Someone told me the other day that going from no baby to one feels like one. Going from one baby to two feels like 20. I'm beginning to think that's right.
So much laundry, spit up on all of my clothes, living on "naps" instead of long stretches of actual sleep, a toddler that tantrums on a moments notice and a two hour prep just to get out the door to get groceries. Every day is a new challenge and I'm trying to learn to embrace it instead of walking around feeling defeated (which, let's face it, happens often). Because in the quiet moments, when HUT is being sweet and the baby is nuzzled on top of me sleeping soundly, I feel pretty damn lucky. And I also realize that these moments really are fleeting. Because they grow so quickly and before I know it they are going to have minds of their own and fierce desires for independence (if they are anything like their mama). And then they'll be gone - not forever, but from everyday.
So as Ellie started up crying for the bazillionth time last night, and HUT decided he'd join along, I couldn't help but get the giggles. So THIS is the madness that all of these parents have been talking about for so long.
It's definitely not rainbows and butterflies and the U and I have so much more to learn along the way since we are pretty new at this 2-kiddo gig, but it's already proving to be a rewarding challenge.
Here's to hoping that tonight we'll have a toddler in his bed and a baby snoozing soundly for a decent span of time so we can all get a little shuteye.
Oh, and Ellie found her smile, which has definitely perked us all up around here. :)