Sometimes on Sunday nights, I have a hard time. I think of all the things we didn't do, all the times I needed a break from what was going on around me....all the stuff we could have been doing, but didn't, for whatever reason.
Tonight is one of those nights. I start longing for the days that my babies were actually babies. When I could just hold them and stare at them all day and night. And I had an excuse to not be doing anything else...holding them and loving them was more than enough to fill the hours of our day.
Neva seems so big to me, at times. Almost grown up, sometimes. Like today. We were driving back from Target and she said, "Did you know that all moms and dads don't care what their children look like? They all think their children are the most beautiful." I asked her where she heard that and she responded that she had just been thinking it for awhile and wanted to say it. I nearly melted right there on I-70.
She also had her first sleepover this weekend, which seems like such a big kid thing to do. She was awesome about it. They went right to bed without a fuss at all. And woke up requesting pink pancakes with sprinkles. You got it, ladies.
And then there's Oliver. He's hysterical and so sweet at the same time. He just kills me sometimes with how dang cute he is. Of course, I'm biased. He knows how to make us laugh and totally uses that to his advantage...to get out of "trouble". But he knows how to be sweet. If I sneeze, he says "bless you, mama". If I'm upset, he will come over and hug me and ask me if I'm okay. He loves to tell everyone, especially big sister, that I'm his mama. Which may be partially to get a rise out of her. Regardless, I love it. And I love him.
These moments, these days. They go so fast. I feel like I can't hold on to them. I write things down, but I'm also starting to forget. It kills me. I wish you really cold bottle that smell of your own babies when they are brand new and tiny. I wish I could remember Neva's tiny voice from toddlerhood. I wish for those sleepless nights when I could just hold them, nurse them and rock them for hours on end. Okay, I don't miss all of the aspects of having a newborn, but man....I miss a lot of them.
It is so painfully joyful to watch your babies grow up. I love everything about it. I wouldn't trade it or them for anything in the whole wide world.
Except for maybe one hot, quiet meal. Where I get to eat first.
Tonight is one of those nights. I start longing for the days that my babies were actually babies. When I could just hold them and stare at them all day and night. And I had an excuse to not be doing anything else...holding them and loving them was more than enough to fill the hours of our day.
Neva seems so big to me, at times. Almost grown up, sometimes. Like today. We were driving back from Target and she said, "Did you know that all moms and dads don't care what their children look like? They all think their children are the most beautiful." I asked her where she heard that and she responded that she had just been thinking it for awhile and wanted to say it. I nearly melted right there on I-70.
She also had her first sleepover this weekend, which seems like such a big kid thing to do. She was awesome about it. They went right to bed without a fuss at all. And woke up requesting pink pancakes with sprinkles. You got it, ladies.
And then there's Oliver. He's hysterical and so sweet at the same time. He just kills me sometimes with how dang cute he is. Of course, I'm biased. He knows how to make us laugh and totally uses that to his advantage...to get out of "trouble". But he knows how to be sweet. If I sneeze, he says "bless you, mama". If I'm upset, he will come over and hug me and ask me if I'm okay. He loves to tell everyone, especially big sister, that I'm his mama. Which may be partially to get a rise out of her. Regardless, I love it. And I love him.
These moments, these days. They go so fast. I feel like I can't hold on to them. I write things down, but I'm also starting to forget. It kills me. I wish you really cold bottle that smell of your own babies when they are brand new and tiny. I wish I could remember Neva's tiny voice from toddlerhood. I wish for those sleepless nights when I could just hold them, nurse them and rock them for hours on end. Okay, I don't miss all of the aspects of having a newborn, but man....I miss a lot of them.
It is so painfully joyful to watch your babies grow up. I love everything about it. I wouldn't trade it or them for anything in the whole wide world.
Except for maybe one hot, quiet meal. Where I get to eat first.
