Colin has been at the hospital nonstop these last several days, and since I'm still too much of a weenie to drag both boys out on my own, we're
still at home. I love our house, but I think we all feel a tad imprisoned. It's suddenly gotten cold too, so even Will does not want to venture outdoors to get the fresh air he desperately needs. So we've been living in our playroom, moving to the living room when we need a dose of Barney or Little Einsteins (3 times today, sadly) or to the kitchen for PB&J or grilled cheese. Play dough, stickers, crayons, blocks, puzzles, books, trucks, trains, disneychannel.com--we've done it all. And we're bored. And the problem is, once one kid stops screaming, the other starts. And if one goes to sleep, the other wakes. I'm guessing this is our new "normal." Thomas continues to be a pretty "easy" baby--he has no desire to sleep at night and wants to be held all the time, but that's to be expected right now (I think?). Will is even more accustomed to having him around, though generally he shows his affection by sticking his foot in Thomas' face or poking him while he's sleeping. Such brotherly love. Also, when I smell a stinky diaper (all the time now), our firstborn accuses "bubba" (his interpretation of "brother," of course) of bearing the poop. Back and forth between laughing and wanting to cry--such is motherhood. Despite my sleep-deprived and husband-at-work induced complaints, my life is so blessed. Exhausting and at times really frustrating, sure. But truly blessed. Just look at these guys :)


Pulling the stinky foot maneuver again...poor, poor Thomas...
