I had every intention of taking a nice photo for Cute Baby Saturday. The problem was that today was one of those day. You know, those days--the kind of day where everyone is cranky and argumentative and just plain exhausting.
It started off innocent enough. The boys went outside to play in the sand. They were having a good time together and playing nicely for the most part. Then I had the nerve to bring out two buckets, one red and one yellow, for them to dump sand. I have no idea what I could have possibly been thinking, because you know they both wanted the yellow bucket and NO they didn't want to share with each other. Good grief. Cue lots of arguing, shoving, and screaming at each other. Sigh.
Then, when it was time to come in, they both had meltdowns of epic...I mean EPIC proportions. (Interesting thing about my guys. They feed off of each other. When one gets worked up over something, it tends to make the other ratchet his emotions to meet the other's intensity.)
Quiet time couldn't get here fast enough, I tell you that.
I got them settled in bed and all was calm. Jason fell asleep (hallelujah). Shawn was awake but winding down quickly. I went into the living room to recover from the morning.
That's when I heard the unmistakable sound of a head hitting the ground. I jumped up and headed for their room to find Shawn on the ground, holding his head. He started to scream just as I entered. I scooped him up to comfort him and found a golf ball sized lump on the back of his head. Poor guy.
He wanted to go to sleep of course (hello...concussion? You're not supposed to sleep after hitting your head like that!), which after keeping him up a bit I finally let him do. I ended up checking on him every fifteen minutes or so to make sure he was okay.
Shawn's crying woke up Jack from his nap early. (Interestingly, Jason slept like a baby the whole time.) He was not a happy camper about the rude awakening and made sure he showed me his disapproval at every chance.
The big boys ended up sleeping for around an hour and a half. Sadly, my hopes for the sweet version of my children to appear after quiet time were quickly dashed. We ended up battling it out for the rest of the evening. I was so, so glad when bedtime finally rolled around.
Fun times, if I do say so myself.
Ahem.
So there you have it. Thankfully my amazing little angels usually have more good moments than bad on any given day. There are the occasions like today, however, when they give us a healthy reminder of how good we have it on the good days!
Oh, and needless to say, the cute photo op just didn't happen.
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