Let me have a moment.

                    

I'm blogging from the iPad again. Computer screen still won't turn on, I'm sure it was Brady's doings. 

In May of 2010, when we first found out we were expecting a baby, I had dreams of a little curly-haired wild boy. I wanted stories to tell, adventures to share and hilarious moments with him...

God gave me exactly what I wanted in this family. Plus more. Like...way more...

I'm taking my anxiety out on a bag of M&M's (These are Brady's potty training treats. Or...Were.) and a really tacky bright green mommy drink I grabbed out of desperation while at the store with the babies yesterday. My body hurts. My brain hurts. God must think I'm some sort of superhero. 
Could be punishment, too. 

Yesterday began with a trip to the ER for Brady. 

Thank goodness all is well, but that was only the beginning. 

After we returned home, Brady found the dog treats and emptied them out for Lilly to eat as fast as she could. 

She was sick all night.

This morning, Brady stripped down to nothing while running around the house with a pop-tart in hand. Next thing we know, he's using the potty
everywhere but the potty.

And laughing hysterically of course.

I. Am. Tired.

I'm exhausted. 

And someone had the nerve to tell me "...just wait 'till he turns three."

I have nothing left to say other than bless your sweet souls, mama's.