12:16 a.m. Brownies for the preschool bake sale are pulled out of the oven.
12:30 a.m. I take a sleeping Suzi off of a sleeping Chris's chest, because she's sleeping on her stomach and that scares me.
12:33 a.m. Suzi insists on a midnight snack.
1:04 a.m. I give up trying to put Suzi back in the cradle and I curl up with her instead.
1:17 a.m. I force myself to stop imagining how horrific it would be if I rolled over on her.
3:00 a.m. I wake Chris up and tell him that Suzi keeps wanting to nurse, so I'm tucking her in beside of him.
5:46 a.m. Suzi wants to eat again.
6:02 a.m. My bladder is insistent, so I carry a nursing Suzi under my arm and go pee.
6:14 a.m. I curl back up with Suzi and instantly fall back asleep.
6:50 a.m. I hazily hear Izzy yelling at me because I laid a t-shirt out for him to wear today instead of a long sleeved shirt. His teacher told them to wear long pants today because they're going on their first field trip, to a pumpkin patch, where they'll take a hay ride. I tried to convince him last night that because we're having a record high today, he needs to wear a t-shirt.
6:51 a.m. I yell, "Fine, wear a long sleeved shirt and burn up today, I DON'T CARE!!"
7:00 a.m. Chris grabs my foot and keeps shaking it until I finally wake up. He takes Suzi to the swing and I hit the shower.
7:36 a.m. I round everyone up, get coats and shoes on everybody, and we head to the car.
7:41 a.m. I speed down the driveway and pull to the bus stop where I make sure that Chris put everything in Izzy's lunch box.
7:46 a.m. I wave good bye to the pulling away bus, even though I'm pretty sure Izzy, who's wearing his long sleeved t-shirt, can't see me, and I head back up the driveway.
7:55 a.m. I slice up the brownies from the night before, I carefully place candy corn on top, and I wrap each one in Saran Wrap.
8:06 a.m. I get Sophie's hair fixed and I find her some shoes that look okay with her outfit.
8:10 a.m. I make my bed and get Sophie started on making her bed and tidying her room.
8:23 a.m. I don't have time to make coffee, so I sit down with half a glass of generic Dr. Pepper and a Pop Tart. I promise Sophie the other one in the package if she gets her room done. I turn on the news and get Suzi started nursing while I eat my breakfast too.
8:46 a.m. I grab the bag of brownies, talk Sophie into putting on a jacket, get Suzi and the diaper bag and load everyone up.
8:56 a.m. I say goodbye to Sophie, who goes off happily for a change, and I drop the brownies off to the preschool teachers.
9:07 a.m. I get to Curves for my workout. No one else is there this morning. Without anyone to talk to, I actually work out a lot harder.
9:50 a.m. I pick Suzi up and we head over to Bad Mart to return the Halloween costumes I ended up not needing.
10:03 a.m. The greeter, a woman in her 70's, stops me to coo over Suzi, who rewards her with lots of smiles. She tells me that her pediatrician told her that a happy baby means happy parents. I tell her that's true, that we're so much more relaxed this third time around and Suzi is a sweet little blessing. She tells me that she only had one son, and he died this summer. My heart breaks for her.
10:46 a.m. I load up the car with my purchases: Dixie Cups (the only thing I went after), fresh basil, deli ham, clearanced shorts for me & Izzy, $2 swim trunks for Izzy for next summer, and $40 worth of other things I just HAD to have.
10:57 a.m. As I pull Suzi out of the car, I realize she's had a blowout. All up her back and all over the car seat. While I'm getting her and the bags in the house, I get poop on my jacket.
11:01 a.m. I take her straight in the changing table and realize there is poop ALL OVER HER. Down the legs of her pants, up her back, ON MY HAND. I clean her all up and take her straight to the tub.
11:07 a.m. I put a freshly clean and lotioned Suzi in her swing and gather up all of her soiled laundry.
11:10 a.m. I rinse her poop covered clothes off, clean the sink, clean my hands and arms, go out to the car and remove the liner of the carseat, start a load of baby laundry, clean my hands again, and put the straps back into her car seat, where I'll shortly have to put a blanket so I can go pick up Sophie.
11:19 a.m. I exhale, fix myself a glass of iced tea, and decide to blog about my morning.
11:44 a.m. I hit post and head out the door to go pick Sophie up from preschool.