly what you’re hoping it’s not. Time to dust off the hazmat gear because it just got real up in here. And by real, I mean completely and utterly disgusting. Beds, walls, mattresses, linens, curtains, clothes. Nothing spells a lovely Sunday afternoon like me, 2 hours, and a tub of Clorox wipes.
But you know what?! I’m just laughing. Laughing cause I know if I don’t, I’m gonna cry.
Anyway, I’ve missed you. I’ll try not to stay away so long again. Things are good here in Dock land. Stinky, but good.