Back in December I made a little list of resolutions that I wanted to keep for the year. Blogging regularly was at the top, however,
it got pushed to the bottom it was knocked off the list because I haven’t blogged since March. I’m a blogging loser and I can admit it. I blame my poor time management skills, as well as horrible procrastination, for the lack of writing. At least I’m honest when it comes to my shortcomings.
A couple of weeks ago my baby turned two, which seems completely impossible given the fact he talks, and acts, like he is four. The fact that he is still crapping his pants and getting up in the middle of the night brings me right back to reality. Since I didn’t blog about his birthday when I should have I will dedicate a LATE post on it. Probably in a month or so but it’s already late so it doesn’t really matter at this point.
I will tell you that this punk is insane (we have lovingly nicknamed him “Crack Head”) and has absolutely no fear. He sleeps in a big boy bed (he and Ryder are now the proud owners of bunk beds) and it seems he lives to make me work my ass off chasing him around the yard, after he has unlocked the door and snuck out, usually in his diaper. Classy. He pulls the stools around the kitchen to help himself to whatever he wants – snacks, gum, vitamins – and attempts to get himself milk out of the fridge.By this time next year I expect him to be sneaking out and taking the car at night.
Zach pointed out that with four kids there is an increased chance one of them will end up in jail at some point in their lives. I think you can all crack the case on which one it might be, given the above information. And let me just say, had Cortland been first born, he would have been an only child.
In other news, road trips with punks are like childbirth – if you give it some time in between you tend to forget how painful they can be. Like a couple of idiots we loaded up all four punks and drove to Wyoming. Love being there, hate the drive.
We survived the drive, once again, and everyone had a great time, despite Zach freaking out about the kids getting a single crumb in his new truck. Unfortunately for him, they are kids and there were crumbs everywhere. You win some, you lose some. Thankfully he didn’t find the Milk Dud that fell under my seat. Got that sucker picked up last weekend and with my cat-like reflexes he didn’t even notice.
Summer is almost over, which means I will be down to two punks during the day (one of which will spend three lovely afternoons in preschool) and I am hoping for a little extra time so I can actually blog a little more often than once every four months. Fingers are crossed, breath is not held.