No More Spoons

If the girls didn't take a semi-regular nap (AT THE SAME TIME), I don't know how I could survive the week.  Well, I don't mean survive, as in, survive, I just mean have a house that's almost reasonably clean, have pretty decent meals, be able to hear myself think, and stay sane.  Having two littles who are super active and so close in age is like living with a tornado.  They are constant in a way that I have never known constant before.  At the end of every super packed, whirlwind weekend of doing fun things and catching up on chores and chasing the girls, I always say to P, "Aren't you a little happy to be going to work tomorrow?  Just the tiniest bit?  You can admit it...a teeny weeny bit?"

The drama is at about an 11 on a scale of 1-10 right now.  Yes, yes, I know...we have two girls, what do we expect.  But between the sibling rivalry and the general daily drama, it's sometimes a little "much".  We had a temper tantrum over a hair braid yesterday that was so outrageous that if the A/C hadn't been on and our windows closed, our neighbors certainly would have called the police.  Braid in?  Braid out?  Or in?  Half a braid?  Whatever I have to do to stop the screaming...

The girls are starting to play together a little nicer, which is very sweet to see.  There's still a lot of "MINE!" and all of that going on.  Today I actually heard, "MY Mama!  No, MY Mama!"  Like P said, let's keep in mind that R isn't completely innocent, either, in all of the sibling drama.  Yesterday the girls were sharing an iced milk tea, and when we told R that it was E's turn with the drink, she'd just sit with the straw in her mouth and PRETEND to drink so E couldn't have it.  Sneaky indeed.

I'll admit, it's tough to always stay collected when there's constantly some "issue" going on that has to be mitigated or stopped.  We've both heard ourselves saying the crazy things we both swore we'd never say.  The first time I heard myself say, "Don't touch her" or "Don't touch her car seat" or "Just don't LOOK at her" I understood why my mom used to say that to my sister and me.  It sounds crazy and insane, but you're just trying to get through a 5 minute car ride to CVS all in one piece.  P had a great one this weekend:  "If either of you bite another spoon and break it, there will be NO MORE SPOONS IN THIS HOUSE.  None.  We will all just eat with our hands!"

So, just another day with the girls.  Not looking at each other, wearing braids, and eating with our hands.

Here are some pics of my day with the girls today in Boston...

Shopping for some goodies in Chinatown.

E's got quite a hold on her little sister!

Along Boston Harbor.

Glamour girls.

We rounded out the day with some pastries in the North End.  I
figured we earned it after all of that walking, right?