Hysteria, Clawing and Blowing some Bubbles.

A three year old, a one year old and a seven month old. What the hell sort of day can a woman like I possibly have? Laughter rolls around in my head as I think of this question. My day is a crazy day... a day full of miscellaneous anxiety attacks and laughter breakouts! Sometimes I will look at the clock and 5 minutes has slowly crept by and sometimes it has been a good 2 hours. Most days are full of trying to bring Moose down from his hysteria. That poor child ended up inheriting his mothers flair for the dramatics. "Moose! Time out till you settle down!" (This is where a certain 3 year old will start crying, screeching and ultimately throw himself into the walls on the way to his room). Then there is the clawing which of course comes from the angelic faced Monkey. This little blonde ball of mean will claw anything he can get his little shark nails on... worst one being the back of the ear. What am I gonna do though? For real? He is so cute and kissable that all I can do is kiss him and try to do a scolding. Fail for mommy.

Bubbles. Neither of the boys ever blew bubbles. Neither of the boys ever spit or talked a blue streak at 7 months. Thats where the Princess Foo comes in. She giggles and makes incredible faces and blows bubbles and actually spits! She is our little mini firecracker, and I am sad to say, more than likely going to be the bully of the three.

Every night I go to bed excited for a little break, but sad that another day has passed. I love my children and hope one day they will all know how much I enjoy them, even when they are little monsters :)