Lucy was the easiest toddler in the world. Not the easiest baby, and fairly sassy as a six year old. But she had a good four years when she was just perfect.
Emma was a perfect baby and absolutely killed me as a toddler. She STILL hasn’t stopped running around destroying things.
Spencer was my hardest baby and, as a toddler, is making Emma look like a cakewalk.
I just finished shampooing my floor (yes, first thing in the morning) because he figured out how to take off his clothes and diaper. My wake up call was Emma calling for me to tell me what had happened.
Are you seeing a trend here?
On the bright side, Matt just called and said that he has inspections at the base today and so today and tomorrow are going to be 12 hour days. He won’t be home until after 8 pm, which means we have to cancel our dinner plans (Sorry Sunshine!)
But there REALLY is a bright side, even though I’m sad I won’t really get to see him until Monday, I have two “glare free” evenings to scrap… provided I’m not locked in a padded room for selling my children.