Milo's favorite toy.

Milo loves to kick so I went and picked up Eve's old kicking toy from storage and he loves it but he gets upset at the end when he kicks it too far away. Eve likes to play with it too.

A day in our life.

Most days having 2 kids is pretty much the same as having 1. There are times that having 2 kids can be difficult though.

Today I thought I still had some time before Milo woke up from his nap and decided to quick take a shower. I asked Eve to come tell me if Milo started crying so I would hurry and end my shower. She is usually really good at this. Today I get out of the shower and I hear him screaming. I asked Eve why she didn't tell me and she said she was being lazy and that he had been fussing since right after I got in the shower. Nice. So I quickly dry off and throw on my bathrobe and go make a bottle for Milo and then go to change him. So I have just taken Milo's diaper off when Eve comes running through the living room and trips over my yoga mat. She is bawling on the ground. She has become such a klutz these days it is ridiculous. I ask if she is ok. She cries but I am in the middle of changing Milo's diaper so there is not much I can do for her at that second. By the time I finish changing Milo and am about to go tend to Eve I realize she is standing at Milo's doorway in tears and holding her elbow. I set Milo down and try and substitute his pacifier for the bottle he really wants. Take a look at Eve and realize that her elbow is bleeding. I am now freaked out that she has a broken elbow or has massively screwed it up on the inside since it is bleeding and she fell on a yoga mat so it isn't like there was anything to make her bleed. I clean off the blood and realize it is from a small hole in her arm. By this time Milo realizes that he is sucking on his pacifier instead of his bottle and lets both of us know he is not happy about it. Eve is still bawling hysterically. I have her practice bending and unbending her arm. She seems to do it without wincing in pain although she still is crying nonstop. I now need to decided who to take care of...do I...1. comfort Eve or 2. Feed Milo? This is a hard one to decided. So I start by cuddling Eve figuring if I get a minute of really good snuggle time in she should be ok and then I will be able to reassess the arm situation on whether it deserves a call into the Dr. So as I am holding her (Milo is still crying) and ask her to explain what happened. It wasn't the fall on the yoga mat that cut her arm it was the tacks that hold the carpeting at a doorway that had stabbed her. After initial fall she was army crawling towards us and hit her elbow just perfectly on the tack. After she told me the story she stopped crying but still wanted to be held. So I picked up Milo with Eve still in my lap and somehow managed to feed him. Everyone was happy in the end but dealing with this made me wonder...How do people do this with more than 2 kids or people who have kids really close in age where both kids are needy all the time. I am in awe of those people because that is a lot to handle.

*Between the first fall and when Milo got his bottle was only about 5 minutes so it wasn't like I was neglecting him.

Cranker McCrankerpants

That shall be Milo's new name. He has taken to fighting naps during the day. Once he takes his nap he is awesome but getting him to fall asleep is a total chore. At least he still sleeps well at night.

2 months and 4 year visits.

So we took both kids to the Dr. yesterday. Eve had her 4 year appointment and got 4 shots. She did amazing at them and only cried at the end which made me get a little teary. Milo got 4 shots and one oral vaccine. So we had 2 kids and 8 shots. They both were pretty good last night and we promised to take Eve to build-a-bear today as a special present for being so good during her shots. I happen to have $20 in free coupons for there so it was the perfect way to bribe her. Milo is bigger than Eve was at a year. At a year Eve was 13lbs 3oz and 23.5 inches.

Milo
Weight: 13lbs 3oz
Height 25 inches

Eve
Weight: 31.6 lbs
Height: 39 inches

Singing

Last weekend when we were at Adam's parents house they wanted to know if Eve wanted to sleep with them. She didn't want to while I don't blame her because she isn't super close with them this coming from a kid who always finds ways to scam her way into our bed or into my parent's bed ALL.THE.TIME. I knew it kind of hurt their feelings and since I am trying to help her become closer to them I struck a deal with her that if she slept with them this one time I would let her spend the night in our bed when we got home for one night. She agreed as long as I also sang her our song. Not a big deal right? Well I go to put her down and Adam's parent's bed and my mother-in-law laid with her. So Eve is like sing my song now mom. So I had to sing the song in front of my mother-in-law. I have a TERRIBLE singing voice but I did it even though I was super embarrassed and she spent the night with them and all were happy.

So here is our song sung by the person who should sing it to her every night because I am going to make her tone def with my singing.

4th of July weekend.

2 months!

What happens when you wait until 8:00pm to take pictures of your son?

He gets tuckered out after 2 pictures.

Milo's sleep.

To answer WinsyWade's question of how we get Milo to sleep at 8:30pm.

Honestly he has been a decent sleeper since the day we brought him home. When we first brought him home he would only cry when he was hungry. Well now the only time he really cries now is when he is tired. Every night for the last 2 weeks he has been getting fussy around 8ish and after being changed and feed just keeps fussing. That is his cue that he is tired. We swaddle the crap out of him in the miracle blanket and he immediately calms down. We lay him in his pack-n-play and he chills out and falls asleep within 15 minutes.

