What a Day!!!

Today was a busy spring cleaning day. I know I'm a little late, but that's OK. The point is to get it done eventually, or I can just say I'm early for next year. LOL! It was raining outside, so I was happy to finally get a bunch done, but I tired myself out. By the evening I had no energy, so Wes and I decided to order something from a restaurant in our neighborhood and bring it home. It was turning out to be a wonderful, tiring and productive day. Since it wasn't too late when we finished with dinner I asked Wes to go to the store with me. It's difficult to go on the big shopping trips without help, so I welcome it if given the opportunity. As you could probably predict, the first part of our trip was good and even fun, but by the end we were rushing for the door because both babies were crying out in protest. Poor things! Wes was managing our boy while I was managing our girl. The cashier was having a problem with one of our coupons which for some reason took about seven minutes to fix. All the while our babies were screaming. Seven minutes of screaming kids seems so much longer than 'just seven minutes'. I just smiled and prayed it would be over soon. Our cashier was being really nice and started a conversation with me about our babies and then asked me how old they were. When she found out how close they were she quickly said to me in more of a statement than a question, 'You're done right?!' I said no. She seemed surprised, so I said that we both came from large families and that we'd like to have about three more if we're able to. She reacted weird and grumbled more to herself in a lower voice that she didn't think it would be easy to afford more. Then she didn't talk to me much after that. I felt bad and a little frustrated at her and then I just felt blessed. How sad! I thought it was kind of a weird thing for her to say to a complete stranger, but it did help me see my situation there at the store in a different light. I was blessed to be stuck in a crowded store with my sweet husband and two screaming babies and I'm truly happy. So, thank you cranky, weird cashier! I appreciate you! LOL!!!

My favorite things about being a Mom...

Recovering from having our sweet #2 has been a little more challenging than I'd expected. I find myself getting more and more frustrated when Max or Maggie start crying in the middle of the night or when they're sick and I don't know what to do. My Mom said to call her and let her walk the floor with them. Who offers that?! My Mom, that's who. That started my thinking. I remember being very young and crying. I knew that the only thing that could calm me down was my Mom or Dad. The calming effect of their voices or the feeling of their hand on my back as they held me. I do the same thing with my kids. Tonight Max was having a hard time and Wes started to walk him around the room to calm him. I knew Wes had to get up early so I offered to take over. Max held my hand and snuggled his little body tight in my arms till he was asleep again. Sometimes he pushes his little head to my lips so I can kiss him a million times. I'm so happy and content right now, but I know I'm rambling. I just wanted to say that I love being able to be a comforter. It's a huge responsibility. I go from being frustrated that my baby is upset to being unable to express my appreciation for my Heavenly Father for giving me the opportunity to be there for them. They want their Mom and Dad the way I needed mine. That by far is one of my most favorite blessings!!!

Fun Day With Max & Magdalena

I've been dreading today for the last couple weeks because today was the day for shots in both babies. Yuck! I'm so not good at this. Many people say that I'll eventually get a thicker skin, but I just feel more and more nauseous. I almost passed out today just at the site of the needles. I don't mean to sound like it's all about me. That's just my point. If it was a shot for me, I'd be OK. The thought of my babies being stuck and me not being able to take the pain for them... that's what I have a hard time with. Thankfully, Heavenly Father sent me to a wonderful mother who is always there for me. Wesley really tried to make it, but couldn't, so Grandma was there to hold Maggie while I held Max. They did great and are now at home being their sweet happy selves.

Part of the doctor appointment was filled with lot's of questions from the doctor about their development. I felt like I was back in school and I was trying to pass a test. Not in a bad way at all. I felt like I was doing great until they ask me what Max liked to eat. Don't get me wrong. Max is well fed and happy, but I realized that I don't let him feed himself & he's 18 months old. My sister gave me a really cute bib the other day which made me think about all the bibs my cousin made when Maggie was born and all the others I have in my house that aren't being used. They say the first step is to admit that you have a problem, so here I go. I have a hard time letting Max make a mess. But I've decided that it's his job right now while he learns and it's my job to clean it up. I wish I was joking, but I'm really not. So tonight I put him in his highchair without a bib for some reason and had him make a mess with a yogurt and a spoon. It was beautiful!!!

I was so ready to clean him up when he decided he'd had enough though. He fell asleep on the floor. What a cutie!!!

Maggie was just chillin on the couch next to me.

I know she looks like a boy in this outfit, but I love it.

So tomorrow we're planning on making another mess with another yogurt. Baby steps. LOL!!!