Frazzle and Cake

The stars today were aligned in a fashion that prevented me from a nap I so desperately needed and a shower I once was entitled to. The phone was eager to rattle off its hook with the anticipation of the next inevitable caller. And I, spritzed with my daily scent of breast milk and organic deodorant (a product that's been given too many second chances) had a slight dip in my lovey dovey baby hormones and felt a little frazzled.

One little man wanted to be held all day. Thank you Moby Wrap for making this possible.

And it is then that Jack spikes a fever. The same day my final leadership paper is due. Jose's last day of leave. Things were going so smoothly, what happened?

But this is all okay. I love sick days. In between the worry and doses of antipyretics, I look around the family room and smile. It's like a slumber party. Life is put on hold. Jose and I camp next to our babies surrounded by blankets and pillows, snacks and cold drinks. A good movie is playing in the background. We are all together because we are forced to be all together. No one can call us away. Jack is sick and he needs us. No one is going anywhere. And I am secretly loving this.

On a positive note: I'm back in my old jeans and ten pounds from my wedding weight thanks to a healthy growing boy and the miracle of breast feeding. And that was my one liner to promote breast feeding rather than boast about my weight. I really wish breast feeding was more mainstream. I'll strip my shirt anywhere to support it. It should be a normal sight everywhere, like shoving a huge double bacon cheeseburger in your mouth with the mayo dripping down your chin. I think that is a disgusting sight. It deserves an apron, but who am I to say so?

We spent the morning at Green Meadow's Farm to celebrate Alex's second birthday. We mostly walked around. The boys climbed a fence and played on the playground. I think we left our enthusiasm to milk a cow at home. We did the farm like Paris, minus the designer boots and overalls.

In honor of Eli's day of birth, I baked a birthday cake! It is the mmm-mmm best chocolate cake recipe in the world. I spent the whole day, mainly because, pausing every half hour to bounce a baby, nurse a baby, chase a tot, answer a phone, feed a tot a peanut-butter-and-preserves-sandwich-that-he-doesn't-want-because-he-just-saw-my-grilled-cheese, repeat. Blood, sweat and tears (and maybe a little breast milk) went into that cake. Haha, just kidding. But really, it was a lot of work. And it was so worth it. Even when I had create icing from scratch to write Happy Birthday Eli on top. Yup, even when I realized I had no baggies to write with and had to drizzle the letters on very patiently with a spoon. Totally worth it.