4:30am
WAAAAAA! WAAAAAAA!
"Ugghhhhh..."
WAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Alicia drags herself out of bed to make a 6 ounce bottle. Finally Patrick goes back to sleep.
6:30am
WAAAAAAAA! WAAAAAAAA!
"He'll fall back asleep."
WA-WAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
"Ok, ok I'm coming...Good morning, Patrick."
7:30am
A sleepy three year old slowly walks into the kitchen where Alicia is feeding Patrick.
"Good morning, Kristina."
"Morning, Aweesha."
8:00am
A bedheaded 6 year old trudges down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Maureen. What would you girls like for breakfast?"
"I want one waffle with butter."
"What's Maureen havin'?"
"She's having a buttered waffle."
"I want one, too."
Alicia makes breakfast while holding the baby.
"Breakfast is ready."
"I don't want butter!"
((sighs))
9:00am
"Aweesha, will you pway babies wiff me?"
"In a minute. I have to put Patrick down for his nap."
"But I want you to pway wiff me nooooow!"
"Kristina, go in the playroom and play quietly with Maureen."
"Otay."
9:05am
"AAAHHHHHHH!!! ((giggles)) You can't catch me!"
Alicia opens the door of the baby's room and finds the girls running around the hallway, screaming.
"Girls! What did I just tell you?"
"Ummm, I don know."
10:00am
"Maureen and Kristina, it's time to brush our teeth and get dressed."
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
10:20
"Ouch! That hurts!"
"I'm being as gentle as I can, Maureen."
"That hurts my hair!"
"I know. I'm sorry."
"Owwwwww!" ((whines)) "Ouch!"
"I'm doing the best I can. Stop complaining!"
12:00pm
"Okay, you can have pasta, fish sticks, soup, or a sandwich for lunch. What do you want?"
"Can I have pizza?"
"No, that wasn't a choice and besides, we don't have pizza."
"Ok, then I'll have fish sticks."
"Good. What do you want, Kristina?"
"Mat-aroni and cheeeeeeese."
"Allright."
Alicia puts the fish sticks in the oven, then starts the macaroni and cheese."
WAAAAAAAAA!
She runs back to give Partick another bite of his mooshy carrots and pasta.
"Here you go."
He grabs the food out of the spoon and throws it.
"Patrick!"
"Why's the food taking so long?"
"Because it has to cook."
1:45pm
Alicia gets Partick ready for his afternoon nap.
"Eeewwww, somebody needs a diaper change."
She grabs the wipes, a clean diaper, and something...anything to keep him entertained for one minute. She lays him down on his bed.
WAAAAAAA!
"Here, here's something to look at, look. Just don't squirm around. Patrick, hold still."
He rolls over. She turns him back over. He kicks his legs. Then rolls over again.
Wa-wa-WAAAAAA!
"Well if you would just cooperate."
She pins him down and holds her breath. She can tell this is going to be a bad one. She was right.
2:20pm
"I have an idea, let's play a game!" Maureen said with a grin.
"A game? What kind of game?"
"You stand there, and I have to try and shoot you with this, and when you see the dart, duck or run away."
2:40
Quiet time
"Now I have time to unload the dishwasher, clean the kitchen, and do the laundry."
5:00
"Aweesha!"
Alicia stands at the bottom of the stairs holding Patrick.
"What's wrong, Kristina?"
"Maureen won't let me pway wiff her dwess up clothes."
"Maureen, you need to share, ok?"
((burp)) Patrick smiles. The spit up ran down his shirt, Alicia's arm, and was dripping onto the floor.
"Great."
6:45
"Please put your dishes on the counter when you're done."
"I'm done! Can I have dessert?"
"Sure. What would you like?"
"Two scoops of vanilla icecream with sprinkles."
"Ok. Are you done with your dinner, Kristina?"
"Yes."
"No you're not. Eat three more big bites. Here's your icecream, Maureen."
"Yum yum yum yum!"
"Now am I done, Aweesha?"
"Nope. Two more big bites."
"Now am I done?"
"You didn't take anymore bites. Oh, no! Patrick , don't..."
"Eeeewwwww, he's messy."
"I see that."
7:30
"Goodnight, Patrick." ((Finally))
8:00
"K, girls, ready to read some stories?"
"I want this one!"
"I want this one!"
"We'll read both. Climb up in bed. The Big Itch. One day, Clifford had a---"
"Hey, she's kicking me!"
"Kristina, stop kicking her. Clifford had a big itch."
"Kristina, you're on my side!"
"Kristina, stay on your side of the bed. He tried to scratch it on a---"
"Stop it!"
((sighs))
8:30
"Goodnight, sweet dreams."
Tomorrow we'll do it all over again. |