Orem Rules: Get Your Eyes Checked

Here's a little snippet from our life as we are getting ready to haul ourselves across the country and then to some as-yet-to-be-determined location around the globe. The unspecified nature of the thing makes the planning difficult, but there will always be laundry regardless of the unknowns. Which is almost  comforting. Almost.

Here you can see we have created a laundry, baby and toddler containment device otherwise known as a bed with a pillow wall. I am sad and quite ashamed to admit that it didn't work, at least not for long. Also please note the Maggie smile on display here (as it is regularly). This baby has love and mischief in her soul I believe. You can see it quite plainly there.

Next in our day comes the arduous task of dressing the baby, interrupted for feedings and an attempt to capture the hair of said baby in digital format. The mohawk is something we are always striving to achieve here.  The documentation of this hair update was quite the undertaking and since no single picture could do it justice, obviously I made a collage. Obviously.

Post afternoon nap we were off to the eye doctor. Who knows where we will be later this year and who knows if they will have optometrists in plentiful supply. They definitely won't have the one your husband has been seeing since he was a teen. Eye doctor visits require a fully loaded diaper bag and this is new diaper bag is serious business let me tell you. All locked and loaded for every eventuality. A babysitter would have been more practical but pshaw! who doesn't take two kids to the eye doctor?

While at the eye doctor Maggie discovered her love of the camelbak bottle. Her sister at least waited until she was almost mobile to discover my bottle. Sigh, I can already see a long road ahead of me training another child not to steal my bottle. Forget potty training, the preservation of a water bottle for my sole usage is my greatest parenting struggle. No I will not share!

And last, but definitely not least, let us all revel in those cheeks! Those cheeks though! Maggie has been sick and so I see more of the late night cheeks than perhaps I would like.  I take pictures to try and remember the sheer perfection that is my baby's cheeks and I feel much better about the situation. One day they will all sleep without me.

That's what I hear anyway.