Mea Maximus Culpa

Call me Mother of the Year.

Forgive me, loyal readers...
For I have sinned.
It has been entirely too long since my last writing.
Blame my children.

I have learned that there is no point whatsoever in expecting to do anything during the day with a Peanut who needs entertaining while on Christmas break and a Tula who refuses to nap. I have also learned that begging reinforcements from Evil Twin results in great laughter. I'll remember that.

Christmas was a delight. Peanut has learned to read his name and had a fine time finding his presents in record time. He also appointed himself chief present unwrapper- it really didn't matter whose present, Peanut was there offering his services. And thiefing gifts to unwrap as he made his request. He's of the opinion that it's better to ask forgiveness than permission.

Tula had a grand time figuring out Big Brother and this whole present thing. And drooling up a storm as we've ended colic and begun teething. She still doesn't nap, but she will sleep through the night. Beggars can't be choosers. However, I do find myself begging her to go to sleep before 1:00 a.m. and sleeping longer than 6:00 a.m. Just saying.

The routine has been resumed as of today. Peanut went back to school and I got some Mommy time, which means the house looks like a bomb hit it and I got my fill of gummy grins and kick-and-wave. This was followed by hanging out with both of my children as Peanut broke out his Leapster. Much rejoicing.

In the meantime, I'll take my penance in the form of not nearly enough sleep and actually folding the laundry. And bringing the snark. Happy 2010 all!

Call me Mother of the Year.