Sunday, December 26, 2010

this is how it's been.

Nacho: Chancho. When you are a man, sometimes you wear stretchy pants in your room. It's for fun.
And sometimes, when you're a 36 pound 2 year old and your mama is 12 months pregnant*, she shouldn't be lifting you. No matter how many times you say, "Hold you" and look at her with those brown eyes. When I think back to this time in my life, I will try to remember how hormones + inability to lift your (giant) baby= lots and lots of tears. I will remember the night my mom offered to take them both when I was at the end of my rope, even knowing that she'd be up at 5 AM with the Mister. I'll remember the 2 hour nap that I took yesterday while the kids played with the Dada. I'll remember the recipe for herbal tea that saved my sanity and kicked weeks of insomnia. And I'll try to remember to be grateful when she's on the outside, no matter how hard it gets.

*12 months pregnant added for you, Katie.