This is a whole new groove.
As we left the house, ironically to go for a walk around the block, I felt like I was forgetting something.
Kid one. Check.
Kid two. Check.
Whatever. We were just going for a walk.
At one point Porkchop started to fuss. As I fiddled with the sling and his bottle getting him set up for a feeding I was reminded.
And I went home to change my clothes for the third time.
One of these days Mommy is going to get it together and we'll measure our productivity in terms greater than the number of times we change our clothes or ounces pumped. Except Scrunch. She measures her success in how many times she can disrobe and take out her ponies before Mom notices again.
We may not be blogging, sewing, or cleaning but we are getting dressed every day.