Needless to say we survived but at moments, we did so just barely by the skin of our teeth. As a matter of fact, by the time 10:30am rolled around, I was nearly ready to pour myself a glass of wine and curl up fetal-position-style in the corner of the family room while Curious George played on TV for 764th time.
I know one thing for sure and that is that having two boys, especially one nearing two years old is one of God's greatest tests of patience. The tantrums are epic, the food battles are insane but just as I'm ready to send The Toddler off to the farm, he does something super sweet and redeeming like bringing me diapers when I'm changing Maclane or helping give Sheepie water as he's banging his head against his water bowl for the third consecutive hour.
And in those moments? I decide to keep him.
My biggest fear was getting The Toddler down for a nap. As I know I've mentioned before, nap regression, or giving up his sole nap of the day, started around the time we brought Maclane home and it goes without saying that not only does the The Toddler really need those 45 minutes of renewing sleep but they are an absolute necessity for me too.
What was I going to do with Maclane? Would I be able to get them to nap simultaneously? No. That would be too easy.
Lo and behold, I dragged one of the bouncy seats up to Carter's room and with a hope and a prayer set about to getting both boys to nap. Was it easy? Heck no! But did it happen? Yes. And Maclane and I even managed to cat nap as well.
Have I already been online to order new toys and arts and craft activities? Of course. I'm no dummy and with this dreadful heat we've been having, the outdoors is basically off-limits to us. Mama didn't raise no fool and when all else fails? Buy new toys.
It looks like the three of us may survive these days together after all.