life with two children

So...just when you get one child figured out, you decide it's time to have another one.  While that one is getting ready to grace the world with his presence, your firstborn decides to become totally unpredictable, so that when the second baby arrives...all chaos breaks loose.

Actually, Sawyer is really good w/ Ridge.  He likes to hug him and kiss him and say "I love you, brother."  He also likes to throw a lot more fits since brother arrived.  And these fits, or any type of crying in general, usually occur as Ridge is crying....crying from a tummy ache, or to be held, or to be fed, or because he wants to fight his sleep.   One child crying is enough to stress me out, but two at once is enough to send me over the edge some days.  I guess it's just part of life with children as opposed to life with A (as in single) child.  But I love them...both of them...and life was so wonderful when we were a family of three, but I can't even imagine not being a family of four now that Ridge is here.  

I write this low on energy and down in the dumps b/c I go back to work for....ONE DAY...tomorrow.  I just have to get all checked out from school, but somehow I'm just not really looking forward to it.  Five, almost six, weeks off of work will do that to you.  However, this is my second time around w/ motherhood, and both times, those six weeks post-baby are enough to remind me that God's call on my life is most definitely not to be a stay at home mother.  I do not have the patience- not b/c a child is particularly good or bad, but because I feel like I have to constantly cater to either child's need if I choose to stay home-- you know- feeding them, changing them, loving them, reading to them, playing with them... and all the while I am looking at the gajillion dust particles on my candlesticks that I never noticed when I was at work.  Who dusts their candlesticks?  Don't tell me if you do.  It is this type of obsessive behavior that I must avoid at all costs- and a job allows me to ignore the dirt.  My house will always be picked up if you come to visit...but rest assured, it will not be clean.  Well, the bathrooms will be...I will make sure of that if you are coming over...announced, of course.  This obsessive behavior would not stop if I stayed home, I wouldn't "get used" to the dirt. I wouldn't.  I can't. It's not in me.  I can't ignore the 9807879 pounds of laundry growing by the second.  I can't ignore the fuzz off of our rug that is all over the wood laminate in the living room.  I can't ignore it, not if it's staring me in the face all day.  Can't do it.  But let me go to my chaotic, sloppy, messy desk at work (which is also covered in dust...but somehow at work, none of the mess bugs me)....let me go there, and I will not notice the dirt at work NOR will I notice it at home...and we will all be better for it.

So this posting doesn't have a lot of point to it...but I wanted to preface some pictures with some type of story of our boys...but here are some pics of when Ridge joined the crew about a month ago.

shaving cream...

today was the official last day of school.  for students. so, i go pick sawyer up at daycare. we go get a snow-cone. we pull into our neighborhood...and i see shreds of white stuff everywhere on the street.  i look ahead, and i see a massive group of middle school (i think) aged children...covered in....shaving cream. we are talking about like...50 adolescents here.  the shaving cream shrapnel continues all the way up my street...as does the parade of white frothy people.  we haven't lived here but 6 months, but i wonder if this is some kind of "ringing in the summer" ritual.  i didn't know whether to be mad or smile, so i smiled, and prayed none of them were up to any mischief....just glad it's summer.

on another note, yesterday brandon and i drove past this side of the road bar or something that used to say BEER in huge letters on top of it...now it says..and repainted quiet well, i might add...DEER.  all around the sides it used to say beer, chicken, cold beer, chicken.  it now says, Deer, Chicken, Old Deer, Chicken.  whatever. who had time to vandal so extensively? and pointlessly?

and some of you are wondering why on earth nothing about my children is posted so far on this blog. first off, give me a break, it's day one. second off, here's a fun fact of ridiculousness, and you already know it if you are family.  sawyer pooped on the porch at Brandon's mom's house.  straight up pooped.  it wasn't an accident in his pants. it was apparently an emergency situation, and only his uncle garret was out there with him  (props to uncle garret on this nasty supervision job)....and apparently, while sawyer had a second alone, nature called quite urgently, he dropped his drawers, and pooped.  right on the porch.  aunt binet' cleaned HIM up, but daddy Brandon had to clean up the poop, and the porch.  nasty. Thank goodness I had a baby to tend to.

let's see how this goes...

So I'm going to give this a try.  I love reading other people's blogs...but I'm not so sure I will be a success at blogging myself.

so...i was trying to come up with a title for my blog...and crazy day is kind of how it always is here, but really, i was trying to come up with some title to encompass the normal ridiculousness we encounter....like...

yesterday, when i drove past a nursing home that's down the road from a liquor store in our town... (yes).  that isn't the ridiculous part.  the ridiculous part is for months and months (maybe a year or so)...the sign has been peeling and fading, and it was stupid looking anyway. the nursing home, "gran gran's place" had a picture of an old lady in a rocking chair-- cartoon-esque.  i always thought it looked so stupid.  until yesterday.  when i drove past and noticed that the cartoon granny wasn't there anymore.  in her place was a new sign, same purple letters, same font, spelling "gran gran's place"...however, the background of the sign is now....zebra.

wow. some hip old people must live there.  hip is not a pun here, though most surely many of those people have fake hips.

i would like to blog consecutively on these types of ridiculous things, but my mind is blank right now of any more of them, though i do see many of them daily.  so there will be more added.