Today's Truths

1. Grayson is crawling, fo sho. I can't believe it. It feels too early. He's only six months and five days. :-(  (For the record, I would say that he started crawling on Thursday, April 30th; he was six months and two days.)

2. Carter has a spring cold, which Grayson is bound to get. Booooo! This will be Grayson's first virus. I find it nothing short of impressive that, with a three-year old brother, he made it all the way to six months without getting sick. I am an obsessive hand-washer (as are most of the people in my life who "handle" my kids), so I would like to take credit for the fact that we made it six months illness-free. (In reality, part of the credit has to go to the fact that I haven't been taking Carter to the babysitter's regularly. Our sitter is really clean, but when he's there, he's exposed to all the crap that the school kids catch and bring to the house, so sickness is unavoidable.)

3. Bathing, changing (clothes or diaper), or really doing anything with your six month old that requires them to lay still for any more than five consecutive seconds is an exercise in futility. I would like to suggest that it be added as an Olympic event, because when you successfully dress, bathe, or change the diaper of a baby this age (or at least Grayson), you really feel that you deserve some kind of a medal.

4. I am not feeling this parenthood thing today. I want a break. I won't get one, but I want one. This morning involved wiping Carter's nose and helping him blow it properly every three minutes, cleaning up Grayson's spit up a bunch of times, and cleaning up Chomper puke. Oh so fun. I swear, I spend half the day covered in Grayson's spit up, Carter's snot, or my own breastmilk. How freaking sexy is that?! Try to restrain yourselves, people, I'm happily married ;-)

But in all seriousness, I would love a day where I wasn't running to meet someone else's need every minute and where I could clean in peace (I actually like to clean - despite the appearance of my house) and then plop my butt on the couch and dumb down to some terrible tv. Alas, I had sex sans birth control, so that is not to be my fate today. Having said that, Carter is waiting for the tea I promised to make him.