Me: Hmm...its almost 7 a.m., time for Michael to get ready for school...when did we finally get her down?
Him: 4 a.m. I think.
Me: I don't remember that.
Him: We both worked on it.
Michael: (Jumping into the room) Its 7:04, time to get up!
Michael: Umm..I got some of the eggshells into the bowl. (And now its on his shirt)
Him: (Willow crying a bit) Should I give her the formula instead??!? Michael--could you get the wipes? They are upstairs in our room...
15 mins later:
Me: Michael, its in a yellow container. Umm..there is water everywhere on the floor because you loaded the dishwasher wrong and a plate filled up and splashed water everywhere when I opened it. BTW, there are bottles boiled now, just in case, but I will breast feed her in a few minutes.
Michael: Why did you guys not tell me it was a plastic container?
Me: Could you get Michael a new shirt?
Me and Michael: Not that one!
Michael: That toaster waffle is Broken!! (refuses to eat it--until we explain it can't be broken)
Me: (to Him)Okay, so this is how you scramble eggs...
We all made the scrambled eggs; Michael got a new shirt on; Willow ate two breasts; Him almost forgot the blueberry muffins to bring into school cuz its a field trip day...
I know things seem tough right now. Things you think should be easy are not and things that are hard are harder than you thought. Growing ...
This is why I love the school years at Willow's age. I get inundated with TONS of projects and drawings and colorings and rainbows a...
was AWESOME! No one got sick! Michael stayed in John's hotel room, giving him a taste of freedom, taste of having a room mate (we c...