Life with our two babies has changed, yet again. Just when I'm feeling good about my life as a mama, things change and I feel left in the dust with these children three miles ahead of me. In my former life I would have been quick to say I am "flexible; good with change". Now I'm not so sure.
Liza is taking 3-4 steps at a time and I really think she will be walking within the week!!! I really like a little baby walking so this is a great development for me. She is also only content playing with Henry's toys, namely his much beloved trains, which is not such a great aspect of anyone's day as this tendency tends to cause great drama and tears shed by both kids.
Henry is still refusing naps in his "I no need go night night" manner. But the catch is, he really does neep a nap. He turns into demon child around 1:00 and wants me to "lay" on the couch with him by 4:00. He can't seem to understand that I would *love* to "lay" with him but it's just not going to happen, kid. The exact moment I lay down on the couch with him is the exact moment Liza decides to attempt to pick at the duct tape covering the faulty plug, or she crawls into the bathroom, or she gets stuck under a chair, or, or , or. Trust me, it's always something. He also doesn't listen to anything I say but I'll just leave that sentiment alone without further explanation. I have a feeling the discourse would get lengthy...
The thing is, I am having to work really hard keeping these little people happy. It's hard. And, I'm having a hard time adjusting to not having 'me' time during the day. I'm seriously missing those days when I could pop on the internet, upload a few pictures, work on a blog post, check my facebook pages, read a few blogs, veg out on a birth story. I'm also really missing leisurely preparing dinner during Henry's 4 hour naps and I'm pretty sure Taylor is missing eating dinner, too. And of course the house is messy...
Are you seeing a trend? It's all about me. What I am missing. Why I am tired. How I don't have any time for....yep, me me me.
These children are truly teaching me a lesson on selflessness.
While I'm having an extrodinarily difficult time taking this lesson to the next step, Taylor deserves some serious props. Henry is in a not so great place with sleep right now battling between refusal to accept sleep as a positive aspect of life, the bad owl living in his air vent and a new fear of the dark. He needs security at night that all is right in his world and that translates to Taylor becoming his bed buddy. Taylor lovingly and willingly lays down with him at night until they are both sound asleep, gets out of bed when I um, remember to fetch him and then returns to Henry's bed for the rest of the night. It is not a sleep arrangement we ever fathomed but it is what our little boy needs right now and at this point, we are just glad everybody is getting some sleep.
So, this morning, I am thankful for having some 'me' time as Liza is content playing with
And, I am thankful for you. Thankful for having an audience willing to read my crazy, endless analysis of the trials and tribulations of parenting and thankful for the many comments reminding me that I am not alone in taking this parenting business seriously. Thank you.