And the drink of choice shall be?

I have had one of those days........one of those stressful, pulling your hair out kind of day. Daniel wakes up and it is very clear he is not happy. Chugs down his bottle and 30 minutes later wants cereal with blueberry buckle, followed by puffs, while watching his favorite DVD....Wiggly, Wiggly Christmas! Lucky me! (note to self.....find another video and SOON)

Sophia wakes up crying! Not a good sign. After we change her, we come downstairs. I ask her what she would like to drink. "Yummy milk" she says. So I get her milk and give it to her. "No, juice." I reminded her she told me milk (saying this with a big happy smile on my face to make it really look good) "No, Mama, o-wange juice." Sigh.........I give in.

Daniel is in his exersaucer during this time.....crying I might add. Why????? Because he wants me to hold him. Story of my life with this child. I look at him and say "Daniel, you are fine", in some what of a stern voice. He cries harder. He is very sensitive. So, I pick him up and start singing "You are my Sunshine". This stops the crying nearly 95% of the time. I sang this song to him quite a bit I think when he was really little. It must have been the only song I could think of in my delirious, sleep deprived state. (note to self.....don't sing this to the next one)

Get Sophia in her chair for her cereal. It amazes me what I can do one handed.

Get Daniel calmed down, put him back into his exersaucer. Go Diego Go is on, and he seems interested. Sophia is now on the couch watching as well, with baby and o-wange blankie. I have already decided that a shower is out of the question for this morning, so I stick my head in the sink and quickly wash my hair. Daniel is crying before I get the shampoo on. Sophia gets down off the couch and comes over to me and says "Mama, Deedal sad". (sigh to myself)

Blowing drying the hair is not an option. We go for a comb out and the air dry look today!

"Eeeeeeeew.........Deedal's stinky". Yep...she's right....can't seem to mistake that one! Up the stairs we go. Daniel finds stinky pants, burping and tooting quite amusing. When he does any of these things, he laughs. I can hardly believe it. He's already been doing that for months. I'll say "excuse you" and he laughs. (must be a boy thing....totally out of my element)

Sophia is in one of her feisty moods. She is throwing bracelets over her head, and over the couch. I go and pick them up......while Daniel is on my hip, bring them to her and say "Let's not throw our bracelets around, you might lose them. Put them on the table please". She looks at me and throws them on the floor. I take a deep breath........"Sophia Elaine, I'm going to count to three"........ 1, 2 off the couch she jumps, picks them up, puts them on the table, looks at me and leaves the room! (note to self......hide those darn bracelets)

Sophia is in the playroom and then I hear it! Ahhhhh-chooo........and it is the sneeze that makes all Mom's cringe. You know the one I am talking about! The sneeze that has a foot long snot ball coming out down to their chin! I'm yelling...."don't touch it, don't touch it, Mom's got a tissue". Then she wants to see it. Why anyone wants to see their snot or boogers is beyond me, but the child insists! (cringe)

I put Daniel back into his exersaucer hoping I can run upstairs to get a load of laundry. Come back down.........................UGH.......the kid has pooped again! This child is a pooping maniac!( he must get it from his Father)! Up the stairs I go again. Sophia comes along with us. She likes Daniel's room and his tool bench. We then have the argument of who gets the hammer. Sophia or Daniel. No one....... we come back downstairs.

I send Sophia upstairs to torment Emmie. She was already up! Darn it!

Ahhhhhhhh...two more hours until lunch. My left arm is killing me. So we try the playroom for a while, then the Johnny Jump Up, back to the playroom, Wiggly Wiggly Christmas again......more singing of You are my Sunshine........C'mon everyone...sing it with me!

12:30pm, Daniel is in bed! Pleeeeez.....let it be a 2+ hour nap! (it was)

Finally by 1pm, I am cleaning up Sophia's lunch mess and we head up to her room . I leave the water in the sink running as I go upstairs to put Sophia to bed. I'm always doing that! Leaving the water on.....WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME???? Emmie laughs at me as I come back downstairs. Mind you, "she" is blogging! UGH!!!!! So unfair!

