taz.

i remember thinking, when ben was a baby, "it'll get so much easier when he's older."
"when he can walk, when he can feed himself, when he can play by himself" etc.
AHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAA.

what was i thinking?
the baby phase is wonderful.
they eat what you give them, they are easily amused and they SIT STILL!!

and now, as i sit here remembering, i'm shaking my head in complete and utter disagreement. i'm laughing at how foolish i was--i must have lost my damn mind.

ben is a mess.
he is everywhere, into everything, never stopping for anything or anyone.
this boy means business.
we call him "destructo dan."
he's like a mini tornado--oh i know--picture the tazmanian devil from looney tunes.
that's him, baby.
a whirlwind of chaos.


in the meantime, i can't seem to do anything around the house.
nope. that would distract me from being on ALERT at all times.
my house, and consequently, my mind, are losing it.


the laundry piles are now as high as the washer itself--why can't they just make the jump into the machine by themselves?
the dishes seem to multiply overnight.
the dust, well, the dust brought its suitcase and has stayed all month long. it's not the best house guest we've ever had, i'll tell ya.


i blame it on the boy.
he's cute and he's sweet.
but he's a pill. God love 'em.