Living in this house right now is the best ad for birth control there has ever been. I really think we could help with teen pregnancy by having an at risk teen stay at our house and witness firsthand what’s involved in caring for children. If it didn’t involve more surgery on my lady bits I’d be running to the hospital requesting a tubal ligation. STAT.
Remember when I offered Liam up to a good home for free? At this point I’d pay someone to take Paige. I don’t even know what kind of personality she has because what we’ve seen is sleep and screaming for the most part.
How is it fair that I gave birth to a gigantic baby who won’t give us a long stretch of sleep? It’s a cruel, cruel joke. I slept for a total of four hours last night, broken into two sections. Matt has spent at least 3 hours of his day trying to put an exhausted child down to sleep. Liam is crying out for attention. The only reason we didn’t lose it today is because Gillian came by to help and I got to take a nap this afternoon.
I know that this is an unpopular opinion, but I don’t like this stage of life. Very young babies are really cute if you get to give them back to their parents at night, not so much if you can’t. I love the stage that Liam’s in right now. He’s fully communicative. He still naps (most days). He’s potty trained (knock wood for expressing it publicly). He wants to be a helper (most of the time). He can entertain himself. He’s easy to take on errands. He doesn’t need to feed every five minutes. Today he put the letters EYN in his fridge letter game and proclaimed “Ean! It spells Ean!” I wish I could keep him this age forever and fast forward Paige to catch up with him.
I just hope she makes it to two without any major fallout.