It started with me realizing I'm a genius. You see, the worst and most stressful parts of my day are the times when I'm trying to get Vivian to nap. Not because of V, who is making progress in the nap department - it's because of her big brother who makes it his mission to keep her AWAKE. Barging into her room, knocking over the lamp, slamming the cover of her clothes hamper OVER AND OVER AGAIN .... he's about as handy as my other napping nemesis, the garbage truck. Today, I tried something new. When he bored of Sesame Street and came bolting into V's room, I smiled and whispered "hey Bug! Ready to go night-night?" He turned on his heel and ran out. Thoughtful kid he is, he even shut the door behind him. And when he came in three minutes later to try again, I asked him if he'd like his diaper changed. He sprinted out of the room, shut the door, and was quiet as a church mouse for the next five minutes. When I came out, he was hiding between the wall and the couch and "reading" a book. Nice! I think tomorrow I'll ask if he wants to go see the doctor for some shots. Outsmarting a toddler = awesome.
Then we hosted a playdate. A big, loud playdate. Three other mamas, each with their own "2u2" (that's internet-speak for two babies under two years of age, if I haven't previously explained that). Four babies under six months hung out with their mamas, smiling and feeding and barfing on themselves (uh, okay, that was just V), while their four older siblings ravaged the main floor of the house, shared snacks, and ganged up on Ralph (who was characteristically unfazed by the toddler mob). The other moms were so much fun to chat with, and who doesn't love some sweet new friends who know exactly what you're going through in all this 2u2 madness?
To top off the good Monday, J got home semi-early (for J) and we stuffed ourselves silly with fettucini alfredo. I may not be physically able to get off the couch for the rest of the night, but it sure was yummy and worth the skinny-pants setback.
Our Sunday wasn't so bad either, namely, when we gave up on the housework list and went out to enjoy the afternoon with our babes. We took a long walk and ended up at the park. Where my kids made matching faces and my husband had more fun than a grown man should have at a playground.
ps: I'm a WINNER! I mean, I always knew I was a winner, but it's official. The very cool and funny Lacey gave me a blogger award! I'll prepare my acceptance speech (I mean, revelation list) and pass the bloggy-love along very soon. Thanks, Lacey!