When does Daddy get home?

It is 12:45 and already Lillian has had one giant poop explosion, two baths, three outfit changes, ingested possibly poisonous foamy stuff, made the dog cry, made me cry, taken a bite out of a candle, has taken a bite out of me-the dangers of nursing a teething baby- , and has taken one forty minute nap. To say that this morning has been a tad hectic would be a bit of an understatement. But being a parent often means finding the fun in the chaos. Sometimes you just have to allow yourself to let go and not worry about the huge mess your child has made while eating, or the laundry you have not had time to get to, or the dog food that your daughter has pored all over the kitchen floor while you where unloading the dishwasher. Thankfully I have always enjoyed the craziness that children bring into your life, and even with days like today all I can think about it how wonderful it will be to have double this fun one day, maybe even triple! Lillian is just at that age where you cannot put her down without her getting into something and you cannot hold her because all she wants to do is crawl around and get into something. An obvious no win situation for either mommy or baby. Today I am just holding on to that glimmer of hope also know as the afternoon nap where I will have time to clean up, pick-up, eat, and hopefully get some kind of dinner plan together before Shaun gets home.