My trick to quieting a cranky kid so I can blog, you ask? Well I play Bron-Yr-Aur really loud. Works.
After a couple of days of sick kids, things just fall apart, including myself. The sleepless nights, the constant worrying, the messy messy messy house I'm left with just is beyond anything I can handle. But after the mountains and mountains of mess have been leveled to the more tolerable mounds I'm use to and the babies start smiling again, I know my sanity will return.
Perched and ready for trouble, trouble, trouble.
I was going to take a 20 weeks picture today, but I'm just seriously out of all my good yoga pants, my eye liner from two-ish days ago is starting to fade and Dixie Chicks just came on my playlist so I need to sit here and sway back and forth lip syncing.