My week so far

I would like it say that is has been one of those days. But every day is one of those days.
First I get up 7 ish. Keith (Papa) brings in a cup of milk for Bubba T (Thomas). I then feed Emily and then shortly I am joined, if he has not already climbed into bed with me some time in the middle of the night by Bubba T. So every body is having their morning milk. Then I turn on the TV, Noggin and GMA, switching back and forth.
Meanwhile it is time to change everyone's diapers. Papa kisses everyone bye for the day.
I love my life & my children. So don't take this the wrong way, but let me say that I hate to be touched. Thomas on the other hand loves to touch me. Ever since he was a tiny little baby. He always rubbed his little hand on me. When he drinks milk, juice, water , or any liquid at all, he must touch me and rub me. Mostly the arm. When he is tired his hand moves into my shirt sleeve and some how into my armpit or the most sensitive (and fat) part of my arm and then he pinches me. He doesn't know that it hurts, it's just his "comfort" thing.
So in the morning, all with bed head, picture me, nursing Emily and Thomas at my side drinking milk and rubbing me.
Now that I have explained the rubbing thing. I'll finish my day.
After milk & diaper duty every one gets dressed. Emily goes back to sleep. I make breakfast for Thomas, and I run and jump, quick like a bunny, into the shower. By the time I am done, Thomas has checked on me twice and is waiting for his tooth brush. We brush together.
By 9 am on every other Monday and every Tuesday we are out the door. Monday is MOPS (Mothers of Pre-Schoolers)
Tuesday is CBS (Community Bible Study) We are studying the book of Luke.
Thomas loves to play with all his little friends.
By 11:30 were all back on the car, by the first light Thomas is asleep. Emily is usually crying. She does not like to travel, totally opposite from her brother.
At home I put Thomas in his big boy bed for his nap.
Then feed Emily.
Then myself.
finally at about 1pm Emily falls asleep.
By 1:30, sometimes 2 pm Thomas wakes up. That gives me a 1/2 to 1 hour window to read email, go to the bathroom by myself, do dishes, pay bills, get a glass of water, look for what I lost that morning and breath.
Thomas gets to watch one movie after nap time. Veggie Tales, The Wiggles, Baby Praise or Baby Einstein. He also gets to eat a snack with his movie.
By the time the movie is over, Emily is awake and on a good day we go out back to play.
By 3:30 we are back in the house to start dinner. Yes I know that it's early, but we like to eat by 6. And yes it does take me that long to make dinner. With a million interruptions, it takes almost an hour to boil water, that is on a good day.
I listen to Oprah while doing my stuff. Poor Thomas is going to think that Oprah is apart of our family. He sees her everyday.
By 5:30 Everyone is hungry and crying. I start to feed Emily and count down until Papa comes home. He is usually home by 6. We eat, Emily willing, me too.
6:30 to 7pm is when the fun begins. Colic!
Oh, that is just gas, you might be thinking, well, let me tell you, if it is my poor baby should have exploded weeks ago.
She starts to cry, scream, turn red in the face, the tears run, the back arches, the fists clench and she pushes you away from her. Then her little voice starts to horse as she cries. My heart breaks. I have and still continue to try Gripe Water, Colic Tablets, all the clamming teas in Whole Foods, Tylenol, Beer (I drank it, not her) I cut out all caffeine, dairy and gassy veggies. Yet she cries EVERY night at the same time.
Keith & I take shifts. Singing, bouncing, walking , rocking, talking and swaying to calm her. Meantime, one of us gets Thomas in the bath. Once he is in the tub we put Emily in her little tub. She really likes her warm bath. She's quiet. :)
It lasts about 10 minutes. Then she is ready to get out. It's about 8-8:30 by now and my head is pounding.
Keith & I take turns and we read a couple books each with Thomas, and say prayers and he goes to bed in the big boy bed. (Remember when he was just a tiny little guy, he's growing up so fast.)
Keith gets Emily duty while I take a nice hot & long shower. After Emily eats and then between 10 and 11 pm she stops and goes to sleep until 7 ish the next morning.
So that was the last two days. Hope you are looking forward to the other five!! I know I am. This Colic is supposed to stop at 3 or 4 months. So I am counting down the days. She's 11 weeks now by Sunday she'll be 12 wks and maybe she'll stop, and if not only 4 more to go! :-)
If you know of any thing that I have not tried, I am open to suggestions.