June 21, 2012

The house is quiet. 

Sam is sleeping on my bed because if I put her in her crib she screams bloody murder.  Seriously,  you can hear her outside.  I have figured out that if she falls asleep snuggled up to me that I can tiptoe away.  If I try to lay her in her bed, it is full on hysterical, fit pitching. 

Bryce is watching "Wild Kratts" on GPB Kids, and I can't wait to see what the animal of the day is today.  On Tuesday, he would only let me refer to him as a kangaroo or a Brycearoo for an hour afterwards.  Keeping up with his animal whims is exhausting but hilarious.  He keeps sneaking out of the house to check to observe the dinosaurs in our yard.  On Monday, there was a T-Rex.  On Tuesday and Wednesday, it was a stegosaurus.  Today there is apparently a brachiosaurus.  I  can barely keep up, but I do a pretty good job of seeing dinosaurs now too.

Now, back to my original sentence....I love that quiet.  There is some background noise but it's peaceful.  The TV is low, and Bryce is using his teeny tiny imaginary animal voice which is the same voice he uses to soothe Sam.  I am here with my babies, and I'm happy. 

For a long time, I didn't think I would be happy being a mama, but it is the best of all of my jobs.  Tony and I had two amazing surprises dropped in our laps, and God knew what he was doing.  I was meant to be their mama.  I get busy worrying about all that I must do, should do, and don't do.  I forget to breathe.  Enjoy.  Be.  That's what I am going to do right now.....I'm going to concentrate on those little moments and just be happy.