I’m in over my head.

For whatever reason, things have gone crazy. I don’t do real well with changes. I like my routine. I like being about to predict what the next day holds. Unfortunately, my children seem to enjoy thwarting my nice routine. They insist on growing and changing and demanding new and interesting adventures. Drat them.

So, since last we met, Kulia has weaned completely and totally dropped her morning nap. One week she slept in the moring, then the next, nada. Gone. She’d look at me like, “nap? moi? please mom, morning naps are so 13 months old.” All I can say is thank god for Sesame Street. Now I park them both on the sofa with cups of milk and grapes for an hour and let the folks on The Street raise my children. I must say, they do a smashing good job.

Leina has potty trained during her awake hours. She’s in a big girl bed and free to stroll in and out of her room at will. This basically sucks. Convincing her to a) take a nap and b) take it when I say so is becoming harder and harder. We have yet to tackle diaper free naps but I figure lets rock one boat at a time, shall we?

Kevin has transfered into a new group at work and boy howdy is he working. And working. And working. And working. Did I mention the working? Add to that the first official cold of the fall season and you have a house in turmoil.

So, yeah, that’s where things lie right now. I have yet absorbed all of these changes into my life but I’m workng on it. I’m sure by the time I get used to this chaos my off-spring will devise some new coup to drive me crazy. Thank goodness they are the cutest children EVER. EVER.