Today felt like I was on some kind of demented hidden camera/game show designed to find my breaking point. Everything was a battle. The day started with being covered with a massive amount of vomit, and Brendan needed a lot of suctioning today. I guess I should not have said anything about him handling the change so well. If the boys weren’t fighting, they were dumping and throwing things everywhere. I couldn’t change one’s diaper without the other doing something to cause trouble or injury. Now that Trevor can open doors with ease, he doesn’t feel the need to stay where I can see him either.
It was screaming tantrums for bath time and some kind of epic war to get fingernails trimmed.

Dumping a giant bag of blocks bought about 7 minutes of peace.

After a knock down war over who could push the wagon, Brendan finally climbed in by himself and a few more minutes of quiet occurred.

He climbed in and out several times, but sometimes it just didn’t work right.

We received a Christmas package from Pittsburgh today. Perfect timing! Both boys liked playing with the new bed sheets for Trevor’s bed.

I just spread a sheet on the couch and they thought it was pretty cool.

Trevor is taking the sheets to the wash.

Another Monday is behind us and an eventful week begins. Tomorrow we have company and then Friday we have a pulmonary appointment. January will be gone in a blink!