two boys under two...day one

the honeymoon was over, reality had come. day one of flying solo taking care of two boys under two.

i was ready. fully prepared to be exhausted after waking up a few times for feedings during the night. ready to handle a toddler who has loved every single minute of time with his daddy being home the past few weeks while his mommy has been taking care of this "baybee". i was prayed up and there was diet coke in the fridge. day one, bring it on.

oh, it did. the morning started out really well. i actually got a quick shower before my husband left for work. ethan and i had about an hour playing together before levi woke up. things were going smoothly. a little too smoothly, apparently.

did i mention that my newborn has a cough? yeah. mom-of-the-year award, right here. thanks.

my newborn is also a sleepyhead, as most newborns are. he had been an eating champ until the last day or two when he decided he was ravenous, would eat for about ten minutes, then conk out on me. kisses, movement, wet washcloth, diaper change, nothing phases him. this kid is sleeper extraordinaire.

so, i spent the better part of the morning attempting to wake him and feed him. i took a break for a while, then went at it again. finally, he ate. hallelujah! in the middle of eating, he coughed a few times and before i know it, he and i were sitting in a puddle of puke. lovely. poor guy.

i think, oh good, now he'll really be hungry! after cleaning things up, i attempted feeding again and sure enough, he eats and eats. and coughs. and pukes. again. oh boy.

somewhere in the middle of my attempt to feed sleepyhead newborn, i hear my toddler upstairs, repeating over and over, "uh-oh, uh-oh". i tell him that i can't come right now, but i'll be there soon (because i'm sure he totally understands this). sometimes he says "uh-oh" because something is out of place in the room, so i'm not too worried. i finally get finished feeding our little guy and i go upstairs to find my sweet toddler standing at the top of the steps, still repeating "uh-oh", and holding out his hand. it's covered in brown stuff. what could it be? i then notice that his diaper is sagged down. uh-oh is right. eeewww!!! i quickly and calmly scrub poopoo off my toddler's hands, trying not to laugh too hard as not to encourage this behavior! i tell him, "ethan, don't dig in your diaper" and he cooperates completely as i clean him up and get him changed. oh boy.

i realize by the end of the day that we have all changed clothes at least twice. BUT, everyone was fed (mostly), everyone was cleaned (mostly), and we all survived the day. priorities, people.

i love my boys. i know this day one is just the beginning of lots of poopoo moments and milk spit-ups and clothes-changing, but i wouldn't trade it for anything.

take that, day one.