It's like going insane but in 4D

Since my last clearly insane post, we've added a beautiful baby daughter to our family. Mila Elizabeth was born April 14 (thanks to a little date I had with castor oil and OJ. [Not the murderer.]) With only two children, I can already relate to the crazy mom on Malcolm in the Middle. Sometimes it's like you have two choices: be a bitch or go completely insane. There is no third option. (Joe gets a daily text which, I'm sure, gives him an inkling which option I went with.) Choosing both is the easiest option, but I'm trying hard to stay out of Building 22, at least until I'm 50.

We spent a week at Joe's parents' house while they were visiting his sister in New Haven. We were SO excited to have a mini vacation because that's what it's always been, a vacation. Not so with a two-year-old and four-month-old. From an unexpected gecko in the living room to Rocco getting stuck in a huge clay pot, things got "interesting." He's realized that when I'm feeding Mila or putting in a load of laundry, he has a window of opportunity for misbehavior. "Oh, you don't want me to suck a melted Kit Kat through holes bitten through the wrapper? Well maybe you should have expressed that, because how would I know?""Crayons AREN'T for eating? Then why do they make them so deliciously waxy?"

My friend Rena joked about how years ago I said I wanted to have four kids. It's still a possibility, but just not until Mila is getting on the bus to Kindergarten. Having three little kids would end up in me having one option instead of two, and that option would be chosen by the tiny voices in my head...