First off, my boss added a new little family member this month! Yay, welcome to the craziness that is about to be your life, little man! :) He is so precious, and the other kiddos just love him to pieces!
Annabelle enjoyed finger painting for the very first time. She was a mess, of course! She ended up with paint in her hair, around her mouth (and in it), all over her torso, chair, arms, legs, etc. The child is a hot mess. But, she's adorable, so it helps!
While attempting to take a shower this past weekend, I thought keeping Annabelle contained in the "saucer" was the greatest idea! Of course, I look out, and see that she STILL managed to pull out every single thing that was in the bathroom cabinet! Little stinker!
The next time I looked out, I saw her actually escaping from the saucer. Hmmm...I don't even know where she gets these mad inmate skills. I definitely can't escape from anywhere unnoticed, as I am pretty much guaranteed to fall on my face. True story.
Annabelle is obsessed with shoes. Not in the sense that she likes to admire them from afar, but that she wants to steal every single shoe she sees, and eat them, put them on, or just carry them around. These little gems belong to the little girlie that I nanny. We thought they were pretty darn cute on her!
Once again, Annabelle thinks every space she can squeeze herself into was clearly made for her. She has graduated from the bottom shelf, to the shelf she has to climb onto. Before I took the picture, she was throwing a massive fit, because she was stuck and I wouldn't help her out. This might sound like it's a little bit mean, but seriously, this damsel is in distress for about 97.6% of the day!
Last night, as I was making dinner, I glanced over and saw this girl just chillin on top of the table like it was just a spot on the floor. After she hears me say "AY! You, Annabelle, you get down right now! WAIT, let me take a picture first! Okay, now get down! What are you doing, crazy?!"
As much as I would love to say this is all that has happened in the last couple of weeks, this is not the case. Last week, my boss and I experienced our first No-Good, Terrible, Very Bad Day, since the new little man arrived! I'm telling you, nothing went right on this day! We had places to be, but everything was working against us. Two crazy cranky toddlers, crying about seriously EVERYTHING. A very active 4 year old, who just wanted to go to the "MOMS club," and a newborn who was really just overwhelmed! Oh, and lets not forget the sleep deprived adults, who were equally as overwhelmed! Needless, to say, we were a mess. When we finally arrived at our destination (the mall play area), we were all just having a fine and dandy time, until these crazy fools decided it was a good idea to bring Chick-fil-a into the play area. Ummm...hello! There are about 20 vultures in here that are now going to be freaking out because they don't have Chick-fil-a! Thanks for that, Sparky! Next thing we know, we look over and see this child wiping his nasty SNOT RAG (!!!!!!!!!!!) on little man's face! WTH! First of all, who in the world brings their kid to a mall play area with a flippin snot rag? Something is definitely wrong with this day. Second, who the heck sits there watching while their child wipes his said snot rag all over another kids face? GAH! I ran over and snatched up little mister pretty dang fast, and proceeded to clean his face like he had gotten the plague.
Next, I see Annabelle working her way up the stairs to go down the slide. Once she had reached the top, instead of sitting down, she apparently felt like walking down the slide was the better idea. So, in a frenzy to save her from her ultimate demise, I leapt over to save her, but instead, I tripped over a fake hedge thingy (That I'm sure wasn't there), and definitely landed ON her. Good job, Mom of the Year. Oh man...what a day. Did I mention it wasn't even 11 AM, yet?
So, after the snot and the falling on my child, we decided to bite the bullet and take the kids to Chick-fil-a. While we are sitting at the table eating, these two older ladies come by, and of course ask, "Now, are those two twins?" (They are 6 months apart, and are very clearly not twins) My reply "No, they're 6 months apart, actually!" The older lady then says, "Heh, One of them must have been preemie!" Okay, I am very used to getting judgmental looks from people who think I must just get down and dirty every minute of every day, and some of them even say "Wow, you've been busy!" (I know, right?), but, once people hear that they are 6 months apart, they pretty much get the point that they are obviously not both mine. Who the heck has two biological children 6 months apart? Come on, lady. Anyway, it was pretty funny to hear my boss snap back at the lady "No, one is mine" but I was dying to hear her just let out one big
"DUH, you idiot!" But, you know, with the children around, we wouldn't want to be rude! ;)
Once the children were all fed, the day seemed to be much better, and we somehow survived!
Though, I'm sure, the judgmental looks from old women, and the crazy hectic, overwhelming days will definitely continue, I look very forward to them! Bring it on!
We all know that the bad times, make the good times better!