Can I tell you a sad story?

It happened late last evening.

I put Wilson to bed in his room. I came down stairs for some baby free internet wow playing time. I heard the stomping of feet overhead.

I shrugged.

"Okay, he's gone into our room."

Fine. Whatever. As long as he stays upstairs and goes to bed. I'll move him into his bed when I go upstairs to go to bed.

Quiet and peaceful.  I read my facebook, various articles, search for baby shower stuff. This goes on for maybe 15 or 20 minutes.

And then, I hear screaming and crying.

I run up the stairs. Go into our room.

There sitting in our bed is my 2 year old. Covered in body wash. That he had gotten all over the bed. And more importantly. In his eyes.

He was crying and trying to rub it out and of course it was only making it worse.

So I grab him and run to the sink. I start trying to wash it off, but he's fighting me.

I grab the wash cloth and try to wipe as much as I can off.

He is still crying. Poor guy.

I end up getting a lot of water on his jammies in the process of flushing his eyes. So then I have to strip him down and change him into different jammies.

I then carry him to his room and calm him down and lay him in his bed. It's like 10:00 at this point. I go back into our room to see the destruction.

It's all over my pillow case and sheet. Damn it all to hell.

I wanted to lay in my bed and read my kindle. But now I have to strip everything down and wash the body wash off.

CRANKY MOMMY ALERT.

I end up staying up past Midnight waiting for my sheets and comforter to wash and dry.

*sigh*

So sad story right? But for who? The baby monster or mommy? 

Slacking. Again.

Umm, I sure wish I could blog as often as I like but my toddler has now figured out how to play all the apps on Mommy's phone. And. Seriously. Some days, I'm like "Have at it."

Callie is now 10 months (almost 10.5 months) and is teething. She is very much a "You pay attention to me now." baby.

Wilson was far more easy going and willing to sit and play with his toys. She is crawling after everyone.

The minute I go from the living room to the kitchen? Guess who's right behind me?

She is a smily happy baby though. She just wants extra attention and has no problem voicing that.



The other day, I had Andy go up and get her from her naptime. And when he brought her down to me. I swear it was like all was right with the world and I was the ONLY person she wanted to see.

It melted my heart. So yeah. Two little ones are keeping me busy.

Also, I'm planning a baby shower! Hopefully I can find some time to blog about that because I am super excited about it!

Holiday Cards and it's only October!

So I snagged a deal today over on zulily.


Paperculture was featured on zulily, where you can get $50 for $20 bucks. Sounded like a great deal so I went ahead and bought it. I started to look around and saw the company itself seems really great and Eco-concious.

Here's what they have to say about themselves at Zulily.

Whether announcing Baby's arrival, inviting friends to a birthday bash or spreading season's greetings, Paper Culture makes sending keepsake cards simple and stylish! Every modern, design-minded card is made with ultra-premium paper and rounded corners. Plus, they're a CarbonFree® company that plants a tree in a US national forest with every order and uses only 100% post-consumer recycled paper for their cards and envelopes. With professional designers working on every order and two free digital proofs to guarantee complete satisfaction, being green has never been easier—or looked better!

Did you read that? They plant a tree with every order? They use recycled paper for their cards and envelopes?

Also not mentioned is that they will mail your cards that you make for you and all you have to pay is the price for the stamp.

I know other websites that offer this as well but they charge you a bit more than just the stamp. Which speaking of. I have none. Oops. So good to know for when I actually mail out my cards. Hehe.

Here's a couple cards that I like. Aren't they cute?

Toddler free bed! Cranky baby.

By some crazy chance, we were able to put Stinks to bed in his bed! So I get to blog in my bed with no two year old constantly kicking me. Yay!

As you can see, I have an adorable baby girl. She is normally happy, curious, and eager to eat food of any kind.

But these past two days she has been the opposite of all those qualities afore mentioned.

I noticed two nights ago when we got back from the park, she felt hot. Then I tried to feed her dinner and she was so upset and didn't eat. That's when I knew she wasn't feeling good.

I thought also maybe she was just tired. So off to bath time aka scream time, and she cried the whole time I dried her off and put her clothes on.

I put her in her crib and surprisingly she went to sleep. I heard her a couple times in the night, but she never cried, she just made little noises. So I knew she hadn't slept very well. (Neither did I, thanks to the two year old.)

The next day was pretty rough. Cranky the whole day and still not eating. Also had a cranky two year old because I couldn't take Callie outside, where the two year old wants to go like ALL the time.

Luckily, my husband had these days off so I had some help. He would take stinks outside while I took care of cranky baby girl. He even let me sleep in this morning!

And now i get to enjoy my nice bed toddler free! Ahh!

Blog? What blog?

It's been a while.
I blame bedtime troubles with the 2 year old. Husband working 3-11pm so I don't have the extra help. And laziness, of course.

I'd blog more but I made my head hurt by watching old videos sideways on my computer. So here's a bunch of pictures.

A new journey for us.

Well, this is a bit of a hard post to write. Mostly because I can't quite separate my own emotions from it all but here we go.

Yesterday, Wilson was diagnosed with Pervasive Developmental Disorder.

I didn't really know what it is, I'm still trying to wrap my brain around it.

But it makes sense.

My two year old can't speak to us. He uses words here and there, but mostly his communication is really just jabbering nonsensical things with maybe a word in there that we can recognize.

I don't know where this journey is going to take us. Well, I do know it involves therapy. (Currently in the works to get started.)

But where is it going to take Wilson? How is this going to affect the rest of his childhood? Is he going to have issues in school? Is he not going to have friends now that he is "labeled" differently?

How are Andy and I going to handle the appointments and sessions, when we have only one car? How is this going to affect Callie? How is this all going to affect us as a family?

I don't know.

But we have a plan. We are committed to getting Wilson the best help there is. Let's start on this new path. See where it takes us.

Random ramblings.

I've been slacking on blogging, as much as I want to write down even the littlest detail, my selfish desires or my duties as a mother/wife/house maintainer pull me away.

Wilson is obsessed with poop. Not the act of it but if I change his or Callie's diaper he has to say "poo-poo" and other jargon that I can't quite figure out.

Or if he sees me potty-ing, he tells me it. Well i'd like to think its a good sign for potty training, but being that he gets upset when I try to sit him on the potty (which resulted in him peeing on me and the floor) I'd say that he's not ready yet.

Well at least I'm experiencing what it's like to change two little ones diapers.

Twins would be a piece of cake!!!

Callie has hit the fun stage of being mobile and crawling her way into everything!

She's obsessed with my phone and food.

She finally cut her two front teeth, which resulted in some crankiness, but I can't complain. She slept through the nights, but we had some fussy moments before bed.

Wilson still is taking his time with talking, he picks up new words here and there, but is still mostly baby jabbering. If he weren't saying new words I would be worried a lot more.

He also prefers to fall asleep in our bed, rather than his own. We've cut out the naptime if I can't get him to sleep at an early time, and I've noticed that if he does nap late, we have a harder time getting him in his own bed.

Like tonight, Andy was able to put him in his own bed with no problems.

Callie sadly is a 1 or 2 (if you count falling asleep in the jumper) napper. I'd love to get more but it's better that we can get her right down at 8 pm, than get another nap, which would push her bedtime back.

Andy and I are discussing if we want a 3rd baby.

Sometimes we do, sometimes we don't.

It's so hard to say we are done when we see the two amazing, adorable, drive us crazy, make us question why we had kids in the first place, little babies.

It's so hard, but it's so amazing.

We are going to wait a LOT longer this time if we do have one more amazing little one.

Check back in 3 years. (I'm in the one more mood if you couldn't tell.) ;-)