Kool-Aid Face

Here's the fun kid that I'm trying to appease today. Nothing makes her happy.

The thing above her lips is from drinking kool-aid out of a water bottle. You know those little packets that you add to bottles of water? Great idea in theory, but they spill. And stain. She thinks she's too cool for a sippy cup.

This little man is keeping me busy as well. He is walking everywhere now, trying to run, fighting with Josie, crying and screaming, tons of fun. She is Miss Bossy Butt, yells at him for everything, hits, and of course he cries every time she fusses at him. It's exhausting and very loud. It's often hard to diffuse, especially without yelling. How do you teach children not to hit or yell? You can't really spank them or yell at them, because that just doesn't make sense. But with all that crazy noise, that's my first instinct. So I'm trying to keep them separated for now; placate the dictator so the villagers can play in peace.

Every picture I take of him is blurry now, unless he stops to "cheese!" He is a very happy, very curious, very active little boy. See that vacuum behind him? He pushed that down the hall this morning, not sure why. Because he can, I'm sure. 

I've been dealing with a little bout of depression. I think it's probably pretty common after the holidays. I have had no motivation to blog. The more I've thought about it, the more I've wanted to blog about depression. Wow, now there is a huge subject. That kinda overwhelmed me, delaying the post even further. So I decided for my first post, I should do something easy and familiar--like complaining about the babies! As much as they exhaust me, they envelop me. They are my life lately.