It's been my motto for the week. What I've had to tell myself over and over in my head when...Ross refuses to lay still for diaper changes...when Bridget insists on washing her hands all by herself 10 times in an hour...when Ross can only fuss and whine to tell us what he wants...when Bridget pulled down not just one, but 2, curtains and curtain rods from the wall...when she ran and jumped on her bed without paying attention to what she was doing and kicked Ross in the face-that one was a hard one to stay patient for. And I failed, miserably.
An (almost) 1 year old and a 3 year old. I think we're approaching one of the more difficult stages of raising two babies. I'm sure this has just been a rough couple of days and next week I'll forget all about how overwhelmed I'm feeling right now. It's the kind of week where simple tasks like emptying the dishwasher is a carefully planned task because there just isn't time to do it. Plus, I've been a little preoccupied trying to figure out some new things I want to learn to do with my pictures. It's not coming easy to me and I hate that! And since I've been spending my free time trying to figure it out, guess what's piling up...the laundry, the toys, the clutter. It's not pretty around here.
Thanks goodness there are still plenty of sweet moments to keep me afloat on weeks like this.
See what I mean...
They are so sweet even when they are testing every last bit of my patience!




























































