What a strange day. It started off so well. Spencer woke up in a magnificent mood. He was just crazy happy. Rachel was standing at the crib rail with a smile on. We went to drop off Mike and Spencer to get Mike's car, but the place wasn't open so we ended up all going to speech therapy. Miss Jen told me that Spencer won't say the p sound for some reason and I realized it's true. At home he now says bubby instead of puppy and o-en instead of open. The good part about it though was that instead of freaking out, I'm just more convinced than ever that he's not going to talk until he's ready and we are just wasting time and money trying to push him. We will keep wasting it though ;o). So we got home and all was good until naptime. Rachel would not go down. I gave her a bottle and put her back in bed. She only drank like 3 ounces. I gave her Tylenol too. She cried for 45 minutes. I was so torn becuase my frustration level was so high, I didn't dare go get her, but I felt awful leaving her crying. She finally fell asleep for a whole 20 minutes. She woke up crying. I gave her some food, another bottle, etc and she was still whining. I felt/still feel like my head was going to explode from the headache. I put her in her crib and told Mike to go get her. He did and she, of course, was content in daddy's arms. Then Spencer wakes up (from her screaming, so he's cranky). I tried to get him to say up, which he was said hundreds of times before and all he would say was uh. He's got the word, he just won't say the p part. I tried to emphasize it in other words like please and jeep. He said it a couple of times, but not consistently. Crazy kid.

So Rachel crying and whining sent me down. I couldn't deal with either kid. They were both cranky so I wouldn't/couldn't leave Mike with them, though he did offer to stay home while I went out for a while. Then he started getting frustrated which didn't help me feel better. Anyway, everyone finally got to bed.

We were trying to get the house clean for this big playgroup tomorrow and I don't think we did a very good job. It's not filthy, it wasn't filthy when we started. It's just that the baseboard look like, well, they look like we have two small children and two large dogs and I don't have time to wipe them down ever. Hopefully no one will notice things like that. And if they do and the judge me for it, then they are not people I want to be friends with anyway. Everybody does the best they can with what they've got and that's what Im doing too.