So, now I'm a mom to three kids. Right now, in the trenches of not sleeping through the nightness, it does not seem so peachy. Someone always needs something. From me. From the minute my feet hit the floor in the morning, someone needs something. A bottle, soothing, chocolate milk (but only in the blue Elmo cup! Just the blue one!), a snack, a diaper, more soothing. Sometimes I can feel myself losing patience and wanting to run out the door and leave all three of my little needy wee beasties with their dad.
But I don't. Because of the grace of God, I am able to be grateful for these wonderful, beautiful, healthy children. I am able to stop and remember what we went through to become parents, only to lose all hope, then to have it restored again and to be blessed with Duncan...then Claire and Finn. I am able to tap into a source of energy and get through each day, one at a time.
And there are lots of very funny moments.
Today's was Duncan, going to pee in the potty by himself, coming back out in his Thomas underwear with some of his parts sticking out of the bottom front. He needs to work on the pulling up part, but is getting there. I told him to "fix himself" and made the grievous error of laughing. My all-boy boy then realized how funny this was and continued to walk around with his parts dangling.
Claire and Finn are starting to smile, coo and talk. I'd almost forgotten how magical that is.
The sleep thing? Still sucks. Claire shows promise, but Finn is tough. I have to come up with a plan or I'll go nuts. Of course, getting them out of the dining room is probably a good place to start! As soon as Iain gets his home office moved to the garage, we will get right on that. We will move Duncan and all his toys, little table and chairs, and train table to the big bedroom (Iain's office) and will put both babies in the smaller, Duncan's former, bedroom.