Since I’ve discussed their shared room, I thought it was about time I did a little post introducing the Baby and the Boy.
The Boy is my first everything. The love of my life. He made me a mother for which I have endless gratitude to God. He has- and continues to- teach me patience and peace and how to play cars over and over again for days on end (help me). Haha just kidding- I only last half an hour before I decide we need to switch up the game. I mean, how many bad guys can you chase, amirite? He is 3.5 and growing up way too fast. There is this term “threenager” which perfectly sums up where is he. Some days there are tantrums and unreasonable demands, slamming doors, and Attitude. Other days, he is sweet and agreeable and wants nothing more than to sit, read and cuddle. And on the best of days, we have both Jekyll and Hyde come to dinner. Either way, he is always interesting, always stimulating to be around. Learning and growing right before my eyes in so many ways. Sometimes, the thought of failing him or not being enough for him keeps me up at night but it’s because he is so full of potential. Anything is possible and I pray I can help him grow to be a better human. Parenting isn’t for the faint of heart, let me tell you.
The Baby is my little strawberry. My squishable, forever huggable love. She smiles at everything and although I had such worries before she was born about how I would manage two kids and was I being unfair to the Boy, and what would she be like, she has proven to be nothing but delightful. She has a strong personality, a big voice, and very clear preferences already (boob over bottle always hah), and that is why there will be a print of “And though she be but little, she is fierce” hanging over her crib. She is fierce, no doubt.