I wish...

-that Marshall and Presley knew how to blow their own noses. I'm up to my ears in snot and every time I try to wipe their nose you'd think I was beating them with the screams they let out.

-that every time I changed their diaper they wouldn't scream like CPS needed to be called.

-that they wouldn't test their vocal chords to see how shrill and loud their voices can go.

-that they made "selective hearing" ear plugs so that I couldn't hear the screaming.

-that I was on the patio at Uncle Julio's with a big ole margarita in my hand...oh yeah and that it was 85 degrees!


Notice a pattern here? Well, all except #5 of course. We are in a screaming stage and it is driving me to drink...hence #5! Presley and Marshall can be on the floor, playing nicely with their OWN toys (rare) when all of a sudden a shriek so loud it pierces your ear drum will come out of their mouth. That shriek will then turn into a very odd, low sound that I don't have words to describe but I can't help but think their vocal chords are being damaged based on these lovely noises. :)

On the plus side, ever since my "imperfections" post, I've actually been cooking more. I looked at my "Five Ingredients or Less" from Cooking Light, which is pretty much the only cookbook I use because the recipes are easy, and I got necessary items at the grocery store. So we've been eating together as a couple more instead of every man for himself.