Good morning. It’s funny how my mornings simultaneously start earlier and later than usual. I get a morning wake up call from my favorite little nugget consistently around 3:30 am, and change, nurse and snuggle till about 4:00 – back to sleep until about 7 – then up and at it as soon as possible thereafter. Which is a really late start for me, I’m used to waking up around 5:00-5:30 but these days I also go to bed much later around11:30 opposed to like 10 the latest. Sleep is important, and rest is important when you are recovering even though I feel pretty good, when I over do something, I know it. We are head-over-heels in love with this little dude:
He is just a little angel. Very much like Evan. It’s funny, and I know time can change things. But everyone told me “good luck with number two, he will be crazy, unlike Evan.” I got this from all angles, but in my head I just kept positive. If I had a fussy baby, so be it. But once again I have a mellow one, just like daddy Hector. That doesn’t mean my days aren’t crazy though. Between him and Evan, I’m busy. I started this post over two days ago, it could take me all day to write – may never even get published. Two days ago when I started this post I – put the baby who started it with me nursing on the boppy into the rock and play went to touch his sweet sleeping face just to find him spitting up at that exact second. So naturally I dropped whatever I was doing and fixed that. Then my super sweet two year old woke up… He is now happily playing with legos in his room. Then I got side tracked and meant to hop back on here several times, but just never happened.
Like I said, we are recovering. We are finding our new groove, days are flying by and due to the weather I haven’t left the house too much. My babies have lots of warm fuzzy things but I can’t find any of my winter stuff, naturally. Side note, it is weird looking at the two carseats in the back seat.
Physically I feel pretty good. Everyday I daydream about yoga postures, the treadmill, lifting, and putting on a dvd. Each day though I sit down and things still hurt so I say – better hold off. It’s HARD but I just snuggle the little one or the big one and get lost in a book or recording on the DVR. I never get through a whole show, I think I’ve watched shows about 5 times and still not absorbed what happened. Everyone around me will agree – I am a baby hoarder. Sorry I’m not sorry, I cooked him, Evan got lots of snuggles, so this one will too (yesterday I WORE JEANS!! They fit! A bit snug, but ah that’s ok by me for now – today is round two if I can find the dark ones I want to wear or lulu wunder unders it is).
Today we have a bunch of things to accomplish. Groceries, Thanksgiving planning, and cuddling. Thanksgiving this year should be great, we have so much to be thankful for. I think my house might be decked out in Christmas gear by then. The snow and cold has me fast forwarding the season from browns and oranges to reds and greens.
I was chatting with Hector yesterday. We were listening to an awesome Pandora station and I was dancing with the baby because Evan was with Grandma Debbie (he is getting so spoiled over there!) and I felt so full, happy, content. It was a wonderful feeling – it’s been a very long time since I felt like that. Confident, happy, content – unbelievably grateful. I was MEANT to be a mom. I know what I’m doing, especially this time around. With Evan, I felt great but with this one, I know I can juggle both Evan and baby. I’m sure there will be hard days, but right now – I know this is EXACTLY where we should be. I’m so filled by that thought. I’m so happy. I don’t care if I get the stink eye from someone who thinks they know what is best for my baby or family – because I DO know what is best for them. Judgey mom wars, really won’t bother me at all – in fact I’ll stray away from that talk – I’m surrounded by supportive moms and family, and friends – that’s all I need. These boys:
Like I said. Recovery. Mentally, physically, emotionally. Each day is getting a bit better – this year will end on a high note.
Love – the Villas