The days are long, but the years are short

Have you ever wondered if you are going to make it through the day just to look at the clock and realize it’s just ten freaking thirty. Like how can that possibly BE?! I mean you have already changed five number two diapers and have dealt with at least 2.5 toddler flip outs, mostly about matching up her socks (NOT) or completely LOOSING it because I attempted to give her pigtails and she was in the mood for a bun!! You’ve already battled not once but twice to make your six-month-old sleep, but somehow it’s just ten freaking thirty in the morning and that damn clock won’t budge… Are you sure it’s not seven yet and your celebratory wine glass is not just one hour away….?

But then you look and realize … You have a TWO-year-old who just dug herself out a box of cereal while flipping thru a Home and Garden magazine and your little newborn baby, who isn’t so much a newborn anymore, is on a mission to pull herself up on everything in sight. How did that happen? Wasn’t I just pregnant, imagining how life would be with one baby and now I have TWO right here in my arms . How is it that time can drag on forever and fly by so fast? Why do we want the hours to fly by but the years to just freeze? Why do we wish to sleep for indefinite amounts of hours at night and then just wish our babies could stay tiny and needy so they can just stay in our arms and cuddle us forever? You dream of having 10 more babies just so you can smell their heads only to find yourself thinking “when are they going to ship out to college?” So I try and enjoy every moment even when I find myself scrambling for sanity or privacy in the shower (that’ll happen one day right?). I keep telling myself soon they won’t need me anymore. In the mean time I just have my camera ready for all those moments that you will never get back, like your toddler getting into your houseplant while you are trying to put the baby down, and tell myself not to sweat the small stuff 😉

Taking little Ava home

Going home for the first time!!

 

Have you ever wondered if you are going to make it through the day just to look at the clock and realize it’s just ten freaking thirty. Like how can that possibly BE?! I mean you have already changed five number two diapers and have dealt with at lest 2.5 toddler flip outs, mostly about matching up her socks (NOT) or completely LOOSING it because I attempted to give her pig tails and she was in the mood for a bun!! You’ve already battled not once but twice to make your six month old sleep, but somehow it’s just ten freaking thirty in the morning and that damn clock won’t budge… Are you sure it’s not seven yet and your celebratory wine glass is not just one hour away….?

But then you look and realize … You have a TWO year old who just dug herself out a box of cereal while flipping thru a Home and Garden magazine and your little newborn baby, who isn’t so much a newborn anymore, is on a mission to pull herself up on everything in sight. How did that happen? Wasn’t I just pregnant, imagining how life would be with one baby and now I have TWO right here in my arms . How is it that time can drag on forever and fly by so fast? Why do we want the hours to fly by but the years to just freeze? Why do we wish to sleep for indefinite amounts of hours at night and than just wish our babies could stay tiny and needy so they can just stay in our arms and cuddle us forever? You dream of having 10 more babies just so you can smell their heads only to find yourself thinking “when are they going to ship out to college?” So I try and enjoy every moment even when I find myself scrambling for sanity or privacy in the shower (that’ll happen one day right?). I keep telling myself soon they won’t need me anymore. In the meantime I just have my camera ready for all those moments that you will never get back, like your toddler getting into your house plant while you are trying to put the baby down, and tell myself not to sweat the small stuff 😉

 

Cheers everyone, it’s bedtime o’clock somewhere right !!