A sleeping baby is the best but I will take a drowsy baby too.
Friday, September 27, 2013
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Happy Mommy Moments
I'll be honest, I love my little girl, but adjusting to life with two children under the age of 16 months has not been easy for me - mentally, emotionally or physically. But even while I trudge through the haze of newborn days, life is still happy in the Marler abode. Here are a few reminders of why I love being a mom.
- Wee Boy still likes being carried down the stairs in the morning to breakfast and I am still happy to oblige which means carrying him in one arm and Cheeks in the other. For some reason, I love this. Especially since it brings so much obvious joy to the boy child to come running into my open arm.
- I absolutely love the funny faces Cheeks makes, generally as she is waking up. Sometimes she's a frog, sticking her tongue out, sometimes she's a monkey with her arms in the air. From her surprised look to her perplexed expression, I really do love my baby.
- Our bed is a little tall and Wee Boy has finally figured out how to climb up onto it. So now when I am sitting in bed feeding Cheeks, he will come with book in hand for me to read to him. I love our little trio snug on my bed together.
- I love daydreaming about what sort of relationship the two of them will have in the next six and twelve months as well as six to twelve years.
- I think I mentioned this before, but one of the manifestations of Wee Boy's frustration with sharing his mommy time has been to become a lot more cuddly. Cuddles from a previously non-cuddler absolutely warms my heart.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Grandma's Little Buddy
My wonderful mother came up this past week to take care of me and my son while I rested and loved on my little Bitty Girl. She was amazing. I couldn't have made it through the week without her. And now she has a new little buddy in Wee Boy. These two were inseparable as they gallivanted around buying new clothes, frequenting lunch establishments, getting hair cuts, and just being pals.
But while I loved their togetherness, I had to hold my tongue as much as possible when I came down to breakfast to see my child covered in chocolate milk and chocolate breakfast cereal, It's a cute image don't get me wrong. Isn't he the picture of a silly and happy little boy, complete with the chocolate marshmallow stuck to his face right next to his eye? But while I have been known to feed my child sugar, there is and always will be a great discrepancy between mama diets and grandma diets - something I believe my sweet mother takes some amount of joy in.
I'm just sorry for the pain my child faced on Saturday as he went through detox.
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