One Week Down...Hundreds of Bottles to Go!

While this scene may not seem daunting to some viewers....it is what Jay and I dread coming home to each night. All 12 bottles and their 2000 parts. Aside from the raw hands from all of the washing, the first week with both of us at work went pretty well. The mornings were surprisingly easy, though that is because no one had any early morning meetings to get to and our kids all woke up like they were all set to some bizarre alarm each day. We carpooled most of the days and both did the dropping off and picking up, but on Thursday Jay flew solo and said it went just fine. The hardest part is loading everyone up to go home partially because of the amount of stuff to remember to grab but for me mostly because the girls scream from the minute you put them in their carseats until the minute you have the minivan in motion. But after that there is some nice silence to follow where we chat and look over everyone's sheets from the day. Very important to know who's pooped and where they've pooped, especially since our eldest seems to enjoy crapping in his underwear every single day. And after we're up to speed and have managed to carry everyone into the house, the first hour is a bit of a rush but with two of us it calms down rather quickly. The girls have been passed out by 7 with Joseph following by 8. The night then belongs to us and the bottles. And most nights we sleep all the way through until 5:45 or later....though a couple of mornings Leah has woken up for a quick giggle session with her dad around 4 and then back to sleep. If it was with mom there probably wouldn't be as much giggling.