It must be so hard to be 2

Roxy and I are taking a little nature class on Thursday mornings called Puddlestompers. It meets at a different local park each week and we experience parts of the natural world together. Last week we learned about sow bugs and today we dissected flowers.

Except that WE didn’t do much with the flowers. Instead, we screamed because we couldn’t keep the pinwheel that we were given to test for wind and we shoved to the front to get daisy stamps on our hands and we threw colored rice all around the tarp instead of putting it on our flower picture.

Then we launched into an out of control, all sweaty and teary-eyed temper tantrum that started at 10:30 in parking lot on the way to the car and lasted all the way to the doctor’s office (We had an 11:15 appointment for a skin irritation in the diaper area that was looking pretty raw and potentially infected to me). But the tantrum didn’t stop there. Oh no. It continued while we were in the waiting room and I was trying to nurse Simon who, did I mention, was also screaming, poor thing. I ended up taking them both back out to the car, strapping Roxy into her car seat so I could feed Simon in the front seat.

Then, the nurse came out to the car to tell us they were ready for us. Back in we went. The tantrum finally ended after she had been examined and her temperature had been taken and I’d been assured that it is only a bad case of diaper rash and not an infection. I think potty training needs to come sooner rather than later, but let’s not even go there.

Gosh.

The happy quiet part of my day came after everyone had been fed and diapered and put down for naps (they thankfully are both napping at the same time today). I finished up a sister to my first doll.

These two are very easy to raise – so quiet and agreeable. Ahhhh.