A Rose By Any Other Name is a Whole New Flower

This week, Sophia is not eating very well. At all. She doesn't want anything. She is never hungry. She just won't eat. Finally, after fighting with her at every meal, I decided not to feed her anything until she told me she was hungry. It is the fourth day now, and she has eaten 3 decent meals (one per day). This morning, I decided to try something...

Her favorite show in the world right now is Ratatouille. It is about a little mouse who loves to cook. For anyone who has seen Ratatouille, you know he debuts his cooking career by making the most delicious pot of soup. Thus, soup is Sophia's favorite food in the world right now.

So back to this morning. I made a bowl of oatmeal a little extra runny, sprinkled in a little brown sugar, and offered Sophia some breakfast soup.

Whaddya know. She loved it.

The Dilemma

I have come to realize that it is next to impossible to be a pregnant-momma-of-two-under-age-two and survive without caffeine. Pregnancy calls for no caffeine. Mommahood SCREAMS for it.

Forever Brainless

What do you do with a woman who has lost her mind? What do I do with myself? I learned that you loose brain cells when you have children, but seriously?? I have just gotten DUMB. Am I the only one? I thought that 10 months post-birth, I might regain some brain function. Wrong. A few examples...

I constantly put things places (that don't make sense even in my mind) and later when Jared asks me where I put it, I adamantly deny even moving it in the first place. When the item is found a week later, my brain fires dimly, and I vaguely remember placing said item in random spot... sometimes.

I get sweaty and nervous when Jared asks me where I put his car keys. (See above.)

Jared asks me if I changed Sophia's poopy diaper. I confidently tell him no. He commences to remove her diaper to find it clean and dry. When told that I did indeed change her already, I wonder to myself when I did it.

After a long five hours at the WA County Fair, we return to our van, and the door is wide open. I was the last one near the car, using that door. You can draw conclusions. Oops.


Sigh.

The Next Minute

Just when you think you've squeezed every last drop of energy out of your weary body, both of your children wake up sick, sneezy, snotty, and screaming. Then you realize that you will never feel energetic again, but will have to accept the fact that God gives you only enough energy to get through the next minute.

Exhausting

Being a mommy is exhausting. Nuff said.

You Know You're Tired When...

...you hear the baby screaming on the monitor, and flip it off thinking it's an alarm clock, and fall back to sleep.