When people tell me to "enjoy every moment" of my kids being this young I often agree enthusiastically and try to savor this special time in my life. I find myself trying to memorize moments with each child and what their faces look like at different ages. And I can't get enough of the kisses, giggles, and cuddles.
But then there are other times...when I wonder if they really mean EVERY moment. Surely only a loony tune would really mean every single moment of every single day. I'm pretty sure they don't mean when my potty-training 2-year-old is scream-crying in the bathroom because she can't reach the book she threw on the floor while I'm nursing one baby and trying to soothe another. Or when I'm trying get a double stroller down steep stairs in the cold pouring rain as my toddler breaks into hysterics from the top of the stairs because she has mysteriously forgotten how to walk down stairs without my help. During these moments I secretly think about kidnapping that well-meaning know-it-all and chaining them to my house for a week. I hope this is normal. ;)
