Struggling

1-3 in my house is really, really hard. I'm almost always in tears at some point. 1-3 is naptime/quiet time and I can't seem to get it right. We are pushing for quiet time, but the behavior and the common occurrence of falling asleep after alllll the negative behavior comes out says that he probably still needs that sleep. Whatever I do, however I mix it up, we end up with a 3 year old antagonizing his mom and his brother resulting in a baby who can't sleep and a momma who is very frustrated. This will pass, I know that to be true, but in the moment it is hard. Very hard. Hard to know myself as such a frustrated person and not the calm and patient person and mom that I strive to be. I have a fear that in ten years I will look back and remember my frustrated times instead of the amazing times and the times that I am calm, cool and collected. I don't want to take this for granted, I don't want to feel like I wasted it.

This speaks to me

Lucky lucky lucky

Two sweet boys. What a handful. What a dream. 

Been awhile (post from October 2015)

(I can't change the post date, but this one was meant to be posted in October, it seems out of order here so thought I'd clarify)

I haven't blogged in a bit. Mostly because I got a new phone and so had to re-sign in to a bunch of apps, and I didn't think I remembered my password for Blogger. All this time and all I actually had to do was click "sign in" and it hooked me right up, no password necessary. 

No baby yet. My due date was yesterday. Anxiously awaiting... So ready to go into labor, my body is tired of all this extra weight. 

I was pretty grouchy about no baby on Saturday, but decided to turn it around today and just deal. Soak up my one kiddo time that I have left. Here's some pics of my little dude.

Apple Festival 

Pumpkin Patch 

Celebrating his buddy Ryder's 3rd birthday.

Goofy smile with Nanny.

He will only put face paint on his eyebrows. 

It's a boy!!!

And what a beautiful, sweet, chunky little dreamboat baby he is! Swoon :)

Love, love, love.