Happy Family Outing

We decided to go to an art festival this morning. A friend of ours had a booth and it wasn't far so we thought it would be a nice way to walk around, support the local art scene and spend some qt with the fam.

Yea.

We have a 2 year old.

The morning went something like this:

M: Let's get dressed
T2: Ahhhh blah blah blah you are evil ahhhh. (in coherent screams)

20 minutes later...dressed.

We arrive at the art fair, our happy little family, and instantly the 2 year old wants to run in to the pond and has to be carried away screaming. The 7 year old? Yea, he wants food and to find his friends.
We walk around the circle, attempting to appreciate quilts, jewelry, pottery...all the while I am just trying to keep the 2 year old from breaking something or swiping something off the tables. We find the kids tent with the fake snow, of course the kids don't want to leave...and after 20 minutes, I'm the mean mommy and I make them...but no worries, I bribe them with lemonade.
Then we have the melt down over wanting to touch the $400 paintings with the dogs and the tigers on them. Screaming, kicking...strange women giving Jared tips on how to hold him so that you can't feel the kicks. The fun never ends on our happy family outing. 7 year old pouting over the fake snow and wanting to go to the play ground.

Oh yes...this is exactly how I envisioned our afternoon of strolling through the park and looking at art going. Yep.

You'd think I would know better.
2 year olds should only be taken out in public when absolutely necessary....and then, only with out toddlers so that yours isn't the only kid screaming incoherently at you and kicking. Oh, and let's not forget laying in the middle of the walkway and turning to jello with lots of parents who were smart enough to come without their children walking by and "awwwing" or giving us looks of "oh yea, been there".

I came home and took a nap. Did I mention that I skipped coffee this morning??!!

Oh yea, and, I'm back

I know, I've been such a blog slacker. Work is busy right now since we're in full wedding season swing...so if I'm on the computer I'm usually working or checking my facebook. Plus, me home with 2 kids = losing my mind piece by piece. I love them, but oh my dear lord, all.day.long with the don't touch your brother, leave his toys alone, no! he had that first, don't lick his leg. What? You don't have to tell your children to stop licking each other? Come on, I'll bet you do...

Anyway, I've missed my bloggy friends. I do stop over and read most of my regulars, but I haven't been commenting as often as I normally would. Hopefully once school is back in session I'll be better at keeping up. I am going to attempt some kind of real schedule...with actual work hours, play hours, housework hours...etc. While working from home seems like the perfect situation, I constantly feel guilty. If I'm doing work, I think I should be cleaning or playing with the kids...and vice versa. So, I figure if I have designated times for everything, no guilt. All in a perfect world, right?! Talk to me in September and I'll let you know how it's going.

The funk is gone, and no not just because I showered (which, I did). I still have my moments but I'm better at managing them. I know I have issues that are hormone related...but I'm hoping in the next few months when HH gets the old snip snip, I'll be a bit more sane. Not totally sane, there is no hope of that...but I'm okay with that. I like keeping people on their toes.

He may not talk, but he's no dummy!

Do you see this adorable face?


He's 2 and he doesn't talk.
Well, he doesn't talk much. He has few words but he pretty much just screams. If you ask him to use words, he just walks away...and then he'll just figure out a way to get what he wants on his own.
Yesterday he wanted new batteries in this dancing Brobee, when we weren't jumping to his screams he went over to HH's desk, found a screw driver and attempted to fix it himself.

Tonight? He wanted gogurt, he got it out of the fridge and waved it at me. I put it back. Later, after dinner, I was in the kitchen loading the dishwasher and the little bugger had climbed up on my desk, got the scissors and opened the fridge to get the gogurt. He'd seen me use them to open our frozen gogurts, so apparently he figured if I wasn't going to help him, he'd do it himself.


Ah, 2 is so much fun.

On a side note, check out these handsome boys:


And now let's hear it...AWE...