What a morning! So many things have happened; none good. We started with Micah coming in at 6:22am. I promptly picked him up and put him in his own bed. Things were quiet for a few minutes so I went back to sleep. About 6:44am I hear voices in Jacob's room. Thinking he's just cooing I stay in bed for a few minutes just to wake up. As I'm listening I start to realize those are Micah's voices in Jacob's room at 6:44am. Mad, I get up, and sure enough he is in Jacob's room with the light on talking happily away to his little brother! Pretty sure we covered this in baby 101. Do not go in Jacob's room when he's sleeping! So anyway still mad I bring the boys back to my room to do, whatever. I notice Jacob pooping and I soon realize it's gone through his pj's. Ok, so I bring him to his room, unzip him and it is COVERING his left leg! What? how did it get there? As I slowly pull his leg out it is also on his foot. What?! So gross. After a number of wipes and a soapy wet washcloth I think we're good. By now it's only 7:20. Sweet.
Time for breakfast. After cutting off half of the black banana for Micah and cutting up a waffle. I go to feed Jacob in his room. When I come back out Micah has the fridge door wide open. When I ask what he's doing he bursts into sobs on the floor. (Whenever we come up to him as he's doing something naughty and he's startled this is what happens.) Great so anyway after a little tussle with the fridge door I finally get him to sit and finish his breakfast. He then has to go to his room for a timeout for, well, a lot of things.
During his timeout I realize it's trash day so I put Jacob in his beautiful hand made cradle :) and tell Micah to go keep him company while I collect the trash and take it outside. Usually there are no problems with this plan. Today when I come inside Jacob is crying. I hurry to my room to see what's wrong and J has his foot stuck in the cradle and Micah is holding his toy. As I pull out his foot I ask Micah if he took J's toy. He then tells me that he hit Jacob in the head with it. Sure enough there is a little red patch on J's forehead. "Just go back to your room," I tell Micah.
So now it's 8:40am I just put J down for his nap (which he still hasn't fallen asleep for) and threw his poop filled pj's in the wash. So gross they are washing by themselves. Please God please let this day get better oh and maybe a nap for me??
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