That's what I have been calling our Mondays the last few weeks. It seems that we are all in a bit of a funk. My neighbor calls her days "Funky Tuesdays" and "Cranky Wednesdays". Maybe this is just life with toddlers.
Anyway, on this Moody Monday I took both boys to the doctors office for wellness checks. That's right...a two month old and two year old checkup. Don't worry, I didn't go alone!
I was expecting a few tears but what I got was seriously unbelievable! Charlie was weighed and measured, talked about a few of his issues and then had his three shots. He cried like any normal baby would and then was easily comforted. Ok, one down one to go. Well we should have done the other boy first. After watching his brother go first, get poked and cry for a bit I announced..."Ok Jack, your turn!" Big mistake. He was not even getting shots and he was histerical. Did not want to be weighed or measured. Did not want to be checked out at all. Did not want anything or anyone touching him. So we all left in tears, with elomo stickers in hand, and quickly went to get the boy (and his mom) a donut. What a morning!

does anyone ever adjust to those middle of the night feedings? i've been doing it for five weeks now and i still feel like i've been hit by a bus every morning.
it's been almost five weeks already. our tiny little guy isn't so tiny any more. last time i had him weighed he was over 10 lbs 2 oz! we are slowly getting into a routine and figuring each other out.
his big brother on the hand has had a harder time adjusting. i have moments when i wish he could talk instead of whining and crying because we don't quite speak the same language yet, i wish he would listen the first time instead of making me call his name and chase him all over the mall just to catch him, and i wish he wasn't so sensitive in certain social situations and could just go with the flow if friends don't always play the way he wants them to. but then i remember he's not even 2 yet!!! i want his transition into this big brother role to be smooth but i don't want him growing up too fast. thankfully those middle of the night feedings are the perfect time to be quiet and pray for his little heart and mine.


 

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