Just Another Day in Paradise

I have to admit, week five of Grayson's life was a little difficult. Lack of sleep is catching up with me. So with lack of sleep, comes lack of patience. And, of course when one thing is off it seems like everything else spirals with it. Last week, Phil Vassar's song, "Just Another Day in Paradise" played over and over in my head. I was living out the song. Our washing machine broke and we spent Saturday morning at the laundry mat, with two kids, doing 12 loads of laundry (I do not exaggerate). The package truck showed up with my new jogging stroller, during nap time, and Bear decided he would go into protector Dog mode and bark, growl, and run around like a maniac. In turn, waking both kids early. While it wasn't the mailman bringing over due bills, it was a very pricey purchase that's still sitting in the living room, unable to be used outside because we live in the freezing Northeast, and instead is being used as a resting place for Carrington's toys. Carrington enjoys screaming at the top of her lungs, for fun, at any random time. Again, waking Grayson from naps. Grayson enjoys screaming/fussing/crying, I think for fun, almost all the time! Again, waking Carrington in the middle of the night or early morning. You get the picture. Life is "Just another day in paradise" right now. It's all a matter of how you look at it though. Because the other half of that song puts it back into perspective...

"Well, it's ok. It's so nice. It's just another day in paradise. Well, there's no place I'd rather be. Well it's two hearts, and one dream. I wouldn't trade it for anything. And I ask the Lord, every night, for JUST ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE!"

Why I live in PARADISE, everyday!

Carrington decided her "friends" needed to hang out with Grayson.

Isn't she lovely, isn't she beautiful!

Baby Hollywood, looking glamorous.

Look forward to walking/jogging one of these days.

Grayson getting his first bottle and Carrington is right there to help.

Enjoy mini chocolate chips.

Can you see the chocolate around her mouth in these two pictures? She wore it for hours!

I love the way he is looking at her.

And, he still has that look on his face like he is irritated with his sissy.

My precious son!

Tummy Time

Bear didn't want to be left out of tummy time.

She is growing up too fast!