Contentment is...

Front and back lawn mowed and strimmed with baby in sling, and toddler sweeping and guardian of house keys. Blue skies, sunshine, sounds of neighbours lawnmowers, toddler nibbling chocolate buttons, baby feeding, me about to eat bagels. All is well with our world.

Sleep deprivation dreams

Dreamt I had a migraine and was explaining an aura to someone who'd never had one, then woke up with one. I think I'd rather have more interesting dreams, like going to the moon or eating candy floss clouds or living in a tree house or doing yoga in India. But no, I dream I have a migraine.

Logistics ninja in the making

We're now three weeks in with a 2.5 year old and (obviously) a three week old.

Last night was "baby awake for no reason, baby feeds, goes to sleep, toddler wakes and wails "want mamaaaaa", has mama cuddles, falls asleep, baby wakes, does big poo, wants to feed, toddler wakes and wails "want mamaaaaa" and so on". Logistical nightmare. Thank goodness for an equal partnership daddy. My respect for single parents, while always been high, is at all time high this morning.

Today I had a logistical victory. I have just figured out the logistics of doing a poo. Usually involves putting baby in a sling or putting her in the car seat and propping it up in the doorway more vertically so (a) she doesn't vomit (refluxy baby) and (b) there's no chance she'll get smacked in the head while I'm not able to move!

While I currently have no idea how I'll ever be able to leave the house on my own with two, I'm aware that this is one logistical nightmare down, a small victory from the outside, but a huge achievement from where I'm currently sitting (no longer on the loo, you'll be pleased to know!)