we check the shower for syrup bottles

The kids are now 16 months and 8 months old. My daughter is very interested in stacking things; her favorites include wooden candlesticks and whatever food she can pull out of the pantry cupboard to relocate before we stop her.  My son is rolling all over the place and is pretty satisfied with this mode of transportation, however he often can be found in a push up position staring at a toy and in this way seems to be meditating on the idea of crawling. They are both cute and smart and I am very proud of them.

The complete exhaustion and regular bouts of crying (well, MY regular bouts anyway) have gone.  There are days that are difficult, obviously, but it isn't an all consuming see saw of bottles and diapers anymore, although there are still TONS of bottles and diapers, don't get me wrong.  There are just larger gaps between them and, where bottles are concerned, less of a need for my involvement in holding &/or picking it up repeatedly as it keeps slipping away.

At 16 months, my daughter has matured enough that I can trust her to stay in the same room with the baby if I go do something crazy like fix lunch or move the laundry around.  I often find my son with one of his cloth books, a sock, or something else random that his sister has given to him while I was gone which makes him super happy. He laughs. She laughs at his laugh, he laughs at her laugh... and we just have a house full of giggles until one of them pukes or drops something loud.

Everyone asks how they are together, and the simple answer is that I expect they will be great pals and loving siblings as they grow up because they make each other very happy even now.

So the flip side to all of this lovely joy is that I've been diagnosed with degenerative disc disease, which basically means a couple of the cushy discs between my vertebrae have gone south and it hurts a lot.  I'm in physical therapy in an attempt to train my back to use other parts of my spine more and the bum discs spot (in my lower thoracic area) less. This training also hurts, so all told, i'm in a lot of pain pretty much all of the time (as opposed to before I started PT, when I was mostly only in pain when I hadn't moved much like first thing in the morning).  I'm hoping this all works out soon because I'd love to play on the floor with my kids and you know... not cry when I have to unexpectedly lean over for a long time... like if there is a diaper explosion while my son sleeps and I have to try to clean him up while containing to poo AND not waking him up since it is, let's say, 4 am and he finally just went to sleep before his diaper suddenly stopped containing what he was putting in it. blink.

I'm so lucky my husband is so involved and willing to step in at night.  Really, he does essentially all of the post-midnight baby stuff before getting up super early and heading to work. Because our 8 month old still sleeps like a 3 month old- even requiring a few night time feedings- my husband is really remarkable to do this. Particularly because my back is most painful in the night and I get kind of cussy when I'm both sleepy and in pain...  as it turns out. :-/