Yada Yada...

I feel like I'm still struggling to find a balance between what needs to get done around here, baby care, and giving Rosie attention. It's difficult to be spread in so many directions!

I think it's getting better though..well kind of. I've managed to keep up with the dishes and the constant onslaught of Rosie's toys. Yet at the same time I've gotten behind on the laundry and I STILL have not deep cleaned the bathroom. The bathroom, holy crap, it's getting scarier by the second.

Sometimes I think I should just give up, but living in a messy dirty house makes me psycho.

Even though people make fun of it, lists really help me...tomorrow I'm going to print out my revised chore lists and hang them on the fridge!

Baby Ada is so sweet, and yet so angry.

Her car screaming is insane and heartbreaking. Today I took the girls to Michael's (the craft store) so that Rosie could use her $20 from my Grandma to pick out some summer crafts and things. We ended up spending more than $20, shhh. The baby screamed in the car on the way there, then when we were stuck in 5 o'clock traffic on the way home, hitting every stoplight down the street, she screamed even louder. I can't stand it! It's so sad to not be able to pick her up and snuggle her. I talk to her, but it doesn't seem to help at all.

At the store Rosie picked out this wooden bird house that came with a stuffed bird. As soon as we got home she painted the bird house and she's been playing with the bird ever since. She's sleeping with the bird tonight. I have to take a picture of its house she painted, it's cute.

We had to stop at the grocery on the way home from the craft store. When we came out it was blazing hot outside. I put the girls in their seats and then sat down to start the car. The key wouldn't turn in the ignition. We were all sweaty and hungry, and THE KEY WOULD NOT TURN.

Cue frustration with screaming baby sound effects and blinding afternoon sun streaming in the windows.

This isn't the first time I've had that problem. For some reason if the wheels are at a certain angle the key doesn't turn in the ignition and if you wiggle the steering wheel just right it will unlock and the key will turn. It's not a problem with my car, it's happened in other cars too. Usually turning the wheel fixes it.

Except...for some reason it wasn't working and the baby was screaming louder and louder, and Rosie wouldn't stop telling me how hot it was. (I think it was around 90 degrees out, hotter in the car.)

Finally after 10 or 15 minutes, just when I was getting ready to go sit in the air conditioned store and cry, I got the idea to actually move the steering wheel up and down...like reposition it...and the key turned and the car started.

Shew.

I hate when things like that happen!!

This afternoon we had our very last visit with the midwife. Baby A has gained about 4 pounds in the past 6 weeks since her birth. Not too shabby! I must be making some kind of crazy high fat milk this time around.

I can't get over how fat her face is. I kiss it and squish it all the day long.

I'm pretty sure she'll be less grumpy here in the next couple of months when she can occupy herself more with a rattle or rolling over. Right now she just wants to be glued to my body, and if it weren't for the touched out feeling I get from never having a second of space I really wouldn't mind. I do enjoy her squishy rolls snuggled up against me.

I love how she's starting to get a distinct personality. She will cry hysterically if I've laid her down and tried to accomplish some small task, and then when I pick her up she stops and grins up at me. Melts my heart!

I think my load of laundry finally stopped drying. That means I have to go check on the girls in bed and then fold some clothes...the baby wakes up every 45 minutes when she's sleeping without me at night, kind of like she's on some sort of timer.