Snap shots

In the past few weeks we have had some major storms. The kind where I have taken Keegan and the baby and hidden under the stairs. I am deathly afraid of storms. I will hide under the stairs at the first blowy wind.
The good thing about our house is that under the stairs is the perfect place to store things. This is where I have put out of season clothes, toys that Keegan isn't playing with, old photos, and the two pounds of Easter candy that makes him nuts.
The bad thing is that he found it during one of our recent storms.
"Momma look!" As he started to pull apart plastic eggs.
Shit.
"Chocolate!"
"Well you might as well put on your bunny ears while you're at it."
So Keegan, Maren and I sat under the stairs while the rain and the wind howled around us, and he ate old Easter candy while we wore our bunny ears.
"It's dangerous out Momma but I'm happy because I have chocolate."
This is a happy memory for me in the past month. I wanted to write it down so I remember it because I didn't have my camera. Well, who remembers their camera during a severe thunderstorm? "Quick get under the stairs! Just a minute I need my camera! We might have a great photo opportunity!" Jeez, come on.

In the past month there have been many happy moments of course, but there have been some real shit moments too, sorry, and if I could have just hidden under the stairs, you know, just set up a little cot down there and looked through all the old pictures I've packed away, it probably would have been a good idea. This is probably not what I am "supposed" to say after the birth of our beautiful daughter, but I am kind of tired of what I am "supposed" to say, but I will get to that. Maybe. I don't have a lot of time these days.
Let's talk about some happy memory snap shots. Because right now, I only have time to think in snap shots. I will get to that too. Hopefully. If I have time. No I won't, but it was a nice thought.

Happy Snap Shots:

The morning I was induced with Maren and the hospital called us to see if we were on our way and we were stuck in traffic. Who is late to their own delivery and gets a reminder call?? We do.
And during my very long shaky day, because the epidural gave me the shakes (note to self: do not become an intravenous drug user).
Will ate bugles and read Sports Illustrated, while I watched HGTV.
He was calm as a cucumber by the way.
My grandma always ate bugles at happy hour, and so I kind of felt like maybe she was there looking down on us.
And then after I delivered all I wanted to eat was salty foods and paint our bedroom ceiling brown or move to Turks and Caicos. Weird, I know.
And then three of my very best friends showed up at the hospital because they just couldn't stay away and that was like the very best gift to me that I have people that love me that much.
And Will made me take a picture of him with Beth while I was in labor. You know, just to prove he was there.
And Will has always wanted to coach and he did the very best coaching ever when I had to push and push to get our little pea of a daughter out. Even though I couldn't feel a thing, and who knows if I really pushed at all. I tell you what, they don't call them painkillers for nothing.
And the fact that Dr. Radio couldn't be found AGAIN when I was close to delivering and I threatened the nurses to call his radio show for the rest of his life with stupid questions if they didn't find him. They found him. AND he even got rid of a mole for me.
"You know, as long as you're numbed up, do you want me to get rid of this mole down here?"
"YES!"
OH WHY COULDN'T HE BE A A PLASTIC SURGEON TOO DAMMIT??? I could have had so much work done that day.

But there have been a lot of hard moments and I think I have been afraid to write them down because I don't know who reads this anymore and so if I write them and I am brutally honest, than what are people going to think of me as a mom and a person? Well screw you judgmental people out there! This blog is for me. Because that's why I started writing it in the first place back in sticksville. Stop reading it, if you have a problem with it. Go read someone else's blog.
Having another child is HARD. No one prepares you for two. I have yet to find an honest book with the title: One is a piece of cake. Two is a fucking circus. I am going to write that book by the way.
I am sorry. One was an adjustment. But TWO is fucking nuts.
And I happen to have the three year old who is not so sure he wants to share his parents with anyone. I don't think he plans to throw his new sister out with the recycling next week, but I am pretty sure it has crossed his mind.
Add to that the fact that she only started sleeping more than 2 1/2 hours at a time in the past three days, one can only imagine what that has done to the two adults in our house.
I understand why sleep deprivation is a form of torture. I do. Because about 5 days ago I would have spilled my guts about anything and everything. And I have known some pretty deep dark secrets about people in the past. Do you know that apparently my neighbor has an STD? SEE?? Look what I just did?? (Ernesto had better never get a hold of this blog.)

Anyway, Will and I have not been as nice to each other as we should have been and I think that's hard for two people who spend most of their time being pretty nice to each other and most people around them. Notice I didn't say everyone. Look, some people just piss us off.

This week Keegan had the WORST ear infection I have ever seen, his ear literally dripped green goo. Our washing machine broke two weeks ago, our garage door stopped working, and our precious baby daughter lost all the hair in the front of her head so now she looks like George Costanza from Seinfeld.

I have not even begun to talk about her acid reflux. Her fussy time from 6-10 or the fact that Keegan has decided he doesn't want a bath, dinner or to go to bed at night. Three things that used to go without a hitch.

Our world is no longer even one bit our own or normal.
I am not bitching. I am telling the straight truth people.
But I am going to end with a few positive things.
Last night Maren Vada slept through the night.
Will and I kissed good night and meant it.
I know my marriage will survive this and our kids will too.
I love saying "our kids"
I love my husband for giving me "our kids"
And Dr. Radio is still a pretty cool guy for taking off that mole.
Who DOES that????