Okay, really it has been like this

Wake up, change the babies, feed the babies; Medicate everyone, use the nose bulb, everyone goes back to bed. Repeat.

Mikey of course has bursts of random strangely directed energy: MOM! I have GOT to bring this potty upstairs!"
"No, Mikey. All of the potties can't be upstairs."
"WHY?!"

"MOM! I have got to feed Cleo!"
"MOM! I have got to pee outside in the yard!"
"Break it, Tommy. Throw it on the ground." This is a small porcelain plant mister. I still have not been on the porch to see what came of it.

Tommy pooped in the potty but got it EVERYWHERE, then asked me for a diaper. He put a hard candy in Tatya's mouth, but I was right there...scooped it out with my finger CPR training style.

Still have not spoken with Rosie! Miss and Love U!

Updates just a little

Observations:

1. Judging by the high number of prostate and ED advertising, not to mention the scooter and life insurance adds, I am sure my DH and I are watching the "old people" news. 

2.  Who would have imagined celebrations including gifts for sleeping through the night without wetting the bed?  This applies to my 3 year old, not the "old people."

3. I am quite pleased to be in touch with my first cousin Shell via Facebook.

4. Also excited that Courtney and I have similarly found a way to update one another about our lives: BLOGS.

5. My milk is disappearing and Tatya still has not taken a bottle.  She just went straight to the sissy cup.




6.  Most of all, though, I MISS ROSIE.