Like the night before wasn't action-packed enough with my 4-year old throwing her typical 4-year old tantrum and hitting her older sister along with a baby that did not want to be rocked let alone go to sleep. I woke up this morning looking like an after shot of a stunt man in an action movie....my nose was bleeding and not just drip drop, more like that gushing as if someone just knocked me square in the nose. But nope, there was no fights, no hits, no fists or feet in my face. Just woke up with a bloody nose. I knew within seconds this wasn't going to be it....there it was. Baby needed his diaper changed. Then the alarm went off (yes, I always happen to wake up minutes before my alarm goes off, it's so fun! Not.) and I had to get my oldest child up for school. So here I am, tissue in my nose (actually a baby wipe since I couldn't grab a tissue quick enough and wipes were the closest thing to me), changing a baby diaper, trying to make sure the younger daughter who happened to fall asleep with me wasn't kicking her baby brother off the bed in her sleep (notorious wiggle worm) and trying to shout out my oldest daughter's name to get her to wake up and get ready for school. Done.

Baby on hip, wipe in nose, 4-year old still in bed and me trying to spread cream cheese on a bagel one-handed in order to feed my 10-year old before I send her on her merry little way to school. Oh the beauty and mystique of it all.

Two hours later I realize my older daughter has an eye doctor appointment. Back to the school, get her out. But now, they are happily playing outside with their Papa and I have a nice quiet minute to enjoy my own bagel, a glass of pomegranate juice and blog. I would take a nap but I know the second my head hits the pillow one of them will come in because someone hit someone else, someone had an "accident", someone HAS to have this new toy they saw on TV, so on and so forth.

All this but it's moments like last night, where I watched my 4-year old dance in her tap and ballet class. She listens to the instructor so intently (something I wish she would do for me once in a while) and is so focused on getting each little step and kick right. Even the thought of it lightens my mood, along with watching my other one finally find something she truly enjoys as far as sports go. She started archery and it lights her up like nothing else has. She's tried soccer, ballet, tap, basketball and a couple other things. Granted, she did enjoy tennis and still does, but not half as much as she loves this. It made my (pardon me for sounding super cheesy) heart so happy to know something makes her this happy.

So that's it....that's my thoughts for today in a nutshell, aside from the monotonous errands and odds and ends that need to be done. Hopefully my certain little Mr. someone will start sleeping through the night soon so I can blog more. It feels good to let it out once in a while. Yeah, that's right, 7 months old and still not sleeping through the night. I don't want to hear anymore of this "Oh he'll sleep through the night soon" or "try rice cereal" or "make sure he naps less in the day". No no and no. He hasn't slept through the night "soon" just as everyone keeps saying. He has had rice cereal, baby oatmeal and other baby foods and nothing. I tried supplementing formula. Nothing (except spit up that stinks more). And he hardly naps, and when he does it's like little tiny cat naps. Okay, enough said. What my point is, whenever this "soon" is, whenever he will sleep through the night, maybe I can blog more. I hope everyone has a glamorous day as I did. I wouldn't change it for the world!

Carry on....