1 vs. 2

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So the BIG question from everyone has been "How are you adjusting to 2 kids?" And, I believe that those who have asked me this quesion, that have more than one, ask this question with a little giggle in their voice ;O) So here is an explanation of my morning today, and this will sum up 1 vs. 2.

Last week we were all sick (except the baby thank goodness), so me, Isa and Eva were stuck in the house 24-7 Monday-Friday, and by Friday I thought Chris was going to have to admit me to the psychiatric ward up at the hospital. Which might have been a nice break to have people bring me food and get a full nights rest (LOL)!!

A couple of weeks ago I had ordered a double stroller and it arrived last Thursday, you honestly would have thought I won the lottery when this thing arrived, the thought of being outside made me gleam! So, today I attempted our first walk with the gals. Now, last summer when I took walks with Isa everyday this is how it would go. Keep in mind she was 17 months old, and still not walking. So we would eat breakfast, I would carry her upstairs and change her diaper, get her dressed, quickly wipe up her face, carry her down to the stroller, and well......we would take a nice happy walk. Today, however, it didn't run quite like that. Isabella woke up at the same time that I was feeding Eva, so she is in her bedroom yealling "Hello???" and I am trying to balance holding the baby, her blanket and pacifier, and holding the bottle between my chin and the babies mouth as I walk to Isabella's room. I have to drag her out of bed as she is throwing a tantrum because she wants me to carry her downstairs (somehow she has forgotten since the baby has arrived that her legs do in fact work.) I get her breakfast and once again...a tantrum because I want her to sit in her booster chair rather than stand in dad's chair and spill her breakfast everywhere. Then it's time to get her changed for the day (that again is another tanrum, this independence at age 2 thing is killing me!!) Oh, and wait, I guess I shouldn't go on a walk in my PJ's, so I hurry and run and change my clothes....oh, and I haven't found time to use the bathroom, I hurry and do that as Isabella is standing in the doorway repeating over and over "Wash my hands, wash my hands, wash my hands"! We finally get downstairs and I get Eva put in her carseat, I get Isa's shoes on, and Isabella starts throwing a tanrum because she wants some bubble gum. I throw in the towel and go outside to put the baby in the stroller, and leave Isa inside just to enjoy 20 seconds of silence. I come back in and get Isabella and bring her out to the stroller, we get buckled in and then I smell this Horrible awful smell....yes, the baby has pooped. So, I then unbuckle Isabella, which again triggers a tantrum. I take the carseat back insdide and drag Isabella back in. As I go upstairs to change Eva, Isabella is downstairs kicking the wall and screaming because she wants to go outside. I bring the baby back down, get her back in the carseat, drag both kids out to the stroller, buckle up again....and an hour and a half later we finally are leaving the house to take a walk. So, to sum up how I am adjusting to 2......it's wonderful chaos! Wait is that an oxy moron?