It's been a trying day. Dave has the sore throat junk that Noah and I had last week. Knowing how bad I felt during that time, we are leaving him be as much as possible so that he can rest. Noah napped early and woke up in a WRETCHED mood. He was non-stop whiny for almost 2 hours. I decided to take the kids out of Dave's hair for awhile and we went shopping. I managed to get the groceries with only a few minor tantrums from Noah.
Dave had high hopes of playing with Noah outside to expel some of this deviant energy...however it is now raining. Good luck to the people watching him tonight during lifegroup. Dave and I are ready for the break.
Although I say it's been a trying day, I am realizing that I am adjusting to having two children. God has really upped my patience level. 4 months ago, I would be ready to sit in a corner in the fetal position rocking back and forth crying. Now, I feel that I can still go on with my day and realize that it's not the end of the world. "He's 2" "She's a newborn" are my mantras these days. This too shall pass, quicker even than I am ready. I know that when I look back on the time that has passed too quickly, I won't remember the tantrums....but all the good times that went speeding by.