Maybe I Did, Maybe I Didn't

Some days it feels like there are 197 hours in the day and some days it feels like 3. Unfortunately, the days I would like 197 hours, I only get 3 and the days I just want to end, seemingly never do.

So how does one handle two babies who want to be held all the time and punish you with their piercing cries if you do not comply?

Well...

I may or may not have turned Barney on so I could take a 5 minute shower.

(And then let them watch the whole darn 30 minutes because the quiet was so wonderful)

And my boys may or may not have LOVED him. (so sad!)

I may or may not have kicked the dishwasher in a fit of anger.

And...I may or may not have threatened the dishwasher repair man.

I may or may not have let them share a bottle so that there are less to hand wash and sterilize.

I may or may not have just rinsed the last bottle used instead of washing it.

I may or may not have tried to bargain with Landon for a few more minutes of sleep.

(And in case you are interested, he did NOT take me up on it)

I may or may not have finally curled my hair and put on a little makeup at 7:00 last night just so I could feel like a normal human being for a couple hours.

I may or may not be anxiously awaiting April when I am no longer a prisoner of this house.

The thought of "could I have 5 minutes where one person does not need me" may or may not have crossed my mind last night.

This may or may not be the number of dishes I wash every night:

I may or may not have had two cokes already today.

I may or may not still have a laundry room under construction.

And I may or may not have had 8 loads of laundry to do yesterday when Dustin plugged my washer/dryer back in for a little while. Seriously...where does it all come from?

And while I type this list I feel so silly because the little things that I let overwhelm me are just that...little.

What's big is that both of my boys are in the double digits in weight. They have graduated to 3-6 month old clothes and they are rolling over. They interact with each other more and more every day and while they already hit/scratch/kick each other, it's obvious that they are best friends (not that there's much competition). And really...I love the way that they need me. I wouldn't want it any other way.

So who cares if my clothes aren't washed, if my dishes are dirty, and if my floors need swept. Nobody else notices or remembers those things anyway.

Well, just in case you come here to see pictures of the boys and not to hear me complain...here you are:

Eli & Landon helping me paint cabinet doors outside
Landon taking the very first nap in his own bed
Elizabeth got these shirts for the boys

Just hanging out

Going on a walk

Talking to each other

Aunt Amber came to visit!

Landon sleeping in the sun

Landon
Eli

The boys in their Bumbo chairs - they still don't have great head control