Battle of Wills

I finally see that Porter is my child. For those of you who don't know, I have a temper. When I was little I would throw temper tantrums and kick the wall and would have to be locked in my room. Well, my nine month old is following suit. Oh help us all. Up until now, he was a power sleeper and overall a very sweet boy. But man has his temper taken over. When he gets his way, he is perfectly content and relaxed as the picture to the left shows. For two nights straight I have put him to bed and he has cried for almost an hour at the top of his lungs as if someone is beating him. I am worried my neighbors are going to call. As you can see in this picture, I won the battle last night. After a long cry, my little boy finally gave in. However, I can't say little, at his checkup, he measured in at 31.5 inches (that is above the 98 percentile!) His weight is only 21 pounds. Which brings me to my other problem. He has decided not to eat. Everything I feed him is spit back onto me or fed to the dog. For any experienced mothers out there, I am open to any ideas about either of the two above problems. However, cross your fingers because Tom just put him down and he is out. Maybe this is only a phase. . .

What A Day!

Well what a day this has been! It started off with babysitting my twin 18 month old cousins Joshua and Mackay. Wow, three kids under two years, need I say more? But I will. With Porter at my side, I bathed the twins in my mom's bathtub. Things were going quite smoothly, and the great thing about twins is that most of the time they entertain each other, but unfortunately, one of them decided to poo, a lot! I pulled them both out of the tub, which turned out to be a big mistake, so that I could clean the tub. Well, someone decided that they needed to pee while I was cleaning. At this point, Porter decided he wanted attention and began to cry. I finally got them back in the tub and finished getting them ready. We headed downstairs and on the way, Mackay decided to hit Joshua which gave him a nosebleed. The horrible thing about twins is that although they can entertain each other better than anyone else, they can also fight worse than anyone else. After dealing with the array of bodily fluids, I went to check on Miko, and this is what I found:

The picture doesn't quite do it justice, but this did not resemble my dog at all. Her nose was swollen and her eyes were slits (back to her oriental roots, I guess) (For those of you who went to Junior High with me, it resembled Whitney when she had that allergic reaction to the face lotion)Her behind was also swollen. I rushed her to the vet and they informed me that she had been stung by a bee. They gave her two shots and sent me on my way. But not without giving me the bill. This turned out not to be just any bee sting, it was actually an $80 bee sting. After that crisis, Miko and I headed back to the babysitting job. Now realize these boys have been without their mom for five days and they have had it. Sadly, they decided to take out their sadness on Porter, by shoving his face into the carpet and stealing his toys. Although he was a little confused, it didn't seem to phase him too much. My little boy is such a cheese. And check out his nerdy hat, I love it!

With a couple of other bumps along the way, we finally made it through this horrible day. Miko is doing much better and should be back to normal by tomorrow, the twins were picked up by their mother this evening, and Tom is finally home from work and school and I am signing out. Shout out to my aunt Jenny who is the mother of the twins and three other kids. I don't know how she does it and I can only pray that I will not have twins.