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.