More chores for Trevor today! You just might have to start calling him Trevorella, although I have not heard any singing mice around. We had to clean up Gramma’s House and get it ready for company.
He washed windows!

Vacuumed!

He also stripped beds and washed the sheets. After pretending to nap for a while, we went outside and Trevor got soaked helping to clean up a box of sand toys and hose down the patio.
Good thing he had a new pair of lounge pants to change in to! Due to a big tear, I cut the legs off of Bill’s favorite lounge pants and made them in to shorts for him. I used the bottom of the legs to make a pair of matching pants for Trevor! 🙂

Brendan instigating

Twin business

I was hoping to catch both boys “flying”. They each have their own unique style. Trevor wouldn’t do it tonight though. I love Brendan’s enthusiasm.

I don’t have much for today. Brendan made us all proud by wearing his trach capped for a while this morning while he ran around outside wireless, but then he wore his PMV right up until bedtime. It is good to see him doing better again.

Trevor always loves his bath

Brendan demonstrating how much he hates to get his teeth brushed.

A pretty average day descended in to evening madness. The morning was good. The boys jeeped all around, it is one of the few things that they do together that rarely causes fighting and crying. Brendan loves to be driven around by Trevor, and he was wireless today!

We retired a big part of baby life today. Portable baby jail is gone. Trevor helped me hose it all down and take pictures. They were only on craigslist for a few hours before someone came to pick them up!

I got done a ton of sewing during naptime. Seven Brendan onesies are all done, just waiting for the new snap press to arrive so he can wear them.

This evening, it seemed like every little thing just set off raging temper tantrums. So much screaming, fighting, resisting, running away, throwing toys.. it was never ending.
We tried to let them outside and they somehow both ended up walking through a fresh pile of soupy dog crap – the only pile in the whole yard.
We got through dinner with Trevor wailing about how he wanted to drink a beer.
We got through bathtime with a slip and bonk on the head which led to even more crying. Brendan will have a nice bruise on his forehead.
We got through trach care with Trevor racing around with the corn popper and smashing it in to walls and gates and furniture.
I am grateful that we got through. Everyone is healthy and I just have to remember that bedtime eventually comes.
I am too mentally exhausted to post anything cute for April Fool’s Day. The joke was on me today!