So what does a mother of six do when she only has two at home? She goes to the library. The thrift store. The grocery store. And the post office. And she does laundry. Lots and lots of laundry. And dishes. Hmmm ... Now that I think about it, it's not too much different from when I have all six at home.
Ignoring Joe's "advice," I found a brightly colored vintage sheet at the thrift store. I just had to get it. In fact, it was quite convenient that I was doing laundry yesterday because its already been washed and cut.
So far today the house is quiet. Except Spenser keeps telling me that I'm mean ... she wanted to get on the bus and I wouldn't let her (I'm mean). Then she pouted and wanted to stand in the middle of the road and I wouldn't let her (I'm mean). Then she wanted to stand on the front porch while I came inside with the baby (I'm mean).
There was a moment yesterday (or quite a few) that Spenser was crying. She walked through the house and, when things had quieted down, I went to look for her. I found her sleeping in our formal living room. For a few minutes, I enjoyed simultaneous naps for Sawyer and Spenser. This is especially rare because Spenser stopped napping this summer. It was a nice break for me.
She's two. What can I say?
(A funny little story: This morning I was packing lunches for the boys and Carter, age 8 1/2, asked me not to pack the applesauce I had packed for him yesterday. It was cherry applesauce that had an Elmo on the lid. He said the children at lunch were calling him "Elmo lover." I tried not to laugh, especially as I was telling Joe in front of Carter.)