He has been getting better and better at sleeping at night and sleeps from about 8:00pm-5:ooam consistently. I personally would prefer if he stayed up just a touch later so that I could sleep in a little longer but am very thankful for the sleep I am getting so I won't push my luck and enjoy the down time I get with Adam while the kids are sleeping.

So to answer your question Winsy it is all him. He likes to sleep and he likes to eat. He is the total opposite of what Eve was as a baby.

I moved on.

I cancelled my appointment although I fibbed a little to do so. I said I was going out of town which is true and said I would reschedule when I returned which is not true. I then thought I had found the perfect sounding place for physical therapy until I called and they no longer take my insurance. I went back to my insurance website and after I discarded the physical therapists from that clinic they only had 9 possible choices within 25 miles of where I live. I live in a big city and have a big name insurance carrier so this kind of threw me for a loop. So I chose one at random and I feel good about it. She is in between my house and work so it is convenient from either place, she has late night appointments, and when I described my pain the receptionist said she specializes in that area as she used to work with pregnant patients. The only downside is I have to wait until July 15th at 7:30 pm to go there. I am excited though.

Why is breaking up so hard to do?

So like I said I have been having some serious lower back pain/pelvic pain since Milo has been born. I decided to go to the chiropractor about it. He is a nice guy but I am just not feeling much relief and honestly I feel like I am now in pain in places where there wasn't really pain before. Like for instance he was pulling on my head to realign my neck and since then my ears feel like they do when you go on an airplane and my jaw hurts. Then last time I went he was pulling on my leg to try and realign my hip and my ankle cracked and it hurt to walk for the rest of the night. I would like to stop going but I am not sure how to break off the appointments. I am also having some issues from my past that is making this difficult.

When I was 20 I was in a pretty bad car accident. I got t-boned and was having some lower back pain and jaw pain. The pain was mostly when I sat down for too long and although painful it wasn't debilitating either. I simply wanted to live a life where there was no pain. I decided to go see a pain management Dr. He made me come to see him every other day including weekends. He put me on some heavy narcotics and did some types of therapy. None of the narcotics seemed to help. He kept changing my prescription to different types of meds and nothing helped with the pain. Honestly looking back I can't even remember what exactly he did for therapy because all I can remember is that with all the drugs I was on was I could not lead a normal life. I was going to him for about 2 months with my parents paying his ridiculously expensive bills that insurance would only partly cover and me having to pay $20 co-pays 4 times a week(I was a broke college kid at the time.) Well one weekend I was watching TV and I was going to get ready for bed and I literally couldn't get myself out of the chair. It took about 30 minutes of me trying to get my body to do what my brain was telling it. This would happen to me often and it was making me feel overwhelmed so he prescribed me some anti-anxiety meds. So I thought I was doing better until one day I missed a dose of my medicine and went through withdrawal just like a junkie. It was awful. I realized my body had become addicted to these drugs and that was something I didn't like. I decided to start lowering my own dosage over the next week in hopes of getting off them even though the Dr. said it was important that I take them. Many times I spent hours on the bathroom floor trying to recover. One one of these days my parents were home and as I lay on the floor huddled in the fetal position my mom was in there talking to me and suddenly I just laid out everything I was feeling. I wasn't feeling better, the drugs were making me feel like I couldn't handle my life, and overall I was just stressed. She called my Dr. and explained what was happening and his response was that I needed to get a higher dose of drugs and come in immediately to see him. My mom explained to him that the drugs were making me worse and he started yelling at her. My mom explained that his services were no longer needed and he became irate with her. I could hear him yelling at her through the phone. She hung up on him and after a weekend of hell I was off the drugs and feeling like a normal person again. I still had back pain so at the referral of my regular Dr. went and saw a physical therapist and healed up real nice. Crazy ass Dr. lost his licence shortly after I stopped seeing him because he treat other patients even worse than me. So I have Dr. issues and I kind of feel like going to the chiropractor has a lot of similarities to seeing Dr. Crazy.

1. I am not feeling any better and when I do feel a little relief it is short lived.
2. I am going to see him at least twice a week at $35 a pop. That is $70 a week, $140 every two weeks, $280 a month. That is a lot of money to me especially when I am still in pain. I think about all the nice things I could do with $280 a month and it sickens me.
3. My pain is in one very specific spot and it seems to be the spot that he spends the least amount of time working on. He does all of my lower back but it is specifically just to the left of my tailbone very deep in the joint that hurts.

So I want to stop seeing him and perhaps go to physical therapy instead. It is a really small office with just his wife as the receptionist and him. (another similarity to Dr. Crazy) and I feel bad because they are nice people and I know he feels like chiropractors don't get the credit they deserve and that he really wants to help me but it just isn't working out for me. I know I just need to call and cancel my appointment but I am having a hard time with it.