Life has been a bit on the busy side. I used to think that having two kids was easier than having one. Then yesterday, I had just one of the kids, and I realized, nope—one is definitely easier. In the last four months, Baby Girl has started laughing and babbling. She's learning to eat pureed food and follow people with her smiling eyes across the room. She's an absolute joy. (Except at 2a, but that just comes with the territory.)
Toddler Boy has developed a very active imagination. His trucks now have story lines and one is always "dribing home." He's very observant, and like every 2-year-old boy, listens to every word we say and repeats it. This boy has my heart, and he knows it. Between the "I lub you back!" and "I missed you, Mommy!" ... I am in trouble. And so are all your daughters.
In the midst of all the gushing, real life exists. Baby Girl is trying to get a grip on this whole growing thing. She requires more food than her brother did (which means I'm very tired), and her teething is doing a number on her ... and our sanity. But I'm enjoying the snuggles in between the eardrum-bursting, no-sleep-granting screech fests.
On the stage that is my life, this is my favorite act yet. Sometimes money is tight. Sometimes (most of the time) there's sleep deprivation. Sometimes there's distraction. Sometimes there's frustration. And when I feel like I'm having a hard time hanging on, there's laughter, dancing, a hug, a coo, and a nightly concert by my favorite boy.
So when I'm not working, cooking, grocery shopping, tidying up, doing laundry, changing diapers, going going going, I'm learning from little ones what it means to live. And I'm finding peace in the fact that neither of them yet know that life really is hard, that evil exists, and sometimes it's hard to find your song. I pray he never loses his song. Because sometimes, he sings for us all.
In other news, I've been working out fairly consistently. I'm now 1.8 lbs. away from my pre-second-child weight and first goal! I started Insanity (for real) last night. I'm ready to kick it into high gear! (Though truth be told, yesterday I took more water breaks than one probably should during a work out.) Here goes.
Toddler Boy has developed a very active imagination. His trucks now have story lines and one is always "dribing home." He's very observant, and like every 2-year-old boy, listens to every word we say and repeats it. This boy has my heart, and he knows it. Between the "I lub you back!" and "I missed you, Mommy!" ... I am in trouble. And so are all your daughters.
In the midst of all the gushing, real life exists. Baby Girl is trying to get a grip on this whole growing thing. She requires more food than her brother did (which means I'm very tired), and her teething is doing a number on her ... and our sanity. But I'm enjoying the snuggles in between the eardrum-bursting, no-sleep-granting screech fests.
On the stage that is my life, this is my favorite act yet. Sometimes money is tight. Sometimes (most of the time) there's sleep deprivation. Sometimes there's distraction. Sometimes there's frustration. And when I feel like I'm having a hard time hanging on, there's laughter, dancing, a hug, a coo, and a nightly concert by my favorite boy.
So when I'm not working, cooking, grocery shopping, tidying up, doing laundry, changing diapers, going going going, I'm learning from little ones what it means to live. And I'm finding peace in the fact that neither of them yet know that life really is hard, that evil exists, and sometimes it's hard to find your song. I pray he never loses his song. Because sometimes, he sings for us all.
In other news, I've been working out fairly consistently. I'm now 1.8 lbs. away from my pre-second-child weight and first goal! I started Insanity (for real) last night. I'm ready to kick it into high gear! (Though truth be told, yesterday I took more water breaks than one probably should during a work out.) Here goes.
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