It takes Sophia 1 hour to finally stop talking, singing and jumping up and down in her bed. "Inkle, Inkle, itlle star" is her favorite. Along with yelling out "Mama....I'm happy.....you happy too? MaaaaaMaaaaa.....I'mmmmm Haaaaaapppppyyyy! (ok I get it! )

Yesterday I made my Chicken Chili. Yum......I put some in a bowl........and what??????? the chips to eat with it are gone????? Hmmmm, well I take a bite and set the bowl by the sink. Not hitting the spot w/o the chips. Emmie is laughing and suggests we go to the store when the kids get up. She says "I'm bored, I need to get out". Who.......YOU?!?!?!?!?!? I roll my eyes! She informs me we have to make a dessert tonight for one of her classes! Oh great....more mess in the kitchen.

Now......I have to make myself presentable to go to the store. SIGH.......I go do a little make up and curl my hair so I don't look like a freak!

Daniel is actually happy when he wakes up. Made a small bottle to hold him over until dinner.

Sophia decides to rip out every flap of her Little People at the Farm book today during nap time. I go into her room and there are about 25 pieces on the floor along with her two pony tail rubber bands that I told her NOT to take out! SIGH........(note to self...give her the same book for the rest of the week and hope she finds it BORING!!!!!! HAHAHA to you spicy girl) I did take a picture and a video as well.

I ask her "what does mommy say about the flap books?" Sophia: "No, no whipping out." "What do you say"? "so-see, so-see (sorry) Mama" I then made her get her trash can and pick up every piece off the floor.

In the 30 minutes while we are trying to get out the door, the pooping maniac has pooped again........ twice! Changing boys is sooooo different then girls! I'll take girls ANYDAY!!!

To the store we go. What a sight. Two carts and three kids. Mom pushing baby, Sister pushing baby sister. Food going into both carts! Mom making weird noises to occupy Daniel. Teenage daughter telling me to stop it. "Am I embarrassing you?" I ask. "YES!!!" "Good, I say, I'm doing my job." (note to self....NEVER, EVER got to the store with kids again)

Ride home consists of "Old MacDonald, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and ABC's" and Sophia telling us she wants cup cakes for dinner. We don't have cup cakes Emmie tells her....she then says ok......cooooookies, yes, cookies cookies! Oh brother......won't she be disappointed tonight! (note to self......shoot anyone that asks a two year old what they want for dinner)

Unload all the groceries when we get home in the cold nasty weather that I hate! Emmie does help! Thank you! :)

Daniel is watching "Big Red Boat" and Sophia is on the couch eating a few pretzels. Daniel starts complaining. It is his dinner time......warm up veggie and fruit. I make the mistake of getting the toaster out. At 9 months he knows that if he sees the toaster, that means Mommy is going to make him some cinnamon toast. He totally fusses about dinner until he get his cinnamon toast. I am now feeding Daniel with my right hand while he is in his high chair and helping Sophia with my left hand while she is in her sassy seat. Emmie is making her own dinner. She is very self sufficient....thank goodness.

6:30 pm.....1 hour countdown until Daniel gets his bottle. I'm nearly bald at this point, not much hair left on my head.....he is not happy about anything. I think he is getting his other front tooth. He is gnawing on everything! 7:15pm I send Sophia up to Em's room and I holler up that I am giving Daniel is bottle. "Ok" Em says. She is a big help!

Daniel drinks all 8 ounces and is upset there is not more. I sit him up to take his bib off and say "Daniel" just a little too serious for him.....and he cries.....and I.......(sing it with me).....sing and hum that darn song again for the um-teenth time! He passes out!

One down, one to go. It is finally Sophia's turn to go to bed. Hugs and kisses to Daddy I say. We stall..........she grabs baby and her o-wange blankie and heads up the stairs at a turtles pace. I say "Ok....you can go a little faster"......she turns and looks at me and says "just a second"......... "What....where do these statements come form?!?!?!?" Then we have to go through hugs and kisses with sissy......several times...really stalling now.......get her jammies on....no story tonight...sorry I am too tired.......Night Night....love you, you are my special girl, yes I am happy, see you in the morning....I love you! WHEW!!!!

5 minutes downstairs and she is screaming through the monitor that I didn't give her a hug....up the stairs I go. Now.....all is well.

Mind you, I have left out several details of the day due to my brain being mush right now. I need a drink! I have never been much of a drinker! But I'm beginning to think that with all these kids and another one on the way....I can't afford NOT to drink! lol So, as I end this post, I am going to go and make make myself a low fat Root Beer float.