Gone are the days

If only a Hollywood producer were following me around today, I'm positive Adelaide would've landed the leading role of the next horror film involving a demon possessed, vomit spewing, latin speaking child. 

Lately, between teething, bouts of sickness brought home from the biological war zone (school) big sissy attends and who knows what else, hormones ? Can babies have raging hormones? I've been a little on edge. Gone our the days of the cute adorable twins who sit peaceful in their seats while onlookers gawk and dote over them. Instead my days are ruled by naptimes, feeding times and we are always 10 seconds away from pure chaos. 

Today I decided after breakfast, morning naps and yet another feeding, in between 3 loads of laundry, cleaning the bathrooms, planning next semester of grad school and making the bed I'd take the two bundles of joy for a walk. It's December, 57 degrees and sunny most days. I live on base and moved here to go on glorious walks with the kids, ride my bike with them, run with them, play at the park with them. Well today after she threw her sippy cup into the street, the blanket into someones yard and herself out of the stroller I may reconsider walks, at least until the bishop arrives for the exorcism ;) 

I'm pretty certain the 9 airman constructing the new firehouse down the street from our house enjoyed the spectacle of me trying to catch her as she (while strapped in) managed to wiggle out of one shoulder strap, arch her back and dive out of the stroller. I run to the front of the stroller catch her before she hits the ground and pick her up, all the while thinking I could make it better; yeah right. She had reached her stage 5 meltdown status, theres no way to come back from it, she either wanted the boob or her bed. I couldn't very well flop the ta ta's out on the sidewalk, so we had to figure out a way to get home, and get home quick. I strapped her back in and pushed a screaming, squirming, angry child home. All the while little Dawson sat quietly in the stroller. At least God blessed me with one easy baby ;) (the truth is they alternate) But anyway, we made it home. The first place Adelaide went was her crib, and 10 minutes later there was a glorious sound, well actually the glorious part was the silence. 

Just another day in the life; mommyhood