It's been a busy few months getting settled as a family of four. It's hard to believe that today marks five months since little T came into our lives. He still feels brand new and I am still getting to know him every day. The more I learn, the more I love. It feels like he has always been a part of this family. When I hear him wake in the morning, I run to him. I salvage all of the time alone that I can possibly find with him. He is such a happy little person and smiles the moment you look at him. He's starting to talk, coo and make raspberries. He's also at the age where he will grab my hair and pull my face into his drooly, little grin and slobber all over my chin. I'm loving every moment but there are times I realize how quickly the time is going. It seemed to go so much more slowly the first time around.
Five months old!
Rosie is the best with him and she loves to be around him. His little eyes follow her wherever she goes. I catch her patting his head and talking to him... Sometimes REALLY patting his head until it makes a sound. She also loves to climb up and in his crib. I recently walked into his room to get him since I could here him babbling away in the monitor after his nap. There she was, laying right next to him, giving him a big squeeze.
Just yesterday, T was hanging in his exersaucer happy as could be. I turned the corner and heard him gag and cough a couple of times. I run into the living room and find him puking the entire bottle I just fed him. "What the heck just happened?!" I yell to myself. Behind me, I hear, "Oh, he just wanted to try some cheerios." And there is Rose armed with a teaspoon from tea set, filled with Cheerios which I assume she shoved directly into the back of his mouth.
It's moments like these that make me cry with laughter about the insanity of it all. I'm tested on a daily basis. And while it is true that it is the toughest job that I've ever had, it is by far the best and most incredibly rewarding. The smile on my face never goes away. I'm still learning and growing along with these two little people. It surprises me how much I change, how much I evolve with each passing year. While I don't think that everyone is cut out to be a parent, I do feel it is pretty incredible the kind of person that you transform into the moment that brand new baby is put into your arms. I'm proud of us as parents. And I love our little family.
I'm really glad that all of my anxieties about bringing another baby into our family have completely dissipated. I was so worried about Rose and how this would change her as a little girl. I didn't want her to feel slighted or neglected. All in all, she has adjusted incredibly well. There are moments when I feel she does know that she has to share me and Daddy, and she isn't thrilled about it. We have gone over and above to give her some of her own time with each of us. It makes all of the difference in the world.
Sometimes it is a simple as the three of us jumping in our big bed to get under the covers on a quiet Saturday morning. Telling stories, singing songs, hiding from monsters and giggling. Even just telling her how smart, beautiful and special she is. The other day she squished my cheeks between her little hands and said, "Oh Mommy. You are so boooo-tiful."
What I love most about Rosie, is that she is not afraid of anything. She is so confidant! Swimming, dancing in front of a crowd of people or even telling me how she feels about something. I love that I can talk to her and attempt to reason with her little two-year old mind about things. It helps to make things more exciting and more important to her. She is super smart, talkative and attentive. It is a really remarkable thing to see. But it also makes for some serious foot stomping and temper tantrums.
We tackled potty training over the last few weeks. I don't know what it is, but I was so incredibly intimidated to try it. I dreaded it, probably because I have absolutely no experience with it. But just like everything else in Motherhood, you just need to jump in with both feet and do it. It's been going pretty well and Rosie took to it pretty quickly. It could be the Tinkerbell, Doc McStuffins and Minnie panties.
There are times where she just does not want to do it. We went through a 48 hour period where she declared, "No, I'm not doing that today. Just give me a diaper." And then proceeded to pee all over our household. Can you spell L-Y-S-O-L? I have a feeling it is going to be a work in progress for quite sometime. I haven't changed a poopie diaper from her in over a month. There is something pretty great about that. Though... that doesn't mean I haven't had to clean it up once or twice. One afternoon she came to me and said, "Oh no! There is something on the floor in there. You better hurry and clean that up!" Hysterical and horrifying all in one.
Our best week so far was the one spent up at our rented beach house in Biddeford, ME. A full seven days of Mommy and Daddy and no work. Just beach, playtime, swimming, sandcastles, long walks on the beach, ice creams multiple times a day. It was just heaven! Rosie is a little fishy and a beach bum. I wouldn't have it any other way.
"I'm Swimming!"
T Man is getting used to the beach. It was a new experience for him but something tells me he will be right there running after his sister next year.
So far, summer with two little ones has been pretty awesome. Our family is busy and constantly on the move. There isn't a day that goes by that we aren't doing something entertaining... hitting a park, a beach, a pool, the city. I'm up to my ears in baby wipes, over flowing diaper bags, cheerios and goldfish crumbs, drool, spit up and diapers. There is play-doh forever ingrained into my kitchen table. Stray crayons on the living room floor, picture books, tutus and puzzle pieces everywhere. Daily life is just craziness and I'm totally exhausted half of the time.
I've never been so happy.
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