One Is Easy

If you had told me even a year ago that I would say this I would have died laughing.

Having one child is easy.

It's only easy compared to more than one, though. I really believe it's all relative to what you're used to and it only makes since that more than one kid is harder than only one. I'm sure the mom with eight kids would say that seven was easy. (Did I tell you that there was a young mom with seven kids at the Library a couple of weeks ago!?! She pulled into the parking lot in a "Church van" and I counted the kids as they filed out.)

I adore Maggie & Ellie together and yesterday I even had Cousin Callie for a while. (Sometimes, I even think that three may be easier than one, but only if one of them is like an 8 year old babysitter!) Maggie & Ellie both adore Callie. She carries Ellie around, so Ellie thinks she's awesome. Ellie loves to watch Maggie & Callie chase each other and slide around on the hardwood floors.

Anyway...back to my one is easy comment.

Maggie plays great by herself. Ellie plays great by herself most of the time too. Put the two of them in the same room with their respective toys and someone is going to get upset. Ellie loves Maggie's toys and Maggie loves whatever toy Ellie is playing with or Maggie loves on Ellie too much.

I was trying to get video of Ellie saying "da-da" the other day and this is what I caught.

Fast forward to dinner the next night and this is what was going on. (And you may see that we really do use cloth napkins all the time.) Squaeling. This is one of the things I know I'll miss when they get too old to constantly squeal at each other! Maggie didn't start the squeal-fest, Ellie did.

Our house isn't quiet all that often, but Ellie gets fussy if she's in a place where there's too much activity or too many noises. How strange is that?

For me, the hardest part of having two kids isn't the squealing or the fussing over toys, it's being pulled in two different directions. One wants to play Barbies with you and the other needs you to put her down for a nap. Trying to cook pancakes (again) while someone is fussing for their oatmeal and bananas. Cooking dinner while one is asking how to spell "McMillan" (for the two thousandth time) while the other just wants to be held. And then there's always one wanting to be held while the other needs to be held.

No matter what they really are worth it all. And that is why sometimes I say crazy things like I might want to have just one more. And no, this is not an announcement! I just wanted to share my two crazy girls with you.

Now I must go and watch any Taylor Swift video that I want to on youtube because The Boss (a.k.a. Maggie) isn't here. I have I mentioned that she loves loves loves Taylor Swift??