Just Another Day in Paradise

Last week I completed my first full week at home with the girls. It was a good week, but both Evie and Cora had colds, so we couldn't do our normal weekly events. This meant that I had to do some creative entertaining at home. By the time Chris came home from work on Friday, I was ready for the weekend and to have more hands to help.
That evening we had to eat dinner quickly because we were going to visit some friends. And of course, right in the middle of Chris getting everything on the table, Cora spit up all over me- it was everywhere. No time to shower, so I quickly changed and went downstairs to eat. But little baby didn't want to be put down. She wanted to be held upright (reflux issues), so I held her while eating dinner, and Chris took care of the 2 year old who was more interested in spilling her milk and dumping her food on her tray than actually eating. And since we were already pushing to get dinner done quickly, we were a little stressed about the lack of obedience in our children! :) They always seem to know when we're in a rush!
Just as we were both about to throw up our hands in surrender, Chris looked at me with this sympathetic look on his face, and said, "Oh honey," while pulling at the tag on my shirt. It was inside out. At that moment, we both just started laughing. Laughing so hard that we were crying. And the song that came into my head at that moment was this one.
Yes, life is definitely harder with two girls. There's more thinking ahead, more crying to appease, more creativity required, and every little thing takes so much longer to get done. And Chris and I now have even less time just to spend with each other and less alone time (wait, what is that again?). But we wouldn't trade it for anything. We love our two girls like crazy. They make us laugh so much, even the 1 month old who has no sense of humor yet still gives us a chuckle. And despite the hectic days and sleepless nights, we love our life.
Yes, sometimes when I walk with our huge double stroller through our quaint pedestrian village wearing my post-maternity Target clothes (because who wants to spend a lot of money on clothes that you hope you're only in for a couple months), with my hair up in a ponytail, huffing and puffing cause my lung capacity isn't quite what it used to be, I get a little envious of the women that I see leisurely eating their lunches at the sidewalk cafes in their trendy clothes and hair perfectly done. But those envious moments last only a second when my sweet little Evie looks up at me and says, "Mommy, cookie at Harris Teeter?"
"Yes, honey, you were such a big helper to me today, so we're getting a cookie at Harris Teeter."
"Dank you, Mommy."
It is a good life.