Not so much, but so much

Not too much going on here lately, but on the same hand there's so much happening. Everyday life in itself has enough happenings to keep us going for a long, long time. I spent 3 days in Orlando 2 weeks ago and of course Tyler got sick. I'm pretty sure that when one of our planes is taking off it sends a radar signal to one of our kids immune systems to shut it down a bit. So Tyler had as horrible cough (which by the way he really never gets coughs) and ended up having some crackling in his lungs and getting albuterol and an antibiotic. But the good part is other than a cough he acted like nothing was wrong. Thank God. But it never fails. Tyler went in to bed with Dave at 4am one morning and that actually has never happened. So, I sat in Florida worried about my baby. I have all the confidence in the world that Dave can 100% take care of them, but Moms worry when they're not there.

I always say that I want to sit and write about chaos. The everyday chaos that happens here. But it's not just that it happens here, it happens for every parent in every house (or I sure as heck hope it does!). For example, I went in to give Tyler a kiss at 11:30 last night and he was soaking wet because he peed the bed (weird because he's been really good at night for the past few months). So, I woke him up to change his PJ's and he cried in bed, I had to change his sheets and he wanted to get dressed himself, then he wanted me to do it, back to him, no he had to pick out the new underwear, no now I had to do it and so on. After 20 minutes we were settled again and back to bed. This morning, he woke up and went straight to the bathroom and just sat in there. I was downstairs with Zac who was insisting Dada get him out of his crib, then crying at the front door for a few minutes and then deciding that I was good enough for the moment. Tyler still crying in the bathroom, saying he doesn't have a best friend (what??), and when I'd go to get him Zac would cry at run after me.

Long story short, I ended up carrying them both downstairs at once. So, I held Tyler around my waist, then Zac got on Tyler's back (yes, picture it) and we happily went downstairs, I dumped them on the chair only for them both to go back to Stage 1 stations (they never just sit together and cry which would be easier, but they divide and conquer) and we repeat the process again of me carrying them downstairs from the bathroom pyramid style while we talked about how this probably isn't the best idea and Tyler reminded me it's not the safest thing we're doing while I'm walking down the steps, but we made it. Thankfully I'm confident in my ninja skills.

This is not a typical morning. These types of mornings happen every once in a while and I remember that. But, writing about it brings out the funny in it for me. Like if someone could see me carrying a 65ish pound pyramid of kids around they'd think I was crazy. At times I might be. This ridiculousness of life, the ins and outs of our "normal" days are what I cherish and sometimes dread the most if that makes sense? Either way, Van Gough didn't paint dumpsters, so I won't either. After that brief service interruption I'll move on to my happy place of life is good and I wouldn't trade anything in the world to be somewhere different, here's the pictures to prove it :)

Alex and Sydney at their talent show shaking their stuff with Miley. Makes my heart happy :)