Confessions of a tired mommy

Well, Micah is pulling up now. He is so proud of himself, as you can see from the picture. He is also attempting to crawl up and down the stairs.






Last week I had one of my good friends, Becky B., over for lunch. While we were gabbing downstairs Grace had gotten her pacifier and had fallen asleep upstairs. She never does this kind of thing so i took a picture.





I am trying to get Micah to eat more solids so I purchased some Bitter Biscuits for him. I think he liked them but they were the messiest things. They kinda dissolved into this gooey mess that began to harden on his face and hands. There has got to be a better way.

Now for my confessions. As most of you know I am 23 weeks along in my pregnancy so I am full of all kinds of emotional hormones that keep me an emotional mess. In the midst of this I am trying to potty train my precious two year old who at the same time is going through "terrible two's" at the same time my precious little 9 month old is learning to crawl and has this clingy attachment thing. As a result I have allowed myself and my kids to do things I otherwise would have frowned upon. For instance, I let Grace watch tv more than she ever has. I love PBS. Instead of teaching micah to be independent I just do whatever it takes to keep him from crying. I never did that kind of thing with Grace. This morning , in order to get a shower, I put him in the excer-saucer and sat him in front of the tv. (Baby Einstein of course, like that makes it better) And to top it off this morning I drank a diet coke.
There that feels better. I thought it might be therapeutic to get that all out.