Today I'll take a break from organizing posts and reflect on my love affair with being a mother. I love it! Yes sometimes I can get stressed out and want to hide in the laundry room... Wait not the laundry room, a bar... Yeah, sometimes I'd love to hide out in a bar. However most of the time I love it. I love how Little Bear reaches his arms up for me and his face lights up in the morning when I get him from his crib.
I love the conversations (using this word loosely) that I have with Munchkin. His personality is growing and developing everyday. Some times I crack up at the things he says... You know, the spit your food out kind. Last week I accidentally (on purpose) threw away a small piece from a happy meal toy. The next time he threw something out.. I was caught. He said, very lecturing like, "Mommy, dis does not go in dere." (he still hasn't mastered the "th" sound, which is a whole other thing I love).
Sometimes I worry about not having little infants anymore (at least for now), but I love each new stage and milestone of their lives. Little Bear is all over the place and getting into everything now. I think I have at least 20 minor heart attacks a day as he comes dangerously close to bumping is face or head... or worse. And the kid isn't even walking yet! But I love that he's so curious, and his new independence makes me smile.
I love the mega block sandwiches I get from Munchkin, and I gobble them happily. It's wonderful to see his imagination blossoming. He is growing into such a kind, imaginative, handsome (of course ;), and smart little boy. At times I just stare, thinking back to those days when his tiny hand barely fit around my finger... sigh/smile.
It warms me up inside to see my two boys playing and interacting with each other. I swear our home gets louder every day and I know this is only the beginning, and I'm loving (almost) every minute. While I love my babies, I look forward to what is to come. Not sure why I'm feeling so sappy, but it's the truth... and I'm sure I'm not alone.