Andrew wanted Superman ice cream, so Mimi ordered him 3 gallons! He's probably never going to want it again after he finishes this tub!
Carter and Daddy sharing a meal
New outfit and hat, Caroline and her girls got Andrew for his B'Day! Super Cute
LOVE this hat
tough guy
and it's not looking so good for Andrew!
There's a blog I used to follow and I happened to look at it yesterday and read the following. It made me feel so good to hear that I'm not the only one.... This describes my life exactly I have never in my life been so disorganized, messy, frazzled, absent minded, and exhausted as since I became a mother. I don't feel like I have anything together. I spend a lot of days wondering if other mothers of small children feel like me or if they are as together and neat and organized as they seem?
I have always tried to keep my house clean but the truth is - with kids who are constantly climbing on furniture or running from room to room - I can't do anything during the day but watch them. So the only time I can clean is nap time or after they go to bed. And because taking care of kids is exhausting - I have to be honest and say even though I make really ambitious lists every day of things I want to accomplish - I find myself most days during their sleep hours laying on the couch eating and watching DVR'd shows instead of cleaning or folding laundry. I often wonder how four people can make SO much laundry and why does it always seem to be so piled up. I can't imagine how you families of 6 or 8 do it?
Years ago I pictured my life as a stay at home mom and I imagined having the cleanest house ever because clearly all I would do is clean every day and we would have home cooked four course meals every night and I would be so relaxed. I never knew it would be so hard. I never knew I was lucky to get anything cooked at night because it's hard to do anything with too much effort when you have to keep dragging your child out of dumpster diving in your trash or climbing on the couch. I never dreamed I would spend a lot of days in sweats with no make-up just wondering when I might take a shower. I never dreamed I would not know if I was coming or going most days because I was so tired. Is it just me or does anyone else feel this way? (And this post is not about being a SAHM - but just a mom in general - I can only imagine adding working full time into the mix. They might have to commit me. My hat is off to you working moms! You deserve a special medal!)
I do try to get dressed and put on make-up and fix my hair as many days as I can because it makes me feel better. If I go too many days looking like a slob - I start to feel like a slug.
I just wonder if all of you out there always have clean houses and laundry folded? Do you always have things organized or do you sit in the pediatricians office and say things like "I'm not sure what night it was he had fever because I haven't had a full night of sleep in four years and I'm too tired to think?" Do you get sweaty and frazzled just trying to grocery shop with kids? Or sitting in a waiting room? I'm a nervous wreck trying to keep them quiet and well behaved and always wondering what people are thinking of my skills as a mother. I do a terrible job of making my husband feel special, keeping up with all my friends on a regular basis and remembering family birthdays.
I'm not saying any of this to complain because I love my life. But I SURE don't have it together and I never want to make anyone think I do. Maybe if other mothers feel stressed and disorganized and don't have perfect children and aren't perfect themselves - maybe we are all in this club together. I may not be Mrs. Cleaver - but I bet she wasn't always perfect either under those pearls and aprons. I bet she had meltdowns and lost her car keys (and would have lost her cell phone if she had one) and lost her temper with the Beaver at times too. I bet she sometimes even yelled at Ward when he got home because if he didn't help with Wally and the Beav for just a few minutes she was going to lose her mind. :-)
Andrew is crazy about the zip line
Meg
Andrew loves the fireman pole
