How do we do it?

Today, I was busy trying to capture that cute moment.  I was busy.  Not watching.  Cole was wondering back from walking out in the middle of the driveway at the pumpkin farm while a car had it's back up lights on.  Thank God she either saw him, or wasn't ready to pull out yet.  He was just walking back like nothing was up.

I just don't know.  Its the scary moments, the fun moments, the sad moments, and the crazy moments.  They really are all happy moments in the end.  But how do we do it?  How do we manage to survive our own childhoods, let alone how do we survive the childhoods of our children?

Just this last week I had a chat with my friend who has been here, done that with her kids.  Her daughter is now a high school senior.  How do we know that what we are doing now doesn't screw them up for life?  It is hard some days to go on your gut instinct that we are making the right decisions.  I would like to think that I am saving up for the boys' college or higher education, maybe I am just saving up for their therapy bills.

On the bright side?  At least I know Kim will be there for me when I need to start coloring my gray hair.

Teeth

Oh, the joys of teething.  Cranky teethers, easy teethers... mmmm somehow I ended up with both.  Unfortunately the cranky teether is the last one.  Kenny was great!  Slight fever, a couple of days of Tylenol, and bam!  Teeth!  Cole? Not so lucky.  He gets teeth in groups.  Painful groups that take a long time to get here.  Poor little guy.  He just looks pale, hurts a lot and I can't be out of his sight for .... mmmmm .... two seconds? Or major meltdown.  Unfortunately... this goes one for weeks.  Not just a few days. We are on week three of breaking through and coming in.

Who knew that kids' aliments would include getting teeth?  If this was something we could treat with anything but Tylenol and patience, I would be right there.  Unfortunately... the Mom machine is running low on patience when it comes to biting, hitting, and being argumentative with a one year old.  Some nights it would be nice to refuel.  By the time bedtime rolls around it seems like I am exhausted from fighting all day and I pull in right beside them.

It has been a long battle.... but molars... here we come.