Sorry for the lack of posts lately. Two kids is no joke. My life has essentially become a circus. It’s kinda fun, kinda not.
My daughter is just the cutest. She’s so smiley and happy. I forgot how smiley babies can be. They haven’t had time to become jaded yet. All she wants to do is be looked at, smiled at and laughed with. It’s really precious. And a glorious reminder, everyday, of how pettiness and absurdity should be pushed to the wayside.
Button is going to be three months old on Saturday. I can’t even believe it. Time flies when you’ve got your hands full and you don’t have an hour to sit around and stare at your baby.
My son is a firecracker. He will be turning four in less than two weeks. He has grown into such a curious and smart kid. My god is he smart. The questions he has and the things that he says gives everyone he meets a run for their money. He is currently really into space and learning all there is to know. He’s like a sponge and just soaks everything up. But he gets so frustrated because there’s not enough time in the day to let his sponge become saturated.
He is so smart and so intense that he will now be attending preschool five days a week. I just don’t have the time or energy to devote solely to him. He is in a very fragile state because he needs to learn and needs to be challenged. I can teach him and challenge him but not with as much attention as he needs. It makes me feel sad but I know he will have a blast at school. He’s already sad when he finds out it’s a Sunday and not a school day. Might as well encourage learning while he’s interested!
We are throwing Boo a space themed birthday party. He is so excited. He doesn’t have any idea what it’s going to be like, he just knows it’s going to be awesome. I hope we can pull it off!
Boo loves his sister. And she loves him. It is truly the most amazing bond to watch unfold. All he wants to do is love on her and all she wants to do is watch him and smile at him.
Every day is an adventure. Sometimes better, sometimes worse. I run my butt off almost every morning. I do it to lose weight but I also do it to keep my sanity. I don’t have the time or energy to devote to being sad or mad or any other negative you can think of, so I push myself on the pavement and feel that much better for it later. The days I don’t run I am basically a ticking time bomb. The days I do run I may be exhausted but at least I’m happy!
I went out for a much needed mom’s night out the other night. It was glorious. The food wasn’t great but the company was grand. It was so nice to be out with other adults and to take a breather.
Ah, the circus…
Isn’t life grand?
