Hey WAHMs, ever have those days or weeks where you just get so caught up in the laundry and the constant messes and the poop and the puke and the pee and everything that you just don't get much work done, and just keep falling further behind? And you don't even leave the house because getting everyone bathed and changed and dressed and fed just seems like an olympic event? Yeah, it's one of those weeks. I still refuse to go to bed without an empty inbox, so it is pretty much 3am before I'm crawling into bed lately. Unhealthy.
Friday was totally the epitome of that day. But I chugged a Coke Zero as Jax ate lunch and it apparently had enough caffeine to change my mind about not partaking in such Olympic events, so I scurried around and got us all semi-presentable. I was sure that even a trip to wander around Target would make me/us feel less like hobos. And you know what? It did!
Jory has reached the "Sweet Spot". That PERFECT age where they're chubby and happy and giggly and snuggly and not yet mobile or old enough to want to squirm away when you hold them tight. When they're solid sitters and no longer topple over, so they can occupy themselves for more than a minute or two at a time.
Oh how I wish with all of my being that I could make this age last forever. That I could bottle up this sweetness and these precious snuggles and keep them for days ahead. Because I'm gonna miss this, so very very very much.
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So it's now warm enough to sometimes wear shorts.
I think these chunky legs may do me in, the cuteness is just too much.
Jory shares her mama's affinity for Italian food. I gave her some Italian soup (minestrone maybe? not sure what kind.) and she INHALED it. Like, literally was sucking it off the tray. So awesome.
Jax has taken to peeing on his favorite toy, his train tracks.
Why, you ask? Oh I have no idea.
He was basically totally day potty trained (still not at night but not as concerned about that) then BAM, one day I hear from the playroom "OH NO! Thomas is cross because it's raining so much!" and I hear him peeing on the rug and train tracks. What in the world?
It's literally his favorite thing to play with, there was a toilet right there by him, and he clearly did it intentionally. If it was a one time event, I can maybe see blowing it off, but it's become like every day.
I have tried disciplining him over it, tried making him clean it up himself, nothing works. Ideas?
(yeah I have no idea what that strange toy is that she's chewing on. I think it came in a happy meal. who knows.)
Toddlers are flippin weird, y'all.
But he's still pretty sweet looking when he sleeps. ;) We had to run downtown this weekend and it was right at Jax's naptime. If you ever needed proof that he still very much needs his naps:
We stopped by the (gorgeous) capitol and by the jobsite Trav is working with downtown,
such a fun family day.
