rash retreat

Yesterday’s storm (and to those of you in MA who were spared the storm – yes, there really was a storm) created a bit of a cabin fever atmosphere. I thought about bundling Caroline up to go outside with Steve when he shoveled, but the WIND was so intense that it nearly blew her over when she opened the door to “wave to daddy.” So, the house is a disaster and I am pretending not to notice. Between Connor wanting to eat all day and Caroline feeling a bit neglected because Mommy had a baby attached to her body all morning, it was a bit crazy here. Steve actually looked at me at one point and said “I cannot believe you do this twice a week.” I smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. He thought it was hard too and wow, did he just compliment me? We made turkey sandwiches. Caroline watched Up twice. The children eventually napped. Caroline painted pink hearts on her easel. We watched the white stuff fall ALL. DAY. LONG.

I’ve finally got Connor’s diaper rash on the run. The issue is that I get all Type A OCD when the kids have a rash because I develop an admittedly ridiculous rash care regimen. Steve has been spared wake ups for the last few nights because even if he adhered to my insane washcloth, blotting, double cream routine, I would not have laid eyes on the rash to evaluate its degree of intensity and without that I would fear it is not getting better and I really need to know that it is getting better. With just a bit of redness left I am happy to say that I am ready to hand the diaper reins over to someone else on a part-time basis, so long as the part time changer promises to go easy with the tush wiping. We’ve gone through so many diapers in the last couple days because Connor is literally changed all the live long day.

I’ve had a few moments in the past couple days that have warranted closing my eyes and savoring. Sitting with Connor in my arms and feeling the weight of my daughter against my shoulder makes all the insanity of adjusting to two kids so worth the trouble. I just know they will be great friends and even if Caroline uses every single stinking nursing or baby diaper change to sass, deliberately disobey, and plunk herself into time out – it is beyond worth it.


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