Sleep Deprived

Sleep? What the heck is that again? I can't seem to remember. It's a sad day when both children are awake and ready to go before Tom leaves for work at 6:30am.

Maximilian is in full teething mode, I think. He has been sleeping worse than a newborn, waking up screaming many times during the night The only thing that seems to comfort him is being in bed with my arms around him. Yes, it's sweet and I'm sure it's a Kodak moment from the outside. Inside I'm swearing and cussing as I'm being hit and kicked every two seconds. Max is a mover in his sleep, he likes to scrape and hit my face while kicking me in the gut. It's plenty fun, can't you tell? Hopefully we will have break through of teeth soon and things will settle down. Maybe if I keep writing that and telling myself then it will be true!

Yesterday I took both kids to the store. Max was in the front and Noelle walked with me and slowly helped push the cart. Everything at her level in the aisle were up for grabs and I kept hearing "I really love this (being something random like rice)Mommy, can we please get some?". I would ask her what it is and she would respond usually with, "I don't know but if we buy it I can try it." Very logically but sorry I'm not going to buy a 50lb. bag of rice or weird condiments. She did con me into a new giant Thomas The Tank Engine coloring book and more crayons. I'm a sucker for the "I be a good girl for this Mommy".
It was Max's first time sitting in the front. I didn't hear a peep from him the whole time. He wrapped his little arm around a ball I bought for him and watched every thing go by. If only I had silence like that from Noelle. Oh, I remember those days of yore, where a her voice had not been found! I better cherish the time where Max cannot talk back, demand, or con me into things.

Saturday we are finally getting some pictures of the kids done. I hope both are in good spirits and we get some more sleep. Today, Max suffered a fall out with a giant crayon coin bank, hopefully the face wound is healed by Saturday. If he only stayed still and some fear of edges and corners things would be fine. I'm not used to this bully boy, or as Noelle calls him "Mr. Ruffian."