Wow was it a long day. Tempers, tears and tantrums!! To be fair, both boys have bruises and bumps on their legs from shots. Brendan has had an elevated heart rate and has been a bit flushed and sweaty. They both just were so sensitive to every little thing!

Brendan actually had speech therapy today and did phenomenally well which is a huge surprise given the mood he was in the rest of the day. He has PT tomorrow morning because Thursday got cancelled.

I had big plans for pictures today but it was an epic, epic fail!
The goal was to put the boys in cute onesies and then have them do some fingerpainting so that they got all covered in colors to make it even cuter.

First, they were just not interested in getting their pictures taken in onesies.

(this about sums up the day!)

Then, I hung up a sheet in the bathtub to cover the wall thinking that it would be my backdrop. They could go crazy with paint and the pictures would be cute and nobody would know it was in the tub, cleanup would be easy.
I never expected what happened. Trevor was TERRIFIED of the sheet in the tub. He trembled and clung to me and screamed if I went near it.
I tried to distract him with fingerpainting and he just wasn’t buying it. He was watching that sheet and trying to get out of the bathroom. I just didn’t get it.
So I took it down and let Trevor finish fingerpainting. He loved it! At that point, I didn’t even bother bringing in Brendan. He was still upset about getting dressed.

Trevor finished his bathtub masterpiece.

It would have been so cute to get the portrait with all the colors. (washable paint came right out of the onesie)

“Nice try, Mom. Nice, try.”

I will have to try again when they are feeling better.

The day was just mean to me. I got both boys down for a nap and was able to take a nice long hot shower. (Never take for granted a nice shower!). I was all clean and dressed and decided that I was actually going to take a nap.
I got a blanket, lay on the couch and said to Bill, “if you hear the boys and I don’t get up, holler at me”. I put my head down. At that point a shrill squeal/screech cut through the calm like something had dropped from the sky and bit Trevor on the nose.
It was like the couch/head contact was the Trevor activation button. 45 minute nap!!!

Tomorrow will be super busy! No photo shenanigans planned.