Better with Age

Recently, I turned thirty. 3-0. I can't believe I have 2 kids and and have entered my third decade. For the first time since we met, my husband and I are both in the same age bracket. But only for a year. He enters his forties next year. I told him to enjoy it while it lasts.

This part of my life is a part I have dreamed about since I was a little girl. When I used to play house and babies. And it is everything I dreamed it would be and more. Different. But better. I am so thankful to finally be here and soak it all in.

The night before my birthday, Ben took Asher on a wagon ride while I was inside nursing Audrey. During their roll through the neighborhood, Ben taught Asher to say "Happy Birthday" as a surprise for me. And my sweet, sweet boy, remembered! It was the first thing he said to me when he woke up. It was the best birthday greeting I have ever received.

To top that off, the very "next day, that same sweet boy told me "I love you, Mommy for the first time. Oh I had received several lub-yooooo's but never an all out I-Love-You-Mommy. And unprompted at that. He has been so good lately. so while he was sitting in my lap I told him to look at me and told him that he was a good boy. A very good boy. He smiled and hugged my neck with those chubby little arms of his and said it. And I melted. I'm not sure I have recovered. I called Ben and cried when I told him and then repeated the process with my mom.

Moments like these make my world go round.

And let us not forget about Audrey. My precious tiny girl. She is our little observer. Furrowing her brow and taking it all in. She loves to cuddle, eat and cuddle some more. Her personality is starting to come out and it looks like she may be more reserved than her brother, The Ham. She laughs and smiles but seems to save those moments for Mom and Dad. I'm thinking she's shy. And equally sweet.

Her big brother loves her very much and is already her little protector. The other day, we were trying to leave and my plan was to take Asher and his bag to the car and the come back to get Audrey and her things loaded up. Asher wasn't having any of that. He insisted Baby Durl (girl) came with us. Even if he had to carry her himself. Which he tried to do. That carrier weighs more than him, but he was grunting and giving it his all. He's a proud big brother. Lovin' and squeezin' on her all the time. And who can blame him? His sister if stinkin' adorable.

Oh and yay for Audrey! She has finally grown into newborn size clothes. She is 7 weeks old.  A lot of her preemie clothes still fit too but I am really starting to see a difference in her size. We go see Dr. P tomorrow and I can't wait to find out how much she weighs. Maybe I'll even blog about it? Promise to try.

Babies Keep Me Busy

Yep. It's been a loooooong time. And I honestly was at the point where I thought I would never put an entry on here again. I mean, come on, the last time I blogged I hadn't even announced that we were having a baby girl. And she is nearly 7 weeks old today.

I have missed writing about so much. These babies keep me busy. A good kind of busy. The kind of busy that is full of precious memories and moments filled with joy. There are some moments of real stress and feeling completely overwhelmed mixed in there as well. But all of that is my life right now. And I love this life. Even now, as I am writing this, Audrey is crying in my lap and Asher just knocked my glass of coke over onto our new end table. It's always something. But, I realized last night as I watched Asher playing with his toys that he has learned so much in the last couple of months. Heck, in the last couple of days. It is amazing to watch him discover new things, say new words and become more independent. To see him pick up a toy he used to need my help to play with and now he doesn't need me at all. In fact, the other day, I offered him my help and he said, "I dot (got) it." Really? He's got this? And you know what? He sure did. He did it all on his own and was so proud of himself when it was over. It's a bittersweet moment to have your son start to outgrow you at the tender age of 21 months. Alright, I'll be honest - it's a lot more bitter than sweet. But I guess that is what parenting is all about.

But I digress, as I watched him, I panicked and realized that these sweet moments aren't all going to stick in my tiny brain. I am going to forget them if I don't write them down somewhere. And that is exactly what this blog is for - So it may just have to be random and the posts may be brief from now on. But I am going to try harder to jot down the simple details of our life. Instead of waiting until I have blogged about the big moments (i.e. Sweet Audrey's birth - which WILL be blogged about soon, hopefully) and falling behind because I am totally overwhelmed with what I have missed. I will catch up on the "big" events as I have time. Otherwise, all these little snapshots of our Happy Life are going to go untaken and eventually forgotten.