Oh Husband.

For the record -- I haven't really 'asked' Michael if I could blog about him.  He knows my blog exists and he read it once.  Other than that he never really mentions it.  But this blog is about how well he knows me :)

Yesterday = horrible, terrible, nightmare-ish, want to run away kind of day.  SERIOUSLY.  Babies were both miserable and mommy was exhausted and not in the mood to deal with any of it.  The law of the world says that because M had to be away all day, the babies were going to push every limit.  And let me tell you -- they did.  I don't feel like re-living the day, so I'm not going to post the details, but I will tell you that by the end of the day I didn't want to look or interact with either of those beautiful babies.  I'm sure it was Kingston's teeth that were bothering him (he just had two more pop further through, bringing the count up to 8).  I don't know what Charlotte's problem was -- we speculate a growth spurt but who really knows?  I just have to accept that with the good days.. come the bad.  And I know that generally speaking, we have far more good days.  Regardless, let me show you what M brought home from work...

Smartass.

6 Coronas & a large Dominos pizza later -- Everything is OK.