Don't mind the mess

If you come to my house today, or any day for that matter right now, please don't mind the mess. My usually clean house has been taken over by unfolded laundry, toddler entertaining toys and crafts, and Uncle Sam flight bags sitting at our front door.

The (caffeine induced and natural) energy levels have reached an all new level. I'm chugging coffee by the gallon daily to keep up with my little wild one. 

Seeing as I become a mega-germaphobe when new babies arrive, I can't say that we've left the house much in the last three weeks. There's not enough Lysol in the world to make me chance the flu germs entering our house again. Probably, thus the craziness has escalated. Cheyanne and I have gone a little stir crazy. Newborn babies aren't so much fun for a 2 year old, we've learned. There's a lot of "Don't jump around the baby!" and "Be careful not to poke Baby Brother!" and "Slow down please!" being said around here. 

We've gotten pretty creative to find entertainment for Cheyanne during Jameson's feeding times.

Thus the mess. But its better than the tv being on 24/7 as it is some days. I'm not the best at juggling 2 yet, obviously.

"Look Mom, my hand's stuck!"

Mess everywhere or as Cheyanne calls it "messy mess." Her first chore, helping Mommy empty the dishwasher by putting away the silverware is one of her favorite big girl rolls. 

I'll get better at juggling. But as for now, I'm not inviting you over! :) Well that is, unless I know you won't judge me and my lack of mommying and housekeeping skills and/or you don't look around too much. 

Just keep your eyes on these two cuties and we'll be just fine.