Life with two

BIG SIGH... Life with two has been a roller-coaster. We have had good times and bad. Life with with two is a challenge but when the oldest is the definition of terrible twos it is even harder. I have often called my mom just to tell her how crazy my day has been. Take for instance...
It was a rough day, I was working on a project and Ariah was demanding attention with whining, crying, screaming. Finally I had had enough and put her in her room for a nap. I knew it was a little early for a nap but I just needed some time alone. I could hear her playing so I went to work on my project hoping she would just lay down when she was done playing.
20 minutes later.. I smell something... Her room is directly above where I am working so if I can smell it on a whole other floor you know things are bad. I climb the stairs and the smell gets stonger, my eyes start to water and my air passages start to open... menthol! I open her door to find her in her bed covered in Vicks vapor rub. Pajamas, sheets, wall, bedframe... even more in her hair and on her face. "Are you kidding me?!" "mom I washing with my bubbles!" (insert laugh/crying attack(which was ever so clear thanks to the scent in the room)) I strip off her pajamas and send her to the bathroom. Before I can get there she has wiped her slimy little hands all over the toilet seat and the tub. Groan.... SO I get her settled in the tub, call mom for some moral support (mom: "did you take any pictures?" thanks for the moral support) and start to clean up the mess. Luckily this whole time Farrah was asleep and probably breathing more clear than she ever has in her life...

Landon comes home I and ditch him with the kids for a much needed shower. Before I undress I start up the water so it will be nice and warm when I get in. I hear the water flowing up to the shower head and am startled when it starts to spray me in the face, outside the tub! Somehow that dang nozzle was turned to the bathroom after I get over my shock I turn off the water to survey the damage. The bathroom is soaked along with my fully clothed self....

After my shower I gather up enough courage to make it through the day and trudge down the stairs. Landon thankfully has made dinner and all seems to go well when... Whats that juicy squirty noise? Thats right, baby made a large order of poop soup which miraculusly hardly landed in her diaper, instead it strategically jumped around her diaper and settled on her white pajamas... Landon knew better than to ask, he took her straight up to the bathroom and took care of the mess (never mind that I still had to scrub out the poop)
All and all life with two is very entertaining. It keeps me busy. There is never a boring day, although some times I just wish there would be.