My Darling Boy

Two years a go, my baby was almost a leap year baby.

Two years a go, my baby was almost born on the side of the expressway in a blizzard.

Two years a go, he changed my life completely.

Two years later, my little boy is two.

WHAT?!?!?

I know, time flew by, right?

*sigh* My beautiful, sweet, kind, caring little baby.

He has the best giggle and the most adorable smile.

His dimples and toothy grin make me melt.

When he hears a sound from another room, he shouts, very gruffly, "That?"

When he has an idea, which is very often, he puts his finger up under his chin and says, "Hmmm."

He has on knock, knock joke and it makes me laugh every time.

When he's sleepy, he climbs up in my lap and folds his hands right under his chin.

He defiantly tells everyone, "MY MAMA", and clutches me around the neck.

He throws things.

Well, he throws everything.

He colors on my wall.

And floor.

He gets mad at me, yells, "NO!" wagging his finger in my face, running to his room and slamming the door, and then I hear him emptying bins of toys on the ground.

He knows that makes me crazy.

He climbs on everything.

And everyone.

He's constantly putting things in his mouth.

Especially anything that has gluten in it.

Which is bad, considering he is a gluten-free kid.

He drives me crazy sometimes, and I really wonder how we will make it through these crazy toddler years.

Then he curls up in my lap and kisses me on the cheek and smiles at me, and my heart melts, and I pray that these crazy toddler years go by very, very slowly.

Minus the throwing things. That one I can do without.

Happy 2nd birthday, my darling boy. I love you more than I can ever describe!

Oh Time, Please Slow Down!

The Baby Boy has a new habit of climbing on the back of the couch and lounging across the cushion.

I'm sitting on the couch watching The Princess play on the floor and I hear a very soft, very sweet, "Mama?" whispered in my ear.

I look over my shoulder and there he is, my baby, resting his cheek on his hand, flashing his best smile and showcasing those adorable dimples.

My heart skipped a beat.

My baby boy turns 2 in eleven days.

He has made my life so much more than I ever imagined it could be. I was so deeply in love with his sister, I was confused how the dynamic of adding a second child to our family would change things.

Oh my. It was one of the best things we ever did.

He's amazing.

Mama rambles at all hours of the night!

Some days I want to rip my hair out and lock myself in the bathroom and cry.

To be honest, some days I DO lock myself in the bathroom and cry.

But some days, I realize how absolutely lucky and blessed I am.

I'm not a perfect mother.

I've always struggled with that goal - wanting and trying to be "perfect".

I want my kids to be happy. I want them to know they are always constantly loved and adored for who they are.

I don't want to push my insecurities on them.

I want them to be healthy. I want to make them well-balanced meals. I want them to get enough exercise. I want to do the right thing when it comes to all the environmental things I am told I should be concerned about.

I want them to be safe. I want to protect them from cruel people who want to cause them harm. I want to protect them from bullies. I want to protect them from broken hearts and mean words spoken by friends.

I want them to have happy memories of their childhood. I want their earliest memories to be of mommy and daddy, happy, loving, all of us playing and smiling.

I don't want their earliest memories to be of mom screaming from the kitchen because the Baby Boy colored on the TV with some secret crayon he found and the Princess has asked for the 315th time why she can't have a cookie when dinner is 5 minutes away. Yeah. That was a pretty sight.

I want them to know how my heart sings when they cuddle with me. I want them to know how their smiles light up my life. I want them to know that no matter what, no matter what any family member or friend may ever say, no matter what they have heard, that mommy and daddy have loved each of them endlessly and constantly, and they were each wanted 100%.

Those conversations scare me. One day we're going to have to talk about that. I don't want them to think, even for a second, that they were anything less than loved and adored and wanted.

My life may not have played out exactly how I anticipated it would.

It's a million times better.

I want to do better by them. I need to do better by them. They deserve that.

I know I can be the mom I want to be.

I know they love me, and I know that we have way more good days than we do bad days.

I know it's normal when they are toddlers and preschoolers to have these moments.

I know these moments occurred in my childhood, and I think my mom is awesome.

So they will think I'm awesome, too, some day, right?

This parenting thing is HARD.

I'll quote from one of my favorite movies:

The hard is what makes it great.

Hmmmm...privacy?

I don't know how many people actually read this blog.

Anybody? Anybody at all?

I have great aspirations of sitting down and writing profound thoughts every day, and large quantities of people reading and commenting.

Well, okay, maybe not large quantities.

Just one or two.

And, well, FINE, maybe not writing anything profound, either.

But still.

I wonder how much is too much?

I've yet to use my kids real names. They have beautiful names, they really do!

I've yet to post pictures of them. They have beautiful faces, they really do!

How am I to know that I'm not giving away too much information? How am I to know that the serial killer of all serial killers happens to read MY blog, sees my kids faces, figures out where I'm from, and shows up at my house?

I've been reading blog after blog lately. The majority of them include both their kids real names and pictures. Some have just their names, others just pictures with code names. I'm seriously frightened about revealing too much.

So then what is the fun of having a blog? If I can't delve into my real life? Ugh. What to do?

Perhaps I'm over thinking it. I have a tendency to do that.

I've already apologized to my kids for their teenage years, when they are stuck with the extremely overprotective mother. I realize it's several years out, but the poor kids are going to have it bad.

Too Tired to Think!

My head is so full of thoughts. I'm in the process of cleaning my house, catching up on laundry and dishes, and working on several work-related projects.

My kids are wonderful. The husband and I have been getting along just beautifully.

Life is good.

If I could get past my exhaustion, maybe I'd be a bit more productive.

I totally earned the title of this blog!

Why is it when I am beyond exhausted I just cannot sleep?

I used my time tonight to comment on several blogs I read, organize my calendar for the week, make several lists of things that need to be accomplished.

Oh, I showered. That was exciting.

It's peaceful. The kids are both sleeping soundly. Which figures, really, considering I'm not sleeping. They only wake up every 20 minutes ALL NIGHT LONG when I'm passed out.

Hubby is home, I'm here on the computer (I'm Captain Obvious, too!), he's watching TV. He's worse than me when it comes to this sleep thing.

Last night was a very unhappy gluten reaction night. The Baby Boy was miserable.

Someday soon, I will touch on her gluten free story.

It's an important one.

I have to work in the morning. That is exciting! I'm taking phone calls in the office, and then showing houses. I'm very excited to do that, my clients are excited, too, which makes it so much fun!

6 months until I go back to school. I can't wait.

I'm starting to look at college options. Applications will go out by the end of the month. I wish I had been this excited 8 years a go when I was a senior in high school.

Time to be forceful with this sleeping thing. The morning comes quick. Usually only when I'm tired.

Parenting is Joyous!

My children can be incredibly sweet.

The Princess is so worried about the Baby Boy, she watches over him carefully and alerts me at the first sign of him even glancing at something that may have gluten in it.

The Baby Boy adores his big sister so much. He follows her everywhere.

They play so well together. We spent several minutes today each taking a turn making a silly face and the others having to copy it. It was so much fun, so much giggling occurred! The Baby Boy's faces were priceless, and the Princess could not stop laughing! It was wonderful.

They sat together today, in a laundry basket, the big sister teaching the little brother nursery rhymes.

Precious.

That moment, of course, was immediately followed by pushing and shoving trying to race each other OUT of the laundry basket. Then the little one climbed ON TOP of the big one as she crawled away from the scene, both of them screaming their pretty little heads off.

Precious, always precious. :)