It's been so long since I've updated this blog that I thought that google may have just deleted the whole thing. But, it's still here and I am going to make one last attempt to keep this thing going. I do have a good excuse......the transition from one child to two has been a challenge. Spare time and the ability to form a coherent sentence have not come easy. I'm still not sleeping...but amazingly enough you get used to it. Someday sleep will come..... I had a thought this morning on my way home from dropping Lauren off at preschool. In those first few moments of dropping her off I seem to have a peacefulness that envelopes me. In those moments I do my best thinking. I was reflecting on that morning.....Both Lauren and Grady decided to wake up at 5am. 5am is the middle of the night to me. I brought both of them in bed with me thinking that I could put them back to sleep...latch Grady on to my boob, and convince Lauren that it truly is the middle of the night. Didn't work. They were so excited to see each other they became wide awake and started laughing and smiling at each other. Mommy...not so much. I looked at the clock and couldn't believe that both my kids were wide awake. So, in my peaceful moment this morning I reflected on my 5am wake up call. I realized that in 15 years or so, I can imagine that I would walk over hot coals to have that moment back. Both my kids cuddled up in the crook of my arms, happy and smiling, safe and sound. As my days seem to get more trying and difficult, I am really working on living in the moment and staying positive. I need to do this not only for myself, but for my kids. So, as I argue with my 3 yo old (and usually lose) about the necessity of a coat and drag myself out of bed in the middle of the night to feed my growing baby, I'll try to remember that these precious times will not be here forever. And in 10, 15, 20 years.....I'll wish that I could wake up at 3am to nurse my baby and wish that I could have my 3yo explain to me why it's a good idea to have m&m's for breakfast.
