teething is bananas... b-a-n-a-n-a-s....

Teething is my new least favorite thing. Have I mentioned that lately?
We see this face a lot-- drooly-face, bottom lip sucked in trying to feel those new toofers as they work their way through. I just hate it for him. Hate that it makes him so uncomfortable.... ok, and the no sleeping thing isn't the most fun ever, either.... but really-- I just feel bad for the boy.

In other news: it is impossible to do it all...
And I give up on trying. My house is a mess, I feel like I'm incapable of being a good mama, employee, wife, dogmama, cook, housekeeper, friend, blogger, life-haver, budget-follower, ANYTHING-doer lately (and yes...I do realize there are varying degrees of importance on that list!)... How do people do it?
I just
do
not
know.
And I struggle.
So very much.
And it makes me blue.

But it's the weekend. The weather is beautiful. I have pumpkin candles. So even if my house looks like poo, it smells delicious.
Happy weekend, loves.
oxoxox.

some days....

... play dates just aren't as fun as they could be when you're cutting your third tiny toofer and in dire need of a nap. Poor Ev. Poor George, who just looked on in confusion when Ev stuck out his little lip... Which ultimately turned into this.... ... and I did take pics. I'm sorry, Ev. I promise a few seconds after this, I picked you back up and gave you oodles of love. And then you passed out in my lap from the sheer exhaustion of being you....

... and today is Mikey's 32nd birthday. Happy happy birthday to the greatest dad in the world. Here's hoping that the small one takes good long naps for you and a certain wife of yours manages to make dinner and find a cake. Sheesh. What good is she these days?! We love you so, husband.

xoxoxoxoxo.