It's been a non-stop running narrative since 7 a.m. and I've thrown in the towel. No simultaneous naps. And all I've heard all the day long is "waziz?" (Elliot: What's this?) and "Why?" "What's that, Mamma?" "Why?" "What's this, Mamma?" "Why?" (Jane.)
You don't have to tell me. I know. I'm weak. A weak, weak person who lets two small children verbally beat her into submission. (But in my defense, there's been tantrums, broken things, food flung and screaming. Lots of screaming.)
I used to be cool. I used to handle all sorts of things. Big things. Journalism-hard-core things while training-for-a-marathon things. Now 3-mile jogs and a 2- and 1-year-old have me on the floor begging for mercy at the 2 p.m. mark.
They're currently in an induced-coma state in front of our too-large TV.
Someone recently told me how wonderful and easy my wee little ones are. I know this person is right. But I'm weak.
But, hey, the dog's given up today too. So, I know I'm in good company.
And Elliot's great.I think Dr. C was telling me he is marvelous, but Jane was a non-stop narrative behind him whilst trying to jump off the 4.5 foot exam table, so maybe I made it all up. I think he's great.
I did hear the part about Elliot's 1-year-old molars surfacing and breaking skin (all four) and I just laughed out loud. You'd never know except the kid pulls on his ears every now and then. He's so happy. I mean, Trouble, but happy.
He grew a solid 2 inches and packed on 2 more pounds in the three months we've been away.
He obviously loves his food.
And he's dead serious about it.
6 comments:
What cuties! I don't blame you for throwing in the towel. I was in the same place, at the same time, with my 21 7-year-olds :) Loves!
Okay. This is how out of it I am. I read the whole post, enjoyed the clever writing and cute pictures. I spent about ten minutes afterwards wondering where the "uncle" came into the story. Where was Greg? Doesn't Lane have a brother?
Laura has missed out on some of her education, hasn't she? How does she not know what it means to cry "Uncle?"
Love your blogs, Rachel!
G:ma
Cuh-ute kids! I can't believe how big they are getting! I cry uncle almost everyday....it is part of the job description.
Rachel:
Loved your post and the pictures, especially the "serious" one of Elliot. Love Jane's hair
Dad
That last picture reminds me of a certain picture of you at about the same age - finger pointing determinedly at the tray, head cocked, and brow furrowed. Like mother, like son, eh?
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