I can’t blame the husband on my lack of blogging of late. If I want to blame, something I guess I need to blame the rat race called life. I have been busy with a sick William (roseola, blood work, hand foot and mouth disease, teething, reflux flare up, upper GI series, more blood work, sinus infection…take your pick), keeping the house in order for showings that sometimes never happen, attempting to entertain the boys while I contemplated building an ark during what felt like two weeks of “is-it-ever-going-to-quit raining?” rainy days, appeasing a teething Miguelito (finally getting his two year molars) and his “I-am-two-and-a-half-years-old-hear-me-scream-oh-wait-now-I-love-you-Mommy” disposition, and a “oh-let-me-guess-you-are-working-late-again-tonight” husband.

It hasn’t been all doom and gloom, though. There have been many redeeming moments. William sleeping until 5am a few times (AMEN! and will someone please tell William it is okay to sleep through the night every night), Miguelito giving me unasked for hugs and kisses while telling me in his sweet little voice “I love you, Mommy,” my husband found the dishwasher in the kitchen and figured out how to use it once or twice (it’s a start, love you, hon), a much needed visit from Sweetie, and quite possibly two of the funniest things Miguelito has ever said happened today.

Funny number one: Husband was trying to park my Escalade in a parking spot. Husband pulled in the parking place only to have to back up and straighten the car out, and while doing so Miguelito piped up from the backseat to say, “try again, Daddy.” Funny number two: Husband pulled into the garage (again, driving my Escalade) and tapped the wall of the garage with the front of the car, and Miguelito said, “Daddy, hit the wall.” Backseat drivers, hmmmpf.

(The next post will have photos, I promise.)