Both boys are sick with some ungodly cold. Ropes of yellow and green snot running faster than I can wipe; thick, chesty coughs that rattle their little bodies; much whimpering and whining; napless days; sleepless nights. And when they do sleep they snore and wheeze and cough themselves awake.
We've had nights with two children in the bed. Nights with no more than 30 minutes of interrupted sleep. A night where Miles bit me so badly while nursing he drew blood (two days later, it's still sore as all hell.) Last night found Miles away around midnight, covered in his own vomit with a diaper filled to the brim with very smelly poop.
Oh, and then my microwave broke Christmas week (I to melt butter IN A PAN like a goddamn pioneer or something) and late last week our wash machine went up. I have two toddlers - do you have any idea how much laundry I do every day? AND, we'd just started using cloth diapers, so the timing was awesome.
Today finds me with a two-year-old considerable better, a one-year-old still sick as a dog (with a possible visit to the pediatrician in his near future), a new microwave (waiting to be installed), and a gigantic, new super-ultra-mega capacity washing machine (SCORE!) slogging through two weeks of laundry.
On the plus side, Nelson and I went to a movie this weekend AND I went out with my girlfriends last night to celebrate Amy B.'s 34th birthday and I had the most delicious margarita. Happy birthday, Amy!
Also, Miles is walking. Officially. Not exclusively, but he can now take 5+ steps in a row and does so regularly. He is so proud of himself, and so is Oscar, "Miles is walking! Yea, Miles!" SOB.
And, Christmas was pretty amazing. It was our first year of real Christmas Magic for Oscar and it was just that; magical. It was a even a white Christmas, the first I can remember in decades.
So, that's what's what in my neck of the woods. Looking forward to catching up with folks.