Monday, March 16, 2009
Tell me it gets easier!
I'm not sure what's going on, but I swear to you EVERY time I put Lydia down for a nap, sit down, take a breath and grab the computer, she is SCREAMING to get out of her crib (okay, pack-n-play--I guess I would scream too if I had to sleep in one of those.) Maybe a half-hour nap. A half-hour! Hopefully it's just one of those days, but I feel like I can't get anything accomplished. And when she is up, she is into EVERYTHING. Today, I looked away for a second, looked back and she was holding a pair of scissors. I don't even know where they came from. It doesn't help that my house is a huge mess from the longest move known to man and that it is clearly NOT childproofed. Lisa told me one time she threw a pack of baby wipes into Jack's room and he and Mia played with them for an hour. I'll have to remember that, but seeing that I'm down to my last diaper and have about three wipes left in the bag, I don't think I can afford to waste any. I wish I smoked.