Yesterday was day #1 of learning our way and it was a great beginning. After I posted on Facebook that we were surviving, having fun and staying busy- my friend Kim said that she pictured me spinning lots of plates. Yesterday, the plates stayed in the air, today....well, not so much. Let's just say that while we waited in the Doctor's office at Eliza's 2 week appointment, the plates fell to the ground. Something came over the kids and chaos doesn't even describe what went down in that waiting room. Kleenex's were flying, hand sanitizer was squirting, kids were sliding around on magazines and with Eliza in my arms, I tried to make the shenanigans stop. Without going into tons of detail, I can't even describe how ridiculous it was. We pretty much looked like the worst circus act around. All I can say is that the nice lady that worked in the back came out an offered the kids granola bars to help them sit still and then she proceeded to ask "So, this baby is your last one, right?".
Yes, today the plates hit the floor.
After we left, I had a good laugh on the phone with my sister, got some coffee, put the kids down for naps and now I'm picking those plates back up. See, we're all adjusting and some days we're rocking it and other days, we're just thankful for unending grace.
To wrap up our family time, we went on a family drive to the best ice cream spot on earth. This place is like a breath a fresh air for me and I swear it's not because of the ice cream. It's the view, folks--- just look at that. I'd be happy sitting there even if I was eating clams....and I don't even like clams.