Checking In

Oh how far we've come.

My kids played together for the first time this week.

M is officially 100% mobile and can army crawl her way to where ever. She's pretty speedy. It's amazing, a week ago she got up on her hands and knees and rocked for the first time and now she needs to be fully contained if I leave the room. It's fun watching her explore the world as she sees it. She is so much more careful than her brother was.

M's 5 Month picture. Totally delayed. In her Easter dress.

M wants to be able to sit up all by herself. She's trying so so hard to do that and I can't wait to see her accomplish this task. She can get halfway there and for now I help her. She does a good job when she's sitting, less folded and can go for quite a few minutes without a bobble.

And I have been a puddle of goo. I am a mushy, proud mom watching her kids grow and interact. Yet there is a pang of sadness with the knowledge that my kids are growing up and hitting milestones so quickly. There's so much more to come with these two but I ache a little that even my baby is 5.5 months old doesn't need me as much.* *Much being relative since she still needs me for food and all that.*

It's weird, when babies are super new and you can't get anything done at all because you have to hold them/feed them/change them all the time and you think it can never get better. But that fog has lifted and I can let M play for good chunks of time now. She can roll! She can sit up! She can army crawl! It's not quite the crisis to run down and switch the laundry or get the dishwasher running. It's good.

C's vocabulary grows daily and I see daily improvement in his annunciation. What just a month ago was a "Blueberry Muttin" is a muffin now. I find a joy in the fact that he can say things correctly because as Husband can attest to you, his speech has been one of my biggest concerns with him. Yet I find myself sad that he's getting all grown up.

His Terrible Twos are heading out the door and he is getting ready to be a Threenager. I'm not saying the tantrums never come, but they are less out of control. I am not sad about that however.

I know. I'm ridiculous and lucky and there's so much more good to come. It's weird though.

So I've been wanting to do this for a while and it happened to work out perfectly. C had a onesie that I just loved. (I even bought it in a bigger size for him.) Anyway, so I always loved this one picture of him and so we did a compare picture with M. They are the exact same age (169 days) in the exact same onesie, doing approximately the same thing in the same place.

I just love it. 

Sorry to deny you all the Easter post but let's sum it up: it was very nice, very very low key and everyone was happy.