New job and four months old

I'm in my third week of working at my new job, I was waiting to write about it for a couple reasons, mainly because I was giving myself some time to digest my feelings about leaving the kids and being seperated for the whole day. every day. But also because I wanted to get established in our schedules and new routines.

For the most part the kids are doing really great. The first week was excellent, Austin had his cousins at daycare to play with, and also his sister to help with.

Addy did great transitioning into having bottles during the day, and having naps and all the good stuff moms worry about when it comes to their littles..

I was pleasntly surprised when Austin wasn'y upset to see me go, and I thanked the Lord above for this because it would have broken my heart. And I honestly, am doing okay.

But when you add a women and mother who has spent the better half of two years being a home staying mother, some residual pregancy hormones and a little baby at home it could have been trouble..

I remember on new years eve I told Keith that 2012 was going to be a great year, I was 6 months pregant waiting for the birth of my daughter and was very hopeful. 2012 has not dissapointed yet, we have worked so hard in all aspects of our lives and it feels so good to finally feel like it's moving along..

This mommy is happy, I have such a rewarding job, I know my kids are safe, and seeing them after being at work all day really makes our afternoons so much sweeter. My babies are growing up so fast...

AND also.. Fall is here.. hello - all my favorite things..

Summer just flew by, but it was amazing

. Addison is four months old now. She sleeps through the night still, eats rice at dinner time, poops ALL the time ( lol) She has the sweetest laugh, we call it a taradactal laugh, its really more of a screach.. but oh so adorable. She loves her big brother, and loves loves loves to sit up.

What makes me happy

Have you ever been on a road trip with a husband whose been up since the break of dawn, a preschooler in his "why" phase, and a newborn? No? Well I imagine that you are imagining it looked something like this: arguing about what exit to take, while trying to keep a 3 yr old entertained and a baby happy who has to sit backwards in her seat..

And I'm sure it did look like this, but I choose to see a man and wife talking about their day at work, joking around like they always do, with a very well behaved toddler who never had one accident, and one very happy baby, who only stopped once to eat..

Because sure, life is full of circumstances in which we could easily find things to complain about, but really those circumstances are not what define us, the way we handle them, and ourselves are what define us.

Life is messy as it is, and by golly if having kids has taught me anything its this: Life is so short. And Im not going to waste it looking at the negative.

I try to write about what makes me happy, stay away from the negative, because as I have grown up, I have found that the more negative I am, the more negative my life is. Hence my rainbows and puppies writing style. Because while I do take things seriously and yes, talk about things that bother me, when I write its a theraputic, and nothing is more theraputic than happiness, man.

This Holiday weekend we took a little road trip, eight hours in a car with the people who mean the most to me. It was amazing. really, it was. We got to see some family and friends, and to see the look on my son's face while he was there, happiness 24/7, or 24/4 ( we were there four days)

To see how much he loves them, and how much he is loved. How blessed I am to have so many people care about my children. It touches me. To be accepted by my inlaws like I've always been apart of the family. It's awesome!

So this weekend we had impromtu dance parties, memorable trips to the worlds most expensice cardboard pizza shop, and 6 dollar icecreams..


But, wanna know what me and my children will remember??

They'll remember laughing, staying up late, getting candy from grandma, making cupcakes, dancing around and being silly.

They will remember being loved.

Because they are.

Milestones

When you hear the word 'milestone' a picture of a little newborn comes to mind, because in the first year our little ones reach so many. From the first smile, to holding her head up, rolling over, sleeping through the night, laughing out loud. These are all milestones in Addison's first year, that she has reached!

I remember the first time both my children smiled, it imprinted on my heart, left a forever memory, that just thinking about makes my heart swell with pride and love.

These two little creatures, who were once totally and completly dependant on my body for their survival, whose growth and nourishment came from my body after birth, whose happiness and confidence comes from my love and affection today.

This is the hardest job I could think of having, being a parent, giving of your natural selfish desires to put those of your children ahead of your own. It may be hard, having such a huge responsiblity, to raise a child with morals, and campassion, with respect and love, but I can honestly say, that when you see your child reach a milestone, whether developmental, like with Addison lately, or social like with Austin, it makes it all worth it.

It puts my entire life into perscpective, when I find Austin in the morning stumbling to surprise me with his outfit on for the day, sometimes all twisted around, and inside out, but to see the pride on his face, so proud he got dressed all by himself.  It makes me proud, and having children has made me a better person.

As Austin reaches the end of his third year of life, I can't help but get a little sentimental..
Three years ago he was as small as Addison, rolling over, and sucking his thumb, now he is a growing boy, so full of knowledge, and love.

I am one proud mama of the boy he is growing up to become, I know he will be a good  man. And this is because there are so many family members in his life for him to look up to, and who love them with all they've got.

He is already such a good big brother, and helps me with so much. Not because I tell him to, but because he loves her and wants to help every chance he gets.. Sometimes a little too much, like this morning when he thought she wanted to sit up, luckily I was right there to stop him from trying to lift her..

God bless his heart.

He has offically entered the "why" phase. Having questions about everything.single.thing he hears about. whether it be riding a motorcycle, making a smoothie, or the tough subjects like death, in the akward places like a store, in front of strangers..
I love the innocence of childhood

I love this stage in his life, and will cling to it as long as I can, grasping onto his innocence and sweet preschooler stage. But also look forawrd to his next milestones, which look like spelling his name..

I am one happy woman right now, high on her momma love, just thankful to be alive and as lucky as I am.

Today my daughter rolled over.

Life could not get any better than it is in this moment.

Here's to life!!