An explanation.

Let me paint you a little picture:

So there are these two overwhelmingly adorable kids (their adorableness is not pertinent to the story, but go with it), and they like to get up wicked early. The adorable baby boy gets up at 6 one morning, because he just knew his Mommy didn't get in bed until midnight (how do they always know?) And then his adorable big sister is up at 6:45. So the whole family is wide-the-hell-awake before the sun even comes up. And then said children are all sorts of whiny and crazy and the baby boy refuses to be put down for a nap all day. So then big sister goes up for her afternoon nap, only to be heard wandering the halls about 15 minutes later...just as baby boy starts to drift off to sleep in Mommy's arms. Naturally, he wakes up as Mommy scolds big sister and sends her back to bed with threats of no more Bubble Guppies for the rest of the day. So it takes nearly 30 minutes to get baby boy back to sleep in Mommy's arms. Then, just as Mommy settles in to the couch for a severely needed nap with her newborn, big sister can again be heard running around upstairs.

What's a Mommy to do? Let big sister run rampant upstairs, surely getting into things she shouldn't be and wreaking havoc on God knows what, in order to keep baby boy asleep? Or risk putting down the baby boy in an attempt to get big sister to go back to sleep in her bed since 30 mins doesn't even begin to cover the amount of rest the girl needs to be a pleasant toddler the rest of the day? Keep in mind that baby boy hasn't napped ALL DAY. Since 6. That's A.M. 

Well, Mommy chooses to steathily put baby boy down, hugged by the arms of the Boppy - success! He's still asleep! She darts upstairs, scoots big sister back to bed and actually convinces her to close her eyes. Thanks to the greatest invention of all time, the Fisher Price glowing seahorse, big sister is slowly lulled back to sleep by its magical lullabyes. Just as Mommy starts to tiptoe out of the room, praising Jesus that big sister is back to sleep and might not be a hot mess the rest of the day, baby boy lets out a scream from downstairs. Because he realized he wasn't being held, clearly. And, as luck would have it, big sister hears him, too, and those eyes pop right open and the tears begin because Mommy's leaving her room. So now both kids are crying, neither are sleeping, and all Mommy wants to do is cry & sleep at the same time.

And THAT explains why I haven't blogged in over a week (did you even realize that my baby is over 7 weeks old since I wasn't here to tell you on Tuesday?!) And why my Baptism thank you notes aren't done. And why I left the house within minutes of the husband being home from work yesterday to go to Walgreens just to get Halloween candy. And why I proceeded to just stand there in the candy aisle pretending to be indecisive on my selection when really I was just enjoying the fact that no one around me was crying.

Lots of blogging to come soon, promise. I have so much to say that's just bursting to be put into writing. Since I don't have a ton of time, it may come spewing out in a big ol' mess, kinda like this post. For accountability purposes, here are the posts coming up: Halloween, a 22-month Brooke update, how different it is to have 2 vs 1, and Joe's 2nd month letter (seriously? 2 months?!)