happy thoughts

Think happy thoughts happy thoughts ...

We are watching the same episode of Gabba for the 8 or 9th night in a row.

When I am here all day and mike is at work for 24 hours, I feel like I have lost touch with reality by 9pm. I love these boys with all my heart, but I prefer days when daddy is home too.

I can't decide what is up with Sam but something is UP. He hasn't been sleeping good since the time change, first waking up at 4,5 am for a pacifier or two (sometimes 3,4,5+ times). Now we are waking up at 1, 130, 3 etc -- but the pacifier puts him back to sleep. Today he cried from 3-630 (pm) straight, minus a bottle (that he still complained during) and a 1/2 hour nap. All signs point to teething (drooling, chewing on fingers) but its awfully early. If we have to do this for a few months - I'm moving out.

I'm beginning to appreciate even more now what an easy easy baby Eli was. 

I mean, he's still cute and all...

but he's being a royal pain in the ass. 

SO ... Tylenol and orajel it is for awhile. I hope to see a little white tooth in the morning to make today's madness worthwhile. 

I wonder what Eli thinks all day after listening to the screaming?

One time today he shouted

"GOODNESS GRACIOUS! "

(but that's my version of swearing in front of the kids.)

During one of our cry it out attempts...

Eli and I snuck in some finger painting. 

We made this...

Finger painting is a definite repeat activity for us. 

A mess, but worth it. 

kind of like Sam's attempt at solids.

a mess, but maybe not worth it?

Eli had a friend over this morning

Aiden, who shares his enthusiasm for john deere.

They are just a few months apart and had fun playing together today.

So here's hoping we all sleep like this tonight...

Because I am starting to feel like the walking dead.

Think happy thoughts....

happy thoughts.