The past few weeks have been a rough folks, I mean seriously. I have disappeared inside the black hole that is life with a newborn (i.e. fragmented sleep, obsessing over sleep and the lack there of). Add to that a toddler who has decided to fight his naps tooth and nail and wake up every morning at 5:30am. Patrick and I look at each other and say, "it's not going to be like this forever, right?" and "we'll look back on this fondly one day, right?"
I don't know. Just when you think you have a handle on this parenting thing, something new is added. Keeps you humble.
But in between the soothing, the teaching, the playing, and the feeding, there are moments of delight and for those I am so grateful.
Reece is smiling and cooing and it makes me sooo happy.
I took Parker to the gym to burn off some energy on these cold mornings, and to my surprise he is trying to get the hang of dribbling, so cute.
And he has had to get used to taking at least some naps in the carrier while I take Parker outside or run errands. He doing pretty good.