6 Months

Brynleigh is 6 months old today. In the past 6 months I have learned so much from becoming a mother of two.

I have learned that my patience grows thinner at times, the house gets messier, the noise gets louder, the sleepless nights return, the crying is continous, the need for attention grows stronger, jealousy arises and the love grows stronger.

In the past 6 months my kids have taught me to slow down. Enjoy the moments that I won't get back when they are teenagers and don't want to have anything to do with me. I am making an effort to enjoy the minutes that my son wants me to read to him, or the moments when my daughter doesn't want anyone else except for me, because secretly inside I love that sometimes only Mommy can comfort her, for I know the phase won't last long. My kids have taught me to smile more and frown less.

I hope that the next 6 months we are able to teach one another more. We not only teach our childern life lessons, but they teach us as well, just in their own secret ways!

Night Nights

I love putting our son to bed.

It wasn't always like this though. We have been through many struggles during bedtime. From getting to sleep in his own crib when he was an infant, to learning how to stay in his big boy bed and go to sleep. But we have made it through all of that to get to a point where I look forward to bedtime. Not only because it means I finally get a little bit of Mommy time before his little sister wakes up, but because it is just him and I spending some quiet time together.

I love when he runs up the stairs after he has decided which moose he is going to take to bed with him that night (they are identical by the way so I can wash one if it gets too gross and he can still have one) and he squeals with delight knowing that I am right behind him. He runs into our room (yes our room, he starts out in our bed, then I carry him back to his before we go to bed and then he comes back to our bed around 2:00am) he hurls himself onto the bed and says "book, book, book" repeatedly, until I have chosen a book to read that night. I climb in beside him and he curls up nice and close beside me so he can see the pictures. And we just sit there, just him and I and nothing else exists at that point and time.

When I am done I climb out of our bed and get my kiss goodnight from him. He pulls the blankets up nice and high so the only thing you can see is his face and his moose right beside him. I walk out the door and stop and turn and say "night nights Logan" and I stand there for a minute and listen carefully for the quiet voice "night nights Mama" and my day is complete!