I don't know how I got such beautiful daughters. All day long, several times a day, they make me laugh and my heart melts at their sweet beauty.
Don't get me wrong, sometimes I do want to hide in the bathroom with chocolate chips and beg for just three minutes of quiet. Tonight when Jesse came home after a workday that extended from 9 am to 7 pm, I was on my last thread of sanity. I yelled over the cacophony of a whining two year old, a fussing baby, and a jabbering three year old, "THIS is my entire day! I can't hear you because I can't hear a thing over all this!" And he replied, "Well, maybe the baby needs to learn to be put down." "Are you serious?! Of course she does, but I can't quite stand the screaming that goes along with that process, and she's only 1 month old!"
So I wear her on my front or back or in the sling through most of the day- at least some days. Today wet sand kept us all happy; that and Sour Patch Kids (which Lyddie thanked God for during evening prayers tonight, and a Passion Iced Tea from Starbucks after a doctor visit.
Off to knit and finish watching the new Anna Karenina with Jesse; it's beautiful so far and we really enjoyed the first half we watched the other night.