I couldn’t really even tell you the last time I blogged if it weren’t for Tyler constantly nagging me about it.
Okay, so maybe nag was the wrong word. But he brings it up. A lot. And he’s all “you should blog” and I’m like “*hairflip* I’m totally just not feeling inspired” … So the blog sits alone with nothing but a Cascade review to soothe its aching heart.
But you guys, tonight was the night. The night where I felt like “oh my gosh! If I don’t blog about Hazel my heart might burst!” so, you can thank Hazel later.
I won’t lie, life with two kids has been kicking my trash lately. Like, seriously, right when I feel like maybe I can handle it, I get punched in the face by a good ol’ tantrum. Or overwhelmed by the fact that I’m changing the 688544438 diaper for the day.
I know, lots of moms have it worse. But man, it’s been quite the adjustment period.
Hazel wants to be held all the time. Which wouldn’t be so bad– except Eloise wants to be held all the time too.
Sometimes, I just feel so overwhelmed by how much they both need me. And, when I’m just about at my breaking point, Hazel shows that big gummy smile of hers.
Something about that smile just lights up the room. She is such a happy baby (when she’s being held), and I’m just so lucky she’s mine.
Most nights, when every one is asleep, I sneak quietly into her bedroom and just rock her. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Sometimes for hours. But I can’t help myself.
Being around her makes me feel my full potential. For some reason I get all my best ideas while she’s in my arms.
This girl. She’s something special.
Mark my words.