Comments on: Nothing good comes easy

By: Amy Q

Amy Q — Sat, 14 Mar 2009 03:23:01 +0000

That shirt is fantastic. I think it is a daycare prank…they probably had lots of little boy shirts but this was more fun!

Awesome post. Awesome you. Thanks

By: Josh

Josh — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 03:02:46 +0000

Ok, I’m not suggesting this would be a “good” idea, or a responsible idea, but it would be pretty cool if Dylan and Riley just happened to get hurt simultaneously and then you could time them to see who heals faster, like a race kind of. And since kids get hurt all the time, it just might happen, and if it does, maybe you could share photo documentation, you know, for science. Definitely not for morbid curiosity.

By: Must Be Motherhood

Must Be Motherhood — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 00:41:57 +0000

Well, the last picture proves things can’t be all that bad; that beautiful lamp in the background is still intact. :P

By: Stacy Quarty

Stacy Quarty — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 21:39:09 +0000

Yeowch! I forget how many injuries that age can bring.

By: Maria

Maria — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 21:17:42 +0000

I know what you mean and as usual relate all too well. I feel like I spend so much energy yelling at my eldest, yet how much wrong can a 3 year old really do? Most times it’s because I’m running late, or I’m having trouble juggling the two of them plus whatever life is throwing at me at that moment, and she’s not cooperating in a clear attempt to win over my attention. But whose fault is it really? Regardless, she gets my complete lack of patience and an earful of my raised voice.

I try to make sure that she and I have some quiet time together before she goes to sleep each night where we can cuddle just the two of us, and I can stress with great clarity that she is my everything. No matter how mad either of us get during the day, in those few minutes I think we both know we’re good.

By: Carrot Cake

Carrot Cake — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 20:48:57 +0000

Almost started crying reading this. As much as I love my 14-month-old, I am dangerously low on energy, patience, and sanity. I just want to crawl into a hole somewhere for a while and sleep deeply while the world carries on above me. I know it’ll get easier, but what if we want to have another child? We’ll have to do this all over again and I am not convinced that I have it in me. This is tough!!!

By: Jennifer

Jennifer — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 18:45:36 +0000

The speed at which babies heal is seriously crazy.

By: TASG

TASG — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 15:43:51 +0000

Please, please give yourself a break. Your kids will be fine and you are clearly doing a great job!!!

By: Trenches of Mommyhood

Trenches of Mommyhood — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 15:00:58 +0000

Yup. Mothering more than 1 child = someone always being shortchanged. Story of my life.

By: Shutter Bitch

Shutter Bitch — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 14:53:09 +0000

Aw, poor guy. And poor Riley. And poor SassMouth (my 5 year old) and poor Baby Pita (my 13 month old). Oh, you know what Pita is, right? Pain in the Ass?

I’ve done the snapping at the older because of the younger. I’ve answered the “why do I have to pick up the toys she got out?” and I’ve pleaded for silence, for god’ssakejuststoptalking! when the baby’s the one babbling over the weatherman’s tornado warning lists while the scary radars recycle behind him, and the older one just wanted help unbuttoning his pants to go the the potty.

I’ve also told him that he’ll get the freedom before she does, that he’ll be the one she’ll look to and it won’t always seem unfair to him. And I tell him I know, because I was the little sister and I got jealous of my big sister’s freedom.

I have felt every word you said in this post. And for the cut on his nose? Well, let’s just say that I walked into Pita’s room this morning to get her up and my heart jumped in my throat when I saw that the blinds cord trailed into her crib (it only reached because the blinds were raised, making the cord longer when I thought they were too short to be a danger) and while she was only sleeping very soundly and wasn’t even touching the cords, I thought for a second I had left her in what I thought was safety and came back to horror. Oh god. She was fine. But Oh GOD. So yes, it sucks. It is awesome. The point is that it MEANS SO MUCH and it’s impossible not to feel a little battered by the ups and down and the fears holy god the fears. Because it means so fucking much.