The Million Dollar Question

At least once a day, whether I'm at Target (which I probably am), at the gym or running errands with all three boys, I am constantly stopped and asked what I like to call, the question of the year, which is "HOW DO YOU DO IT?" And no matter how many times I respond to this question, I receive great satisfaction watching the facial expression of the person who sometimes wishes they wouldn't have even asked...as I smile with pride and say "Prozac and caffeine."

Not Our Best Week

I swear a tiny and obnoxious black cloud followed Micah this week. Poor little Moo. He has endured more accidents the past three days than the entire year of his life combined. To recap a few of his injuries (names will remain anonymous to protect the innocent)...While all 26 pounds of him were being tossed into the air, a slight and very important miscalculation was made as to WHERE he was being tossed and the top of his head ended up RIGHT into the doorjam...lovely. The following day he crashed heads with his cousin leaving a bruised temple and later that SAME day Zachy and Noah (accidentally) smashed his middle finger in the closet door...and actually made it click shut. Eeek! Now his finger is purple. Um, yeah. The next day we had Linda, our babysitter. I suggested a very calm day for the boys, however, I received word that Zachy had now BIT Micah's arm, which was not only a first for him, it was just over-the-top. So here we have a bump on the head, a bruise on the temple, a purple finger and a ridiculous circular bruise on his forearm with well-defined teeth marks. OMG, he looks sooo good. So that brings us up to this morning, where a mysterious 90 degree bruise mark made an appearance on his cheek. Now he either crawled at a super fast pace into the corner of the stairs or did a handstand on the corner of his crib, looked down and fell on his face. You think that sounds impossible? I should have posted the bruise mark. What is going on with him?!?! Thank god his eczema cleared up a few days ago. Good god.