This having two kids thing is getting harder. I don't just have a second child but, broken down, I have a baby to nurse every 3 hours during the day, diapers to change, a crying baby to soothe (the hardeset part in my opinion), laundry to clean, clothes to buy and this is the "easy" stage (He's not eating table food yet.) SOOOOO... this is all to say that I haven't been blogging much. LL, how do you do it, girlfriend?! (She has 4 little 'uns, by the way.)











So, earlier this month, on a fabulously beautiful and breezy Sunday morning, Mark and I were able to meet up with a dear friend who was my Maid of Honor and a newly wed herself (blonde gal next to me). Of course her husband was with her (guy in the white shirt) and we have become friends with her friends (blonde on the end; husband was at home, sick) and family (her brother to the right of me and his wife).









Now, keep in mind that the only child in this picture is OURS. That's because we are the only couple in this group with children! (The friend on the left is pregnant.) (Sorry for all of the parenthesis today.) (I'm really feeling the parenthesis today.)









I am SOOO thankful that God was looking out for me that day because Hunter did not need to be spanked, nor did he need to be taken aside to have a discussion about obeying, nor did he need to have any consequences for disobeying. He actually was having quite the charming day- overly excited about boats and airplanes and repeatedly telling everyone when he saw one.



That reminds me- we ate lunch at a very nice restaurant (especially nice for us who don't get out much in this stage of life) a few hundred feet south of Reagan National Airport on the Potomac River.








Hunter kept somehow scooting his chair over to D's chair (see above photo). I kept pulling him back but that chair just kept scooching over! I couldn't keep him away from her.



On our way out, I showed Hunter a "helicopter", the seed that spins when you throw it up in the air which started him on a seed-throwing spree. I'm pretty sure that's what he's doing in the first picture. (Kyle, you are great with kids, by the way.)

It was a fabulous time of seeing friends and our dear friend, T.



Oh, and I almost forgot to mention the other sleeping guest.

That's what my almost 3 year old said just moments ago. I finally had inspiration to blog!



Yesterday morning started early (again) but this time it started with Hunter crying from his room. He had made a very large production in his pull-up and was very upset. I figured he was really upset and knew I would be upset with him. However, I felt bad that he was so upset. I proceeded to remove his pull-up and jammies but when I took off the top, there was gunk at the top. I was quite perplexed. When I asked Hunter how poop got up there, all he could say was poo poo came out. Poor guy.



I sat him in the floor to draw a bath because he was so dirty after his incident and that's when I realized what had happened. He vomited and that's what was on his shirt. My poor guy! Therefore, yesterday was spent cuddling and comforting while Hunter was sick and throwing up.



You can see why I was thrilled to hear my sweetness running around the kitchen saying, "I'm fast! I'm Lightning McQueen!" It was like music to my ears.



Although I it broke my heart that he was sick yesterday, I did enjoy snuggling, rubbing, hugging and just loving on my big guy. Plus, there was absolutely NO disciplining yesterday. Mark felt bad for me that I had a rough day. I had to tell him it was quite the contrary with Hunter. Colten, on the other hand, was a lot of work.



Today, it's back to work in pre-schooler training. Ugh...



PS: Here's an updated picture of Colten. I have hardly taken any pictures of him. Poor second child. Plus, right now he has a bad case of baby acne, so I haven't been taken any pictures.