So why is it that after you become a mom it doesn't take much to excite you, cause you to tear up at the wierdest and sometimes grossiest things, and the littlest things make you the proudest. 9 months ago I would have told you I didn't think I was going to survive raising two children, now granted I am no where near being done yet, but wow what joy it is having two children and yes even having two children 19 months apart.
I just got them both tucked snugly into bed after a good 20 minutes of crawling around chasing each other, roaring like Sully in Monsters Inc. At one point our beautiful Danica stopped the chase rolled over on her back looked in my eyes and said "we are having fun!" That is priceless, so small, but so meaningful to a working mom who sometimes feels like all we get done is putting food in our bellies and shuffling from one spot to the next. On Tuesday night I actually started tearing up when my 2 year old asked me to go to the bathroom with her, we read a Golf magazine, and she, by her own will, pooped in the potty. Yes, I teared up. There is no parenting book or magazine out there that prepares you for that moment when they finally get it--Danica, knock on wood, has had no potty accidents all week, none, not one. It is true, so many moms have told me, one day they just wake up and get it. Gross to find joy in a toddler smelly poop, yes. Weird that it makes me sad because my baby girl is truly becoming a little girl, I doubt it.
Jasper....9 months old, eating our dinners now, getting 4 teeth at this moment to bring his grand total to 6. He loves to play with trucks and cars, giggles when you play peek a boo, and is beginning to enjoy books a bit more. He has his 9 month check up on Tuesday and we are all eager to here our "little guys" stats.
It is the little things that mean the most, the little tug on the back of your legs from your youngest pulling up to get a little closer to you, the simple words "your supper is yummy" from a toddler who just the night before wouldn't touch the food on her plate, the little kiss a sister give her brother just because and the peaceful moments of reflection each evening after they are safely tucked in.......so you won't forget.
