Our sweet girl cuddles up against me and falls asleep, sighing sweetly. I should put her down but I just can't.
At the end of a long day, I try to tackle a few things around the house (like that huge mound of dishes in the sink) so I put her down in her swing; immediately she cries hysterically. I sigh and pick up my mama's girl and she just grins.
Teaching my three-year-old patience is seriously testing my own.
Without fail, he always needs something while I am trying to feed Ella. Getting him to wait patiently is almost impossible.
My son dumps a whole bowl of sugar in my lemon butter cookie dough.
He locks his bedroom door and shuts it from the outside.
From his mouth is a constant stream of "Mommy? Mommy? Mommy?" and "Why? Why? Why?"
He warms my heart with questions like, "How did Jesus make Texas?"
He gives me the best hugs.
My son sweetly talks to my baby daughter and kisses her head.
My sweet Ella smiles and smiles at me and “talks” away. She has so much to say. I wonder what she could tell us if we could understand her?
There is a “Rrrrrip, rrrrip” sound coming from the piano room. There are strips of coloring book pages all over the rug.
A three-hole-punch is opened and its full contents of little paper circles are emptied all over the floor.
He rips a page right out of a library book (but could that be our fault from quoting that line from the movie “Up?”)
As my son takes his bath we sing songs and play. He smells so good and looks so nice after his bath, I just want to hug him.
We drive to dinner at the home of some friends’. I have two plates of cookies in hand that start sliding around as Daddy turns sharp corners (we are a little late, as is common with two young kids). I express my concern over his driving. James, who tends to stand up for his mommy, worriedly and frantically yells at his Daddy for the rest of the drive to be careful of the cookies! We try not to laugh.
Nightly dinner-time battles with our picky eater leave us frazzled and exhausted. Especially when we are guests for dinner at the home of friends, and James whines throughout the meal.
Nightly bedtime prayers and scriptures recited by our little boy leave us grateful and humbled.
You can only hear “but Mommy…” so many times before you lose your cool.
Sometimes I need a time-out more than my son does. And sometimes I take one. Quiet time is also a must.
Constant needs, incessant whining, never-ending messes abound.
Cute faces, sweet smiles, simple prayers, loving siblings, good boy, adorable girl, happy home. It’s all worth it.
7 comments:
This is all sounding very familiar! :)
What cute, funny kids. How do you do it with two??
Haha! I think I could have written this. Isn't it funny how the second you are nursing they either need something right that second or try to do something to kill themselves? And I totally agree with you on how sweet it is to see the big bro dote on the little sis! I love it! You're kids are adorable!
Aww, your kids are cute! I'm impressed that you manage with two, and kindof scared to do it myself. :S I've heard that slings/moby-wraps/ring-slings help to be able to do housework while wearing the baby around, though I haven't tried it myself, but I haven't needed to yet either. Thanks for updating your blog with a little peek at how yall are doing.
Give me patience when little hands
Tug at me with ceaseless, small demands.
Give me gentle words and smiling eyes,
And keep my lips from hasty, sharp replies.
Then when, in years to come, my house is still,
Beautiful memories its rooms may fill.
Love you, Jen! You are a wonderful mommy!
You are right on. So tonight when you're exhausted, reread your post. And then tomorrow reread it again.
I read a post from a blog of a woman who has 7 children. She says her secret to her sanity is that EVERY night she spends time watching each of her children sleep. Thinking over the way they've blessed her life that day. I've tried it. And it does wonders.
Your children are beautiful. I'm so happy for you!
The third baby is so much easier just because the other two can play with each other.!
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