I overreacted (shocking) and lost my temper yesterday morning over something dumb (running out of eggs). As usual, Brian was the victim of my wrath, but rather than tell me to shove it (which I would have deserved), he went to the store to get some more eggs and brought me these:
He is, in fact, the greatest (and most patient) (and most forgiving).
I have never truly been "thrown off" by a time change until yesterday. I thought it would be no big deal… the babies woke up at 8:30 instead of 7:30 and I figured we'd just get back on track with their normal schedule at bedtime. Then bedtime rolled around and they were acting like patients that had recently escaped from a mental institution. There was much weeping and gnashing of teeth and when they both finally went to sleep, I felt like I wanted to escape to a mental institution.
I am not going to miss pumping. At all. Not even a little bit. But I think I'm actually going to miss nursing a little… I'm blaming it on the my-babies-are-about-to-not-be-babies-anymore hormones.
As many of you saw on Facebook, we gave the babies their first taste of peanut butter this weekend. We also gave them their first taste of a cookie. Lest you judge us for "introducing" junk food so early, then you should know it was a Thin Mint, so at least we kept it classy.
My mind wandered off during the sermon at church on Saturday and I spent a solid 5 minutes planning the layout of the food table for the babies' birthday party in my head.
Speaking of church, we're getting the babies baptized in Dallas this weekend along with Avery (at the same church where Allison and I were baptized 31 years ago!). That's not the confession part though. The confession is that while I'm of course looking forward to the baptism and spending time with family, I'm most excited to have other people prepare meals and help entertain the babies for an entire weekend.
And speaking of meals, even though Colby really has gotten better about eating the food we give him, he is still pretty finicky and unpredictable, so it is not uncommon for an entire "meal" of his lately to consist of Cheerios and a mum mum. And that's if he's in the mood to eat the Cheerios. I know what you're thinking, and yes, nutrition abounds at the Joiner house.
And while I'm filling out our "Parents of the Year" application, let me go ahead and tell you that on Friday evening, we let Colby mouth the top of Brian's beer bottle while simultaneously letting Clara play with Mardi Gras beads while wearing her pants on her head.
And with that, my friends, I'll wish you a happy week ahead. Any confessions you'd like to share on this Monday morning?