We're getting eaten alive!

How's your summer going?

We really are over-run with mosquitoes. But we are still managing to enjoy our summer so far. We've already been to the beach a few times (I still can't believe I live in a town with a beach), but I don't think I'll be walking to the beach again any time soon. Up a VERY steep hill, pushing the bike trailer with two boys in it is not actually my idea of a good time. Good exercise, yes. Good time, no.

Our garden is coming up nicely. Except for the pumpkins. And the lettuce has been eaten by slugs, so I'll replant that and hope the rest of the summer is a bit drier.

The Little One is developing like crazy! He has his first tooth. He has "eaten" his first food. And he is already doing the army crawl. I'm going to have trouble keeping up with this one.

Have a great weekend.

Two

I washed sheets today.
We have been cohabiting with a virus for the past week and I thought everyone needed to go to sleep tonight on a surface relatively free of contagion. It seemed as though it ought to be sunny today, so that I could throw the windows open dramatically to air out our rooms. However, one does not generally throw windows open in a dramatic fashion when it is cool and rainy. again.

The Little One is over five months old already. He is busy doing all those things a five month old should be doing. (I think. I haven't actually been checking "the book" like I did with the first one.) But it's been a tough week. Besides both boys and myself being sick. Being a mother of two has been, in the words of a wise friend, basically kicking my butt. I'm just not cutting it. My fuse is far too short and my creativity far too low. (Who was it that said something about parenting being about when you are at the end of your rope, somehow finding more rope?) I feel like I am destined to a life of keeping one child happy while the other is miserable until a timer somewhere goes "ding" and I switch. Rinse. Repeat.
I have actually had a couple of people tell me lately that the adjustment from one child to two is the hardest and that adding subsequent children is much easier. At this point I am choosing not to believe them.

Of course, it's not all bad. Both boys are sleeping now.
On clean sheets.