The following things actually happened this weekend:
1. I had Silas in my arms and was talking to Brian. His little arm flailed (as infants are wont to do) at the same moment as I opened my mouth, and I BIT my baby's finger. Hard. And then I laughed while he screamed.
2. I woke up at 2:30 to feed him. I changed his diaper, made a bottle, picked him up ... and fell asleep. I don't mean I dozed off, I mean I woke up an hour and a half later, realized I was holding both a baby and a bottle, and put the bottle in his mouth. In my defense, he never complained. At least, I never heard him complain. It is possible I was so comatose that he cried and I didn't hear him, I guess. Surely not.
3. Asher had goldfish and cake for dinner on the 4th. A first for him.
4. Yesterday morning I heard myself saying, "Do not put goldfish on your feet." (It was a moment where I thought - the things you never expect to say in a day). At which point, my child PICKED CRACKER FROM BETWEEN HIS TOES and ate it. And I did not stop him.
5. While I fed Silas this morning, Asher did this:
That would be his clothes hamper on his head. Which begs the question, where are his dirty clothes? (Because they certainly aren't clean.) All over his floor. Of course.
All in all, though, life is good. We're learning the art of Baby Juggling, which is an extreme sport, and should not be attempted by those who have heart conditions or are prone to dizziness. It involves such activities as keeping one from injuring himself while nourishing another, bouncing one while reading to another, and phrases such as "feet on the floor" while searching for pacifiers. And just when you think Round One is over, there is invariably a poopy diaper waiting to be found.
Happy Monday, everyone.