Sweet Jake and Nightmarish Night

This morning Jake was getting out of the car to go to preschool. I kept saying "I love you" and he kept ignoring me. After five or six times came the much-waited-for reply I love you, too, mom!

Yay! He heard me! Then he ran back to the car.

I forgot to give Alisa a hug and a kiss! He jumped in, gave a sweet hug and kiss to her, then went to the preschool door (yes, I do just drop him off, unlike those wonderful, much more caring mom's who take their kids inside and make sure all is well. That's just how I roll...).

When he got to the door, he turned around and blew me a kiss. I blew one back to him, smiling. Then he gave me an air hug. What a sweetie!

It almost makes up for last night. Almost, but not quite.

Alisa woke up and came in at 3. I couldn't fall asleep until almost 1 am, so it was not a welcomed wake-up. Anyway, I take her to the bathroom. As I take her back to her room, I realize her light is on. She then explains she can't find her princess. I tuck her back in, find her princess dolls, and give them to her. No, the princess skirt! Right. I find the skirt. Give it to her. No, the other one. I think it's in the dishwasher, mom! Okay, I think she means the dirty princess nightgown she wears all day long... in the dirty clothes hamper. I retrieve it. Thank you, mom! Okay, go to sleep. Jake is stirring.

40 minutes later I hear squeals coming from their room. I go in. They are partying it up! It's almost 4 am. No parties. I'm dying. I tuck them in, give them another chance. 20 minutes go by and I hear more squeals. I take Alisa and put her to bed on my floor. 20 more minutes pass. Jake wanders in (his footsteps are very loud) and starts dumping toys on the ground. Alisa's toys. His toys. I am too tired to move. Around 5, he gets his bed set up, complete with all his hoarded toys. They start chit-chatting and giggling. I am about to lose it.

Scott somehow miraculously gains consciousness. He takes Jake and his pillow and goes to bed in Jake's room. I sleep.

Baby wakes up at 6:15. I have gotten one more hour of sleep; three hours total. I warm a bottle, wake Scott up (hallelujah! She's done nursing!) and tell him to please take her until he has to leave or he can't stand it anymore. I put in earplugs and go back to sleep until 7:30, when Scott has to leave.

I am, once again, a very grouchy mama. I have a hard time functioning with out sleep. I was hoping Alisa would fall asleep on the drive home from taking Jake to preschool, but no such luck. Oh, well. Here are some pictures just for fun.

I LOVE her huge smile. She is sweet most of the time. Although today I must admit I yelled at her for saying "no" to me over and over and over. Told ya, I'm a grouchy mama today.

My blue-eyed beauties. Brookies are so clear. I love it. I hope she grows dark brown hair. She is finally, after much practice, starting to sit up, but she still won't put pressure on her legs for long. Kind of lazy, if you ask me.

Latest craft. I whipped this up on Sunday morning (church is not until 1 pm. We decided any later than that and it would no longer be the true church... ha, ha. Just kidding.) Anyhow, I made this out of two hand-me-downs (thanks, Bethi) that got too crusty to wear. It was supposed to be a skirt from a tutorial here, but ended up tight and a bit mermaid-ish, so I made it into a shirt instead. It is really cute on, if I do say so myself. I don't know why I feel so crafty lately. But there you have it.

She's knock-kneed and it is so cute!

Jake and Scott reading The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Jake LOVED it. We are now reading Stuart Little, which he likes, but not quite as much. I've never read it (or seen the movie) so I don't have any idea what will happen. It's fun to read chapter books with Jake. I love that he's old enough to like them.

After our week off of school (lots of snow) and no shaving, Scott decided to try a goatee. I like it. He likes it. But it's getting long enough to poke my nostrils when he kisses me. Ha! Still, what a hunk... don't mind the diaper bag growing out of his head. Nice.