Yesterday began with the sounds of little voices, a wonderful music to start the day. Then I looked at the clock.......sigh. It was a mere 6:50 and Cohen had been up crying twice in the night, so much so that I picked him up and went to snuggle with him in the guest bed. Rylie had already crawled in to our bed at some point and flopped around like a fish out of water, so I thought I would attempt to get SOME sleep in her room before Cohen awoke the second time. We got up and ate breakfast and Rylie went to preschool. Cohen napped. Then I went to pick up Rylie at preschool. I had been on the phone with the phone service at the pediatrician twice that morning and the nurse finally called me and told me what to get for a little rash Cohen had. Everyone was tired, but I thought I could sneak in a quick trip to Hobby Lobby (just to return a few items) and then by Target to get the ointment. As soon as I parked the car, Rylie started to wilt, whining about being hot. I loaded them both into the cart and wheeled them up to the service desk. They immediately both started to try to stand in the cart, with Cohen leaning over one side to loot the candy they oh-so-strategically place by the register much to the chagrin of many a Mommy. As I bantered with the clerk (who had to call a manager over for some reason), I grabbed the candies and returned them to their spot and the wailing commenced. And when I say wailing....I mean, I mean like a BANSHEE. A SIREN. Any other alarming, high pitched nerve shattering noise you may drum up in your mind. Wow. I tried to remain calm as I got high browed stares from the patrons around me. I returned there stares with a smile and a bit of nervous laughter, all the while willing the manager to HURRY UP, DANG IT! in my mind. I grabbed a bag of cheez-its and gave her back some of the money she had just refunded me to cover the snacks and then we were out. On to Target. Relatively uneventful by comparison, we got the goods and got out. When we got home, I bathed Cohen and as the nurse instructed, let him run around naked and "air out". In the meantime, Rylie and I decided to change out her earrings. NOT a simple task. Remember Cohen's wailing from above? Similar to this, only she assumes a fetal position and grasps her ears while crying no! no! Its gonna hurt!!!! (Her ears are still healing from piercing, sensitive ears etc. so we got some sterling silver ones). Tears a-flowing, she still insists that we do this! About 8 minutes later and I have ONE earring changed, and I hear the wailing from baby boy coming down the hallway. He rounded the corner in his birthday suit, only it looked like it was covered in chocolate frosting. NOT Chocolate........AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! He was screaming and coming towards me very quickly, so I grabbed him and put him into the tub that I had just drained. He was crying and gagging and I sprayed him down saying "it is ok", not wishing to think about the scene in our bedroom where he had emerged from. Rylie went to check it out and came back saying "oh my gosh, mom. You are gonna flip out when you see your room.....". Wow. So with the poo washed off baby boy and Rylie with mismatched earrings, I went to survey the damage. Luckily, it was in a pile in front of the sink, with a bit on a towel that was nearby, but gross nonetheless. It is pretty bad when your one year old is gagging and begging "diaper mommeeeeee". Just as I thought I could take no more, my knight in shining armor (aka Stewart) arrived with the little green dragon (the bissell steam vac) to save the day!
Cohen saying "cheese" so hard he is drooling!
My babies
Rylie
