Ok, so i have 4 kids, 6 months to 8 years. life is a little crazy. yesterday started out as a crazy day. I felt overwhelmed, and knew that jase was going to flag from 6-1, then had to go to work from 3-6, then had a seminar from 6:30-8. So I pretty much just looked forward to that 2 hours in the middle of the day that I got to see him and get help with things that were drowning me. Um, 1:45, phone call, "I'm in Flag, I'll be home soon".....2:45, phone call back...where are you?,...I'll be home for a second. Ok, meltdown on my end....excitment on his...ugh!
So I figured I'd keep drowning...but amazingly, things went great! The kids were great, they got things done, the baby was good, boston's messes were minimal, and I decided to do pizza since it was the last dinner before the biggest loser, and then before swimming suit season. So we all went to Mr. G's, got ice cream, then pizza, and watched planet 51 on their projector wall.
Um, but seriously, look at this baby....a

And seriously, boston pushes the limits, but I just can't discipline him for too long. Yesterday morning he wanted more shake, so I gave him some, then he wouldn't drink it, so we battled it for a good 15 minutes, then finally, for his own protection, I put him outside (he chose)...and of coarse after I saw this face....

and this face....

I went out, hugged him, told him I loved him, and told him I'd take a drink for every drink he took...of coarse I faked it and he drank the whole thing. But sometimes I forget to think like a 3 year old and we BOTH get frustrated. He's awesome!
Anyway, back to mom life.