So tonight was Tim's first full night back at work. Here is a rundown of what happened on my first night alone with both kids (in no particular order):
Oliver ate the entire time and cried whenever I tried to stop him.
I nearly mangled him trying to get him into a baby sling.
Mackensie peed on the floor.
Sniper stole a poop diaper out of the diaper pail and ran around the house with it while I chased her trying to get it back.
Sniper stole Oliver's pacifiers.
Mackensie bit me in the butt HARD. She wasn't trying to be mean - -she was just "biting my bummy meat," but she doesn't know the difference between pretend biting and really chomping down. I was talking on the phone doing dishes when she did it and she scared the crap out of me.
Mac tried to feed Oliver a bottle of milk leftover from this morning (she had the right idea, but I had to explain to her that she has to ask me before she puts anything in his mouth)
Mac has modified her voice to two volumes: loud and really, really loud.
They are finally both in bed asleep. Not bad at 9:20 I guess. Of course the house looks like a tornado tore through it, but I don't really care. I'm going to bed.
