So I've had this post in my head since mid morning Monday and I just haven't had a chance to sit down and type it.
Wow was Monday a rough day. There is that saying that people say all the time, "she must have a case of the Monday's" I've never really understood it. It's just a day, yeah you might be a little more tired because it's the first day back to work after the weekend, and you might be a little crabby but still, it never really seems much different from any other day of the week. You don't hear people going around saying, "oh she must have a case of the Thursday's," that just sounds silly.
But seriously, my boys had a case of the Mondays. It all started about 6:45 am when daddy left for work. Barret started crying and Levi was already awake. After Barret got over it realizing that Daddy leaves every morning and comes back every evening he was fine. Caroline showed up and she was a bit sleepy already too. After we put her down for a nap I looked at Barret and asked him if he was ready for a nap too. He said no, of course. Levi was just having an all around bad day. He wasn't satisfied eating he wasn't satisfied sleeping, he just wanted to cry and let it out. I don't know if he was shouting about something in particular but eventually he wore out and fell asleep. Barret was the same, he wasn't happy playing, he wasn't happy eating, the 'doggie' was always in his way, he wanted to be held every second. I was going crazy and it was only 8am. Barret finally went down for a nap about 9am at which I had no peace because Levi woke up screaming. I nursed him and rocked him and played music for him. There was no pleasing the kid. Around 10 when Caroline woke up I was pleased to get a smile from her. She was literally my saving grace. Such a happy little camper amidst crabby little men. At lunch time I made Mac n Cheese, knowing that it was Barret's favorite and hoping that he would want to all of a sudden start talking and tell me how much he appreciated that I remembered what his favorite meal was and that would make everything better. Of course that only happens in my dreams and this meal was unlike any other that I have ever seen. I scooped Barret up and plopped him in his seat, served him his lunch plate and sat down beside him with my own (we eat the same thing because otherwise he just wants what I have on my plate). Well, as soon as he saw the plate he began to scream. I told him that it wasn't that hot and we could blow on it. So I picked up his plate and I blew on the macaroni to cool it down (it wasn't hot enough to scream about) and then put some on his fork and blew on that too. He didn't even have the fork to his lips before glass shattering screams ensued. I had no idea what was wrong. I offered something different, I gave him a drink, I got him out of his chair and he just wanted back up. I offered him my macaroni, I sat him in my lap, I got him out of his chair, and again he wanted back up. No joke this boy had tears dripping off of his cheeks and snot dripping off of his chin. I wanted to yell and scream and stomp around the kitchen, but I didn't. I couldn't get him to stop. This went on for a half an hour, and all about a simple plate of mac-n-cheese and yogurt! Finally I just picked him up and took him out into the living room. I sat him down on the couch and I gave him his bear and I said, "Barret, we don't act like this, if you want something you need to tell me with your words. I can't help you when you are screaming like this." And of course you know he understood every last word that came out of my mouth :) Right, he was still crying but it wasn't that ear piercing cry any more it was more of a rhythmic drum beat with loud and long wails but spaced very appropriately so he could sniff up his snot and smear it all of his face. I don't know what made him stop crying, but once he stopped I gave a long sigh of relief that's for sure. In the meantime Caroline was such a peaceful little soul and didn't wake up from her nap. I was shocked. Of course it was then Levi's turn to go crazy, and crazy he did go. That boy has a mind of his own and I really don't understand him. One day he loves to nurse and does it well and loves to smile and just is such a great little guy going with the flow and all, and the next he is screaming after every minute of nursing, frowning, screaming, and nothing makes him smile. This was the next day for sure. By the time Daddy got home Mama was ready to go on a vacation all by herself. It had been a long, long, looooooong day. We ate dinner really quick and then headed to the pool. Of course if you know me you know that the pool makes everything better; and it did. We enjoyed watching our little water bug run and play in the pool.
He loves the water so much and he surprises us each time we go with something new he has discovered he can do.
Oh course Levi isn't too big of a fan of the pool yet, I think he's just a little too young and the water is a little too cool. I'm hoping by the end of the summer he will be able to enjoy it more. In the meantime I love watching him sit in his car seat with nothing but a diaper on and his bucket hat taking in the sights. He really is a trooper. 
So, a bad case of the Monday's can be easily fixed with a relaxing and spirit filled trip to the pool with my favorite boys (and of course some fusion brew to take home tops it all off :))
Enjoy your week!
