It's official, I AM crazy.

Don't ask me what I was thinking, because I'm still not quite sure but... we got a puppy! A little salt & pepper miniature schnauzer, a boy and we named him Jax.

He really is the cutest thing I have seen since Ry was born ;)

However, we had our first mishaps with him this morning. We came home from the grocery store and opened the bathroom door to find a tiny pile of poo that he had stepped in and smeared all over the bathroom floor. It was pretty gross.

As I was unloading groceries from the car, Kenna announced she had to pee but that she wasn't going anywhere near his poo. I came inside and Kenna said "He peed in my room, too! A LOT!" 

No, she peed in her room on the floor. Then tried to blame it on Jax, thinking she would get away with it.

Whew, I have my hands full.

Bravery = Insanity.

I thought I'd be brave today. Turns out I'm just insane.

The girl's both had well check ups with the doctor and when J said he would try to get out of work to come with me, I told him no, it was fine and I would be able to handle it.

Well I was right about one thing... I did handle it. But really, did I have any other choice? I left the doctor's office with a screaming 2 month old, a whiny, crying 3 year old and a really pissed off 5 year old. Not to mention I was practically in tears myself.

Between the hour of waiting (while trying to keep three kids entertained), the 50 questions from my wonderful Kenna, the screaming match between Gavin and Kenna, the 4 vaccines Ryleigh had to get and the 10 trips to the potty... I didn't even remember the questions I had for the doctor. I did not see how much my 2 month old weighs, nor remember to find out before I left; I was just happy to be getting out of there.

I will never make that trip alone again. Lesson learned: Don't turn down help with 3 kids. Always accept.