Best of Times and Worst of Times

After having kids, other people who have kids always tell me, "enjoy it while you can because they grow up fast." We've had a hard time doing that in general because it's just so tough to deal with the day-in/day-out whining, crying, screaming, not eating, fussing, constipation, and lack of sleep. But sometimes, there are a few windows/moments of time where I truly sit back in my head and think, wow, I should try and remember this because it's so cute what they're doing and I just love them to death. It's true that when kids are little, they are very cute and once they get older, people tend to think back with fond memories about how innocent, fun, and precious they are. Yet, it's so hard to get though some of those days. Days where Elliot wakes up multiple times throughout the night screaming and consequently, we spend the next day trying to survive while the kids meltdown, whine, and/or cry because they didn't sleep well. Those days are filled with us yelling at them because we're irritated and bone-tired and my husband and I hardly talking to each other with the exception of barking a few one- to two-word phrases at each other: "What?! Milk! Feed Chloe!" The good days though, are filled with laughter, hysterical screams of joy, and the thought that we're lucky to have two cute, healthy, and intelligent little ones.