One of those days

I feel like I have been on a roller coaster today and we're not going to Playland until Friday.

Big-A was exercising his indomitable almost-three-year-old will, and Little-A seemed glued to me and feeding every hour and a half. The house was a mess, I was trying to tidy it in the midst of toddler/infant chaos, pay equal and quality attention to each child, and fight this head cold that's been buzzing around my brain since the weekend.

Thinking too, about the week ahead, and the upcoming family wedding. Thinking of my little baby starting school, (well, okay Miriam it's only preschool) and how this truly is the beginning of the end of his babyhood.

Reading through that ghastly tombe "What to expect..." and delighted to realize Little-A is meeting or exceeding all of his three-month marks and he is only a week into his third month.

And then we put Little-A into his high chair for the first time, and this was the (rather comical) result:


And then we put Big-A into his suit for the wedding, and I realized just how very far he is from babyhood after all:



Pictures like these make it all worth it.