Our laid back little guy has gotten quite demanding of late. Huzbend is still at home to help out. It's a good thing and I'll miss him A LOT when he has to go back. Because, right now, as to how the hell I am going to take care of two children by myself, I have no idea.
Mikey seems to have his eye on wresting the title of "The Gas Master" from his father. Just like Highlander, "There can be only one....."
Man, if he isn't burping, then he's farting. If he isn't farting, then he's pooping up a storm. I go through at least three diapers at every change. There's the original diaper that he pooped in, a second diaper that is shoved underneath him to catch even more poop that comes out when I clean him and then the final clean diaper.
Katie celebrated her third birthday this past week. We had a little preschool buddy get together for cupcakes and then on her actual birthday we took a trip to the zoo. She had a great time at both and loved all her gifts. Her favorite so far though are some Ariel pajamas that her Daddy picked out for her. She has worn them, no lie, for 3.5 days now. I had her relinquish them for a half day for a good washing.
I'll get around to posting the pics up on Flickr sooner or later. Stay tuned.
