Good Day

Today was a good day...

Despite the 5am wake up call of a rambunctious baby who wants to play when the sun hasn't even ventured out yet.

Despite the grouchiness that ensued from exhausted parents wrangling a touchy 2 year old and a baby that kept refusing naps all day.

In spite of the fact that we got zero cleaning done although we were cleaning all day.

Regardless of the butcher knife that wanted to take the tip of my thumb off.

And ignoring the screaming that made me put down the baby in defeat and walk away after 3 failed attempts at bed time.

In spite of ourselves, today was great. August loved decorating the tree with us. Every ornament was a shriek of excitement that sizzled down his body and kept him tip-toeing back and forth with new ones.He was "making Christmas" all day. Since that's how long it actually took.

My husband was home all day for a change, despite one little errand he ran for me. He said several things today that made fall for him all over again. Including but not limited to "Man it's hard to clean this house while watching these two monsters." We high fived on that one. NOW he knows! Also noteworthy was "I'm sorry you're having a hard day." Wow, this man is on a roll!

Then there's the truely magical moment that made it all come together. Phoenix was screaming upstairs after I admitted defeat and retreated to put August down like I do every night. I talked through what could be wrong while with Daddy while he played dinosaurs and fire trucks with August. He nodded and said "I don't know either." My best guess is she is over tired from 2 days of crappy naps. Then when the toys were up and it was time for me to read and sing to August before bed, Daddy slipped away mumbling "I'm going to go pick up the baby." She stopped crying at some point as I was frustratingly trying to keep August in the room for book time and negotiate him into bed. So far this isn't magical, just FYI. That part happens when I went up stairs to take her and try and get her back in the crib. Normally she's awake on his shoulder wide eyed and waiting for me to boob her. I stopped, and ducked into the bathroom in case she awoke. She was actually passed out on his shoulder and then he laid her down in the crib, patted her back and she made not a peep. MAGIC. He confidently charted unknown territory and came out triumphant. I love that man. More and more EVERY day.

That's why today was a good...great day.