Mother of the Year

I can't believe that I have let so much time pass before sitting down and writing this blog. I guess if the truth be told, you and your sister keep me so busy that the blog just doesn't always hold a high priority. The good news though is that you do hold a HUGE priority in my life.

I remember the day you were born. Daddy and I dropped off Curly at her Mother's Day Out school and off to the hospital we went. It seemed to take forever but I guess that's just the way that c-sections go. We played backgammon (sp?) and talked about what our life would be like with two girls. When you are still a new mom, you assume that everything will be the same with the second child as it was with the first.

I should have known better...when they held you up and I saw you for the first time, I just smiled. You were finally here and I knew you would be very different from your sister. You had a head full of hear that was shaped into a mohawk down the center of your head. Although you were a sweet baby, I could see a hint of trouble in your eyes!

You bring such joy to our lives with your stories and your imagination. To be honest, even your temper brings something different to my life. You teach me everyday how to be more patient and loving. There is nothing sweeter than when you climb into my lap and say there words, "I love you mommy, I love you sooooo much!" Be still my beating heart!

So, happy (belated) birthday my sweet lil' Moe. I pