Today I went to Target with both kids, alone, for the first time. An exciting milestone for me. I realized when I was done that I probably could have done this sooner, but am glad I waited. It wasn't so bad, though I did walk out with a Cars Bubble Bath! Paid for, but still. I guess one of them could have taken it and not informed me and the other could have had a fit in the middle of the diaper aisle. All in all a good morning trek to get some last minute things for our weekend road trip to see the Sax Family. Xavi is counting the down the days. I'm excited to see my friend, Jenny, as well. She is about a month away from her due date with baby #2. It'll be fun to catch up with her and relive old times when I was pregnant and immobile. I'll have to ask her if it was as hard as I remember - being preggers and chasing after a toddler. She's one of the most laid back people I know, so it'll be good to gauge whether two kids are as hard as I think it is when she has her little boy. These days I'm not so sure if it's really that hard or I just make it hard on myself. Now that Caro is older some things are better but as a whole it's not really easier. I know a lot of couples with two (or more!) - all grown up, college aged, a little older than my kids and same age as my kids. They all say they struggle to keep up and look sane. Makes me feel better until I run across someone with a clean car/house or who doesn't look sleep deprived every other day or who thinks I should keep up with my life better than I do. It's a good case against 3. Oh well, at least I went to Target. I'll celebrate small accomplishments.
Sword, remote, paci - what else could a girl want...? These are better pics of Caro's haircut and in some you can see her top three teeth coming in and a bottom tooth too. I can't tell if the final top side tooth is in, but at this point it's a done deal. Only reason to keep track is to give her the teeth history, plus I did chart when all of Xavi's came in.