Wow was Monday a rough day. There is that saying that people say all the time, "she must have a case of the Monday's" I've never really understood it. It's just a day, yeah you might be a little more tired because it's the first day back to work after the weekend, and you might be a little crabby but still, it never really seems much different from any other day of the week. You don't hear people going around saying, "oh she must have a case of the Thursday's," that just sounds silly.
But seriously, my boys had a case of the Mondays. It all started about 6:45 am when daddy left for work. Barret started crying and Levi was already awake. After Barret got over it realizing that Daddy leaves every morning and comes back every evening he was fine. Caroline showed up and she was a bit sleepy already too. After we put her down for a nap I looked at Barret and asked him if he was ready for a nap too. He said no, of course. Levi was just having an all around bad day. He wasn't satisfied eating he wasn't satisfied sleeping, he just wanted to cry and let it out. I don't know if he was shouting about something in particular but eventually he wore out and fell asleep. Barret was the same, he wasn't happy playing, he wasn't happy eating, the 'doggie' was always in his way, he wanted to be held every second. I was going crazy and it was only 8am. Barret finally went down for a nap about 9am at which I had no peace because Levi woke up screaming. I nursed him and rocked him and played music for him. There was no pleasing the kid. Around 10 when Caroline woke up I was pleased to get a smile from her. She was literally my saving grace. Such a happy little camper amidst crabby little men. At lunch time I made Mac n Cheese, knowing that it was Barret's favorite and hoping that he would want to all of a sudden start talking and tell me how much he appreciated that I remembered what his favorite meal was and that would make everything better. Of course that only happens in my dreams and this meal was unlike any other that I have ever seen. I scooped Barret up and plopped him in his seat, served him his lunch plate and sat down beside him with my own (we eat the same thing because otherwise he just wants what I have on my plate). Well, as soon as he saw the plate he began to scream. I told him that it wasn't that hot and we could blow on it. So I picked up his plate and I blew on the macaroni to cool it down (it wasn't hot enough to scream about) and then put some on his fork and blew on that too. He didn't even have the fork to his lips before glass shattering screams ensued. I had no idea what was wrong. I offered something different, I gave him a drink, I got him out of his chair and he just wanted back up. I offered him my macaroni, I sat him in my lap, I got him out of his chair, and again he wanted back up. No joke this boy had tears dripping off of his cheeks and snot dripping off of his chin. I wanted to yell and scream and stomp around the kitchen, but I didn't. I couldn't get him to stop. This went on for a half an hour, and all about a simple plate of mac-n-cheese and yogurt! Finally I just picked him up and took him out into the living room. I sat him down on the couch and I gave him his bear and I said, "Barret, we don't act like this, if you want something you need to tell me with your words. I can't help you when you are screaming like this." And of course you know he understood every last word that came out of my mouth :) Right, he was still crying but it wasn't that ear piercing cry any more it was more of a rhythmic drum beat with loud and long wails but spaced very appropriately so he could sniff up his snot and smear it all of his face. I don't know what made him stop crying, but once he stopped I gave a long sigh of relief that's for sure. In the meantime Caroline was such a peaceful little soul and didn't wake up from her nap. I was shocked. Of course it was then Levi's turn to go crazy, and crazy he did go. That boy has a mind of his own and I really don't understand him. One day he loves to nurse and does it well and loves to smile and just is such a great little guy going with the flow and all, and the next he is screaming after every minute of nursing, frowning, screaming, and nothing makes him smile. This was the next day for sure. By the time Daddy got home Mama was ready to go on a vacation all by herself. It had been a long, long, looooooong day. We ate dinner really quick and then headed to the pool. Of course if you know me you know that the pool makes everything better; and it did. We enjoyed watching our little water bug run and play in the pool.
He loves the water so much and he surprises us each time we go with something new he has discovered he can do. Oh course Levi isn't too big of a fan of the pool yet, I think he's just a little too young and the water is a little too cool. I'm hoping by the end of the summer he will be able to enjoy it more. In the meantime I love watching him sit in his car seat with nothing but a diaper on and his bucket hat taking in the sights. He really is a trooper. So, a bad case of the Monday's can be easily fixed with a relaxing and spirit filled trip to the pool with my favorite boys (and of course some fusion brew to take home tops it all off :))
Enjoy your week!
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