So I’m sitting here trying to think of something to post – yet still cherishing some golden moments of Shea’s naptime. I didn’t realize when I got back from Vegas that the fraternity was going to put me through Hell Week. Yeah. It has gotten a little better but we aren’t all the same as when I left.
Shea is more or less walking, climbing, toilet diving full time. Liam is more or less a completely more ANNOYINGLY CHALLENGING child. Between the two of these I’m running constantly… mentally and physically. Oh and Shea had a tooth come in over the weekend and he’ll be DAMNED if he’s going to suffer alone.
Vegas trip? WHAT VEGAS TRIP?
Basically at the end of each day I have been collapsing on the couch, playing rounds of Scramble on Facebook, watching the Olympics and TRYING to stay up til at LEAST 10pm. Dan worked last weekend from Thursday – Sunday almost non-stop. We saw him MAYBE 4 hours all weekend. And this was after him being gone the previous week for his conference. I know that this gets to Liam and he misses Daddy and acts out more with Mommy. I get it – I do.
But it still SUCKS ASS.
Tonight Dan has another after work meeting so it’ll be a long day here at the ranch. Good news is that he is taking off Thursday and Friday to help make up some time with the family. And we are going to do SOMETHING FUN tomorrow. Do you think Shea will let me take a turn in his stroller cause I’M TIRED!
Saturday we have Liam’s MONSTER JAM Birthday Party. His real true birthday isn’t until September 1st… which is Labor Day this year… so we opted to have the party a couple weeks before. The weather is supposed to be great, if not HOT. But hot is ok. I have the party stuff all coming in today…plates, table covers, decorations… oh yes big scary looking monster trucks EVERYWHERE.
Last year about this time we invested in a bouncy house…not huge but enough for a bunch of kids to jump in. We have already gotten the turn on investment with the boys birthdays alone. Best part? After the cake when the kids have their sugar highs? They all get in the thing and jump nonstop til they pass out.
Passing out = GREAT PARTY!
So while my kids are making me scream into a pillow or run into my garage and cry I want to take a moment and remember some GOOD things. CUTE things. Reasons why I stay and don’t RUN SCREAMING from my house. Mmm-K?
Shea toddles around with his arms flexed like a wrestler entering a ring.
Liam is getting freckles.
Shea says “Wow” “Yah” and ”Muh” (more) – he doesn’t say “No” yet. YIPPIE!
Liam loves the Olympics and has called gymnastics “elastics” the entire time. He also spontaneously turns into Michael Phelps and does the backstroke around the kitchen.
Another favorite word for Liam to say “amungus” (humongous).
Both children enjoy car rides mostly and never cry at Starbucks. *knocking on wood* Besides – there is NO CRYING at Starbucks!
Shea wants to play with the pugs desperately. He lays on them in their bed. When they wrestle he tries to join by going headfirst in the middle.
Shea can hold a popsicle and eat it like he’s a kid.
Both like to give their Mama some lovins.
Filed under: Brothers, Just Susie, Liam, Mouths of Babes, Parenthood, Shea, Us
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The party sounds fantastic – I was thinking of renting a bouncing thingy for Liam’s next party. Quinn’s however, will be in Nov. – and WHAT am I going to do with all the cousins in November??? brrrr..
Love this post. So real and chatty-like.
I hear you about being super tired — and no (or little) husband help. It’s exhausting. Seriously. And I only have one boy. But he’s so testing his boundaries.
Hope the party is a great sucess — I know it will be.
I love the line about the fraternity putting you through Hell week. Boy, have I felt like that before!
You had me at no crying at Starbucks. See they are such cuties, you can never hold onto the get me the hell out of here feeling for long.
Can you tell my son the “no crying at Starbucks” rule?
And freckles are so super cute. Have a super fun party. We invested in a jump house too and it’s some of the best money we’ve spent.
Well, there had better not be any crying at Starbucks! You are so busy, but it’ll get better when they’re older (I promise) it may not be easier, but you won’t be so dang tired . . . I remember when my boys were that age and now, it’s all a blur. Seriously.
So now here I am reading your post and nodding my head because just a few years ago, and before their sis came along – this was soooooo me.