Sometimes I just have to laugh...

Okay, so tonight was hysterical. I took my first time away from both kids to do some grocery shopping. Nick handled it beautifully. Having gone through this with Noah, the idea of being on his own with a breast-fed infant doesn't scare him as much. As a result, I'm not nearly as anxious leaving Abby behind as I was with Noah. I walked in the door an hour later and they were all content - Abby in her bassinet sucking at her pacifier, Noah eating an "appetizer", and Nick had the pasta cooking and doing internet research. He said that the kids had taken turns crying, but his humor was still in tact.

Throughout the minutes of getting in groceries, determining what Abby needs, and checking in with Nick, Noah has been on and off cranky. It is later than usual for dinner, and understandably he is hungry. I'm not going to get mad at him because we made him wait, but he is testing us. At one point he crawls up next to me while I'm trying to nurse Abby, both of them are screaming. Nick and I look at each other and just start screaming over them. It makes no sense to be upset, we're doing the best we can to get everyone taken care of, so we just join the shouting match. Besides when we do that it normally entertains Noah enough that he stops for minute.

Nursing isn't working though and Abby is screaming. She is overtired and hot. She also just finished a growth spurt and so is off schedule. I realize that she needs to sleep and a bath would probably be a good idea. It has been a few days and she is really hot. I always sleep better after a bath!

Anyway...I finally get Abby in the bath tub (in the kitchen) and it has gotten quiet. Too quiet. Then suddenly I hear a thud, my heels get wet, and Noah starts screaming. He managed to grab the full gallon jug of milk off the kitchen counter and it has exploded on the floor. He is standing there looking shocked, very guilty, and quite sad. Nick comes to the rescue, employs Noah in the cleaning up process and the half of the sink not dedicated to Abby's bath gets the leaking milk jug...

Abby's crying stopped as soon as she got dried, dressed, and swaddled. We rocked for a while in the peacefulness of her nursery and she was quickly subdued, though every now and then a single sob would break through. She will sleep well I think.

Noah joined Nick and I for a long overdue dinner and ended the night with a face full of chili, a warm bath, "Guess How Much I Love You", and the sweet cuddles and goodnight signs of his bedtime routine.

Nights like this I am grateful for humor and bedtime.

Looks like I was wrong though, Abby needs to eat again....