Remember last week when my children barely by a hair missed running into a mountain of wine bottles in the grocery store and I called Steve and told him I was never ever taking 3 kids to the store with me again. See that look on James face....that exactly how I felt.
James seems to have an automatic sensor so he knows when I leave him in the care of someone else babysitter, my parents, even just with Steve doesn't matter who...this baby knows. It sets him off into endurance crying marathon. I know his head has to hurt after crying for an hour straight. Then he plays the hunger strike card. He won't take a bottle..he would rather starve. And by the time I get home he is so worked he is difficult to calm down. And get this....when he is mad he is a biter. It just doesn't seem worth it in the end.
We have to get up and out of the house early to go to the park because it get's too hot. The sand and equipment will burn their skin. This morning we abandoned the park at 10:30 am. See how sweaty Evan is.
Off to the air conditioned library instead.
Nap time is the best.
Time to play in the mud.
He loves to be held all the time. I will take a happy baby over a clean house any day. Sometimes it seems like we hardly get anything done and that's ok.
They are only little for such a short time. And they change so quickly.
That's his underwear. Such is life with a little boy.
I don't think it is my job to entertain the kids. They know if they tell me they are bored I have a long list of chores for them to do. It's been interesting to me that rather goes places alot of times they would much rather stay home and play together. They spend hours and hours playing legos and house everyday. I find children are really content with a simple life. Hailey and Evan play well together about 80% of the time. About 20 % of the they fight and cry.
I tried to persuade Steve to come home from work early because it's taking it wear and tear on him. He did come home early at 11:00pm...every little bit counts.