The kid has gained two pounds and one ounce since month one and is a half inch longer…growing, growing, gone to college. That’s how quick it’s going. When I think over the last two months everything’s a blur but mostly because of my constant movement (thank you climbing twins) and not because of the fast pace of time.
Other than his physique, not much else has changed. My hands are still full, my heart even more so, and I’m continuing to take it crazyday by crazyday. We did get out of the house once (and in “we”, I mean me + three kids – daddy) to run an errand/brave the public and I swore up and down I’d never do it again. And I haven’t because I’d like to think I learned my lesson. (Friends houses and the doctor don’t count because at those places there are extra arms so less chaos.)
Anthony took a bunch of seniors (as in the high school variety) to Nashville last weekend for a three day excursion, leaving me and our tots/baby to fend for ourselves and it went surprisingly well. Yes there were a few meltdowns and times when I contemplated learning to use my feet for everyday tasks, but we’re alive and everybody’s still sane…I think.
Anyway, I digress. I have a two month old whose cooing and smiles are making every struggle so very worth it…or that’s what I hear. ;)