As Long as it Doesn't Get Any Worse...

Kurt had to take a riding test this morning and so I had my first few hours with both of my children under the age of two. Ok, WAY under the age of two. I'm still not able to hop up when I'm holding Emily, so Nathan was able to do some nice "rearranging" to our game cabinet while I nursed her this morning. I had actually already started cleaning things up when the thought occurred I might should oughta snap a picture. Yep, this is partially clean compared to what I started with. He had pulled all of the movies off of the bottom shelf as well....

You can sort of see Emily sleeping on the couch in these pictures. She finally settled down and let me put her down after doing some of that "babies just cry sometimes" for twenty minutes or so. Nathan chimed in for a while as well, and eventually I joined them both. At one point Nathan tore into a big box of SkipBo cards and seeing that mess added to all the rest sort of broke me. In his still sweetness, he asked, "problem? problem?" when he saw my tears. Just reminded me of the power of intention. And I did actually watch him make this mess ~ thinking to myself "it's just a mess. it's just a mess". And that I could clean it up. He was so fascinated with all the little pieces (that he rarely gets to see or handle because usually tearing into the games is a big no no thing), and watching him was really very interesting. And I mean that sincerely. He doesn't put things in his mouth anymore, but also doesn't respond to correction without physical intervention. So I was left to just be a spectator as he spent his time in our little hands-on museum.
So this morning was a bit of our new reality with two under two. I've had a little nap and am feeling better this afternoon. I'm sure things will be alright, as long as it doesn't get any worse than what we went through this morning...

PS ~ Kurt passed his test!