Sniffles and Shambles

Emersen is officially feeling better.

As I mentioned in a previous post she has had a terrible cold for the past few weeks. This resulted in a very fussy little girl who had to be held ALL the time. This also resulted in lots of quality time with my new best friend, the BULB SYRINGE.

By looking at her runny nose you might think she is still sick but by looking at my house you would know she is all better. While I was in the bedroom on the phone for all of fifteen minutes she had managed to pull out several books from the bookcase and even more cd's from the cd case in the living room. In the kitchen she had about fifty plastic forks and spoons on the floor along with a few pots and pans. In the play/family room she had a tub of Rhett's plastic toys pulled off the shelf spread on the floor along with two puzzles. This girl can do some damage.

Looking at the mess was kind of bittersweet. Well actually it was just plain bitter. No I take that back, the sweet part is that she is feeling well enough to ransack our house. I realized after picking up plastic silverware from the kitchen floor for the third time that my single child messy moments are over. They just doubled into a greater mess and the first messy child is in no position to relinquish his talents. If I had known life was just going to get messier maybe I would have saved myself some stress back when I could. I can only imagine what things will look like when she starts walking. If anyone reading this has two or more children older than mine and any advice for me I would greatly appreciate it.

My other observation was simply that my baby is growing up too fast for my liking. Rod and I are very happy with two children so unless something out of my control happens I'm not planning on having anymore children. I don't delight much in getting up every other hour in the middle of the night or having to nurse so often that I cannot stay away for longer than two hours. More recently I have even grown tired of having to hold my almost 10 month old all the time. So no matter how nice it is to be free from those stages I can't help but be sad at the reality of not having a baby anymore. It doesn't help the fact that Emersen usually grows out of her clothes before I even bring them home from the store. What's more depressing than your youngest child on a rapid journey towards "toddler" sizes at the Gap rather than "infant" sizes. I know little girl clothes are cute as well but it's just not the same. Kara- Please have a little girl so I can keep shopping in this department.

As predicted now that Emersen is feeling better Rhett is acting more sick. He has been tired and not eating well. I guess their rotating. This could actually work out well for me. Maybe I'll only have to wory about one child making a mess after all. At least during flu season.