So... I predicted this, to an extent. When my life is busy, full, and exciting; I tend not to sit down and record it. Now, we have two boys, three if you count the dog. (Which we sometimes do, he needs care, feeding, and love, too!) Being mom to two is different, but so unbelievably cool. I sleep less, but function fine. (I think there is an excellent biological design that allows new parents to do what has to be done, and survive, even enjoy those times which may not appear to be all fun.) Even with the middle of the night feedings, and that cry that is directly connected to my central nervous system responses; I know that I will miss this when it is over. It will be exciting when the little brother is moving and doing things on his own, playing with his big bro; but that time when Mommy is food and solace for everything is precious and indescribable. It is powerful. When your kid's face lights up at the sight of you, there is a joy unlike any other.
The big boy is a source of continuous amazement. He is so darn smart. He is growing up so fast, and such a sweet and thoughtful child. He is a toddler, and is learning about control and independence. But even as he does, it is phenomenal to see him learning, growing. Potty training is - well, training. He does well when he wants to. But he has to want to. I confess that while pregnant and immediately post partum, it was a lower priority for us, and he seems to be progressing almost despite my encouragement for that window. He loves to build things, he loves fire trucks, and says the most entertaining things. We went to ride Thomas the train a few weeks ago - THAT was fun!
