These photos are from our final day on vacation. The photos are going to have to speak for themselves because just uploading them has been a major production.
The kids had well baby doctor visits this morning for their annual check up plus flu shots and other immunizations. I actually switched on my phone and recorded a video of them running around our room acting possessed. I would have given anything for a pina colada right then and there. I've never been so happy for them to receive shots and refocus their crazed attention on a sugar free lollipop.
Some days multitasking seems impossible. Thanks to an Uncrustable, I managed to take a 10 minute break and hit the upload button for the following 12 photographs.
Teagan ate half of the Uncrustable and then discarded it onto the floor in a place I would surely step on it, which I did. Nothing like peanut butter between your toes, I guess there could be worse things to step on.
There is no such thing any more as being uninterrupted for even one minute.
I sit down finally, and the UPS man knocks on the door.
I change an awfully stinky explosive diaper.
I sit down again and someone rings the bell picking up a laptop that my husband fixed.
I sit down again and Nathan begs repeatedly for a bottle, you know since he doesn't eat food.
I get up and make pediasure, warmed and prepared just the right way and almost break my neck slipping on a puddle Teagan created from the refrigerator water dispenser.
I make her bottle first, since she followed me and wouldn't stop harassing me. It wasn't warm enough. I reheat.
I make Nathan's and have to hear him complain that I shook it and he wanted to shake it himself. I return to kitchen to retrieve enzymes and medication, I come back to Nathan complaining he has pediasure all over his shirt, his pants, and the couch because he opened the lid himself before drinking. I give him his medicine and am now spending these three minutes typing out my frustrations while listening to them both complain.
Hitting publish and heading out the door to help my father in law, as soon as I re dress Nathan and drag them to the car kicking and screaming. At least my kids will soon be happy with Grandma. It's just one of those days that shall soon pass.
Now to the fonder memories (or mixed memories) of our last day in Myrtle Beach.