6/1 - Little boy milestones....

Ben sat on the potty tonight and little, itty bitty poo ended up in the frog potty. It's very humorous really, but he was wailing like crazy because daddy slapped him on the pot when he appeared to be trying to poop. It's crazy around here where poop is concerned. Each boy judges the other as to whether or not they "took a dump" "so and so has a nuuuuuuuget". Sometimes RyRy just has a "tail". Daddy has made it a game and it's funny. What's not so funny is the diaper rash and the constipation that we continually suffer. We should have bought stock in the MiraLax company.

We are so proud of Ben for sitting on the potty, but man he wailed the whole way. Even when we rewarded with M&Ms and a Hershey bar. Holy crap he had melted chocolate all over his hand, still crying and it became sorta comical. Ryan was crying with sympathy and Gary was hurrying right out of his diaper to get M&Ms. It was so funny but yet mixed with mayhem and chaos all at once.

Before all of this, Chip went to get them up this morning and since we've changed the room into toddler beds only. I mean just toddler beds, a couple of blankets, one stuffed animal and milk cups. Somehow they managed to move the beds to the center of the room. The beds no longer have wheels on the bottom. I couldn't believe it myself.

So back to bedtime we go. Boys go to bed and screw off. Slamming the blinds open and closed because that's all there is in the room. Flipping the mattress over to the wrong side. Again, because that's all there is in the room. No dresser, no nothing. So Chip goes up when the noise level was getting elevated. What do you know...beds in smashed in the corner and 2 of 3 boys with full diapers. Now it's only been about 1 hour since they went to bed. Everyone clean, blankets and goodnight kisses.

Chip and I look at each other and wonder what the hell we're doing. It keeps us so busy it's exhausting. Throw in jobs, the girls who aren't here and one more on the way...oh MY goodness. It seems almost too much for us. We wearily eat dinner, which is usually cheese and crackers, cereal, or some frozen thing and vegetate in front of the TV. Here it is almost 10:30 and we're in bed, trying to geek out, watch TV and rest a little before we start again tomorrow. Every day is very similar to today. Sometimes they are so much worse. The whining and crying drive me crazy and hauling my pregnant self around makes it pretty unpleasant.

I still believe without a doubt that I would not change a thing. Every day is a challenge some days worse than others. I love having this family, but man. I need to vent...thank you blog for my little place in the world to talk it out of my head.