Day 96-99

Yโ€™all remember my post about baby fever and wanting 10 more?

Well this post is the opposite of that.

I told Chris the other night that we are DONE. ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ

The background to that statement was that sweet little Elle was screaming her freaking face off and nothing we did could calm her down. (I’m aware babies do this, but it was a first for her). See below…

No, she didnโ€™t get her eyebrows waxed.

Then there was Kensie. Oh LORDDD Kensie.

This is the face of mischief.

I told her to get off of a cooler she was standing on and her response, as she looked me dead in the eyes with a straight face was,

โ€œNo. Iโ€™m NOT listening to you!โ€

I am not sure where she learned it but sheโ€™s bout to unlearn it REAL fast or this “threenager” may not see 3. ๐Ÿ™„

And then there’s the Epic Elsa Meltdown of 2019. This started because UPS rang the doorbell, and Kensie was legitimately upset that it wasn’t Elsa. ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฃ

Back to chunk chunk (aka Elle)…she puked all over herself right before bedtime. I gave her a bath. All nice and clean. New PJs. Pick her up. Puked again. All over both of us.

Basically, I quit. It had been ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ a ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ day ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ!

Theyโ€™re lucky they’re cute. And, I donโ€™t fault Leighton for her drama. I only fault the large one. ๐Ÿ˜œ

The next day L had another semi meltdown and I’ve noticed she’s been munching on her fists more and more. Then….I saw it.

A TOOTH?! A freaking TOOTH!!!

No wonder this poor nugget was losing her mind! I honestly thought she was way too young to be teething once I noticed the fist munching and drooling, but apparently I was wrong. K didn’t get a tooth until 10ish months. L obviously has the competitive gene. ๐Ÿ˜†

That smileeeee โค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ

This past week was slightly exhausting with all the “hurricane but no hurricane” uncertainty and trying to keep this kiddo entertained all day – but in between the moments of chaos and drama, Kens was a little angel that just wanted to snuggle and sit with me and hold and kiss her sister.

…and this is why we keep them.

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