Eating Dessert at 2:30 p.m.

I'm eating the delicious dessert that Leslie gave us in the middle of the afternoon. Technically it's a leftover from last night so I think it's okay to eat it now. My big butt probably has other ideas, but hey. It's yummy and it's been a day so far and again, it's ONLY 2:30 p.m. Here's a brief timeline:

6:30 a.m. - James wakes up and walks into the master bedroom. Nate and I are sleeping so I send James to Greg.
7:30 a.m. - I admit that sleeping is fruitless and get up. Nate also wakes up. Greg has showered with James and dressed him (yea!).
Morning - puzzles, breakfast, TV, quick shower for me, swing nap for Nate.
9:45 a.m. - Nate wakes up. Great timing, I think! I can nurse and then we'll head to our playdate. WRONG. I smell poop. Fine, quick change. Um, no. The poop was EVERYWHERE. All over the inside of his pants and his shirt. It was gross. Mid-change and a kicking 6 week old I realized he would need a bath (poop was now in his hands and on his head - UGH). Quick bath later, the child really realizes how hungry he is, so I change him and nurse. Then I had to convince James to put on shoes and socks. I bribed him w/ fruit snacks. Sigh.
10:30-12:15 - Great playdate. :)
12:15 p.m. - I ask James if we can go to Target on the way home. Okay, I asked, "Target or home". He said Target. Sure, why not, I mean, he gets a new toy every time we friggin go these days. :) So we go to Target. Unfortunately, the left turn signal into Target was only long enough for two cars. At lunchtime on a Friday?! ACK. Nate conveniently starts screaming. We get to Target and I decide to forego the double stroller in favor of the Bjorn and the cart. Nate is happy in the Bjorn and James, bless him, was an angel. Nate decided he was hungry again mid-shopping (my list was 5 items long but it was too long at that point - I decided the cats didn't really need new litter and we'd just put mulch in the litter box for the night for God's sake). So the sweat begins. I get everything on my list except for wine (which wasn't on the written list but has been on my mind for three days) and then grab some random bottle of pinot grigio. I threw more fruit snacks (Batman!) into the cart as well - they were on special and I figured James would need more bribing. We get through the line and of course I need to show I.D. I don't mind being carded but I have a 6 week old in the Bjorn, a 2 year old in the cart, and my backpack with my wallet slung over one shoulder. I was definitely sweating at this point. I pay for my purchases and head to the car. I gave James more fruit snacks (!) on the way to the car (his third pack of the day) and then got our stuff in the car. Then I was torn. Do I put him in the car and then return the cart? Erg. I chose to return the cart and carry James to the car. Poor Nate was being flung around - it's a good thing the Bjorn is pretty sturdy.

Finally, I get James in the car and Nate and I in the front seat. I start nursing Nate and then James decides he does want bagel and cream cheese. I rip open the bag and the container and tell him to dip his bagel in the cream cheese (figuring he's the only one who eats it). I realized afterwards that this was what he had for breakfast. So all day he'd had two bagels with cream cheese, three packs of fruit snacks, and half a banana. Sigh.

I finished nursing and got the boys buckled in, came home and luckily got James to nap pretty easily. Our playdate at Liz and the girls was nice because they are fun and have good toys PLUS they have a sweet dog who James loves.

I am now sitting here eating dessert and enjoying the fact that Nate is also sleeping in his room. Probably not for long but that's okay. My wine is chilling in the fridge.