April 18, 2007 | Mama Smith

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As you might have guessed from Matthew’s previous post, we’re all a little wiped out around here. Poor Levi has had this wretched stuffy nose for over a month now, causing him to be subject to a tri-nightly saline drops & aspirator treatment in between his 2 feedings. To try and help the little guy, last night we recreated a mini rainforest in our tiny bathroom. Per the doctor’s suggestion, we blasted a hot shower for a few minutes, then added the steam humidifier, baby monitor, sound machine and Levi in his propped up moses basket stand. Cramped quarters, but at least it limited his night wakings to two. Hopefully he’ll recover before a mold invasion occurs. Above, is the sick little guy waking up after an afternoon walk yesterday with his ovenmit gloves on, which I thought were hilariously goofy looking.

With all the sniffles and dreary weather, we haven’t ventured outdoors much this week, but when I found Brighton feeding Mr. Fish his goldfish crackers this morning, I figured the boredom factor was getting to us all and some fresh air might help heal these sick bodies.

Off to the park we went. The only real outing we can manage with our stroller wheels. It was blustery and grey, but neither Brighton or I seemed to mind. I snapped shots as Brighton ran around waving sticks. And Levi of course slept the morning away in the Bjorn.

Brighton’s starting a new ghetto-boot trend around here…

Proof that nothing could ruin his morning at the park. Here he is brushing himself off with his sticks after face-planting off the slide. The picture doesn’t do his dirt-smeared face and clothes justice…

Pappoose with his mama…

All hell broke loose when we returned home, with both boys screaming and hungry simultaneously, but at least we had that morning breather to cling to as a fond memory that there are some sane moments in our lives these days.

I managed to shove down a plain chicken hot dog and a Luna bar for lunch amidst the chaos. No one ever told me that being a mom of two means you will never sit down for lunch, much less consume anything mildly nutritious between 8am and 6pm…or even eat anything all day for that matter. That you don’t get to pee until 6pm at night when one kid is asleep and the other is in the arms of his dad. And you can forget your 4 water-bottle-a-day-goal and just hope to be able slosh down a glass or two dashing through the kitchen with a diaper, attempting to catch your naked toddler who is peeing down the hallway. And who thinks this is an absolutely hilarious new trick.