A day in the life of a mother of two

Favorite Matthew quote of the day:
Standing with his hand on the handle of a toy shopping cart filled with plastic food, he proclaimed in a dramatic, faux-announcer voice, "Prepare to dump and be amazed!"

Funniest and messiest moment of the day:
As I sat down to feed Nolan (again), Matthew decided to bring his big Lego box downstairs to the basement to play. I asked if he needed help, since he's still a little guy and the box is pretty hefty. He declined assistance, yelling out confidently, "I'm just going to do it like this!" Much noise followed. He had throw the box down ahead of him. It broke open and the box and all of its tiny 405 pieces bounced down the stairs. Matthew thought it was the funniest thing ever. I decided to join in and laugh too. Sometimes you just have to.

Mommy-est moment of the day:
I have been wanting to dye my hair for over two weeks now. But I can never find a spare moment. I bought the Perfect 10 brand, thinking anyone can find a spare ten minutes in a day. Can't they?

Today Matthew seemed to be taking a nap and Nolan was down for the count, so I giddily claimed the moment for self-pampering. I ran downstairs and began squirting red dye on my head as fast as I could. (The mom-of-a-newborn version of pampering). When I was about two-thirds complete, Nolan whimpered and cried a high-pitched wail like he was in distress. I ran to check on him, mid-dye with messy gloves and drippy hair. He was okay, but hungry. I ran back to the bathroom and quickly finished the application and checked the clock. 3:37. The countdown began. Ten minutes to grab Nolan, make his bottle, feed him, burp him and then jump in the shower to rinse out the dye. Cue the dramatic music. Things were going pretty well until I heard crashing around upstairs.

I ran upstairs to find Matthew tripping over things, in a panic because he couldn't find me. Then things got really interesting. He had to poop. So I got him on the potty, while feeding Nolan and keeping an eye on the clock -- visions of crispy, green hair flitting through my mind.

In the end, I made it to the shower after 13 minutes. My hair survived. So did the kids. However, I did conclude that, perhaps, 10 minute hair color isn't exactly a mommy's best friend.