We have got to be coming out of this grumpy phase right? How did I get so lucky to have two kids that scream and scream and scream?! oy.
I am stressed. Some people make two kids look so easy. Me? Well, most days I feel like I am barely getting by. I might look like I have it all together but trust me, I don't.
I haven't slept. Haven't done my hair. My uniform is usually yoga pants and a nursing top (usually accompanied by vomit). I have to remember to eat and drink. My house is definitely not as clean as it normally is. I'm probably a bit snippy.
This is my life with two. Worth it? Yep. But some moments I find myself questioning that.
It doesn't help that M hasn't had the easiest start to life with all of her poop and belly problems and hospitalization. That's stressful enough. Add in a toddler who hit the terrible two's at the exact same time and it's almost enough to put me in the looney bin.
Marlo is three months old now. Growing like a weed. She is a lot more smiley than P was. More active and interested in people. That is when she isn't screaming bloody murder. Which she does...a lot. I have never seen a child fight sleep like she does. I thought P was bad, but no. This girl just doesn't give up.
She rolled over for the first time yesterday. Front to back. Now she won't stay on her tummy. Little turd. P didn't roll really until she was crawling. She did it maybe 4 times before that.
We recently took a trip to Michigan. It was not a fun trip. In fact I spent most of the trip trying not to cry. My grandpa is not good. They've given him six months to live and after spending almost a week with him I found myself wondering if he would make it that far. I hate to see him suffering. Hate it. He's always been so full of life and love (well, towards me...he can be a pain to others ha ha). He's pushing 90 and I dread the day he leaves us. But I don't want to see him suffering. It sucks. Bad. Our visits with him were nice though. The girls sure brightened his days. He sang to them and told them stories, it was sweet. We took pics of him meeting Marlo, much like the ones of him meeting P. He adores these girls. He was one of the first people I told I was pregnant both times because I knew how excited he would be. Every time I talk to him he asks silly questions. When I was pregnant I think he asked every time we talked (which is at least twice a week or so) "when is that baby coming" even though I'm sure he's well aware it takes at least 9 months to cook one. He always asked if P was talking yet. That started at oh I don't know, probably 3 months old. ha ha. He said he couldn't wait to have conversations with her. He always wants to know what they are doing and saying that is new.
Meme enjoyed meeting M too!
And Uncle Chris finally met her.
M & P also got to hang with their fav cousin!
He's SO big. This year has went by way too fast. I can't even believe he will be one in a couple weeks. Seriously...where did this year go?
Oh and I went through old pics while I was home.
P is my clone. M looks like me too.
A little creepy eh?
We recently got a swing set and P looooves it. That's all we do on nice days. We love being outside.
As you can tell, P is still P. Stylish, sweet, and fun!
Still in gymnastics. Starting dance again soon. Just started swimming.
Of course with her bff ^
Did I mention how much she adores M?!
^Mar's face hahahaha!!
She loves the zoo, and children's museum and pretty much anywhere we go together. My little sidekick!
My pics were not uploading today if you're wondering why some are watermarked and others aren't. I gave up and just stole pics from my facebook page.