I’ve heard concerns from friends and family about why there are no blog entries lately. My explanation? These boys are keeping me so exhausted and busy that I hardly have time to eat, sleep, and use the bathroom. And many days I think I am one small tweak away from the funny farm.
You know, it’s odd to me that when people first have a newborn everyone flocks to their aid with home cooked meals and helping hands. But honestly, life with a newborn is really quite easy in my opinion. They just sleep, eat, and poop. There are no temper tantrums. There is no tattling. They aren’t mobile and trying to stand on the highest piece of furniture to take a swan dive. They aren’t sticking raisins in the DVD player or feeding the dog an entire box of crayons. They aren’t hitting their brother. They aren’t trying to test the waters to see who’s in charge. Nope. A newborn is easy.
The real time when people should flock to your aid is when you have a 2 year old. They don’t call them the terrible twos for nothing. So, instead of “Awe…you have a newborn in the house. Are you okay? Are you getting any rest?” they should say “Oh my…you have a 2 year old. Are you losing your mind? Are you wiped out from dragging your kid in and out of time-out? Is your brain melting from the constant tantruming because they refuse to share their toys?” Yes, this is the time when help and prayer is needed. Truly, if I can just make it through until Ollie is 3 there might be hope for me. Right now, I’m just proud that I kept everyone alive for another day.
Anyway, here is a picture of Oliver (the “almost 2” year old tyrant) who dragged me out into the rain and cold to kick a ball around but then just ended up trying to pluck all of Daddy’s plants and things and then escape down the sidewalk. Ah…the joys of motherhood.