After a few months of what seemed like a dry spell. I decided to quickly just do another post. Well, the last post stopped at my anticipation of the England trip which went great! Two weeks flew by just like that. The two weeks were especially hectic now that my cousin and her hub has a 9 week old and a 2.5 year old.
Daily routine: Family of four wakes up at 0530, a two hourly feeding and sleeping cycle for the 9 week old starts, 2.5 yr old tears the living room apart with her toys, dad tries to do some work (he works from home) before he goes cycling at 8am, mum juggles feeding and playing and household chores, me wakes up between 1000-1100 and witness the war damaged living room and heads into the bathroom to washup and sits on the icy cold toilet seat as I take a poop, we have breakfast together if I get up at 0900, if it's a Monday and Wednesday, prep the 2.5 yr old for pre-school, if not I spend what's left of the morning to play with 2.5 yr old, then either mum or me makes lunch, we have lunch together in between feeding and trying to pacify both kids, clean up the living room, then we prep to head out to the beach/castle/island/zoo/caves/mall, car ride rocks both kids to sleep, 2.5yr old usually cranky and turns truly evil and Satanic if she doesnt get enough eye shut, we try to calm her down and in between 9 week old takes a poop and needs to be cleaned, we do whatever we are doing that day and in between feeding and cleaning the 9 week old, go back home and try desperately to to keep 2.5 yr old awake (so that she doesnt get Satanic again before bedtime) by singing, guessing games, playing "Where is the (insert whatever animal that comes our way)?", takeaway or make dinner with the 2.5 yr old tearing up the living room again, send the child of Satan to sleep, feeding the 9 week old and waits for him to sleep and then clean up the living room again, have our tea and chatting session in the living room with the tv on if anything interesting is on.
ALL of this x 2weeks = my preview of parenthood.
It doesnt seem that bad, really. I love kids. The 2.5 yr old (my god daughter) was wonderful when she decides not to worship Satan. An extremely happy child. My favourite photos of her are one with blood on her mouth with her still smiling (told you she's evil), the other with sauce from her spag bog all and the third one as Satan's child (throwing tantrums with her gigantic minnie mouse ears sticking out from her hairband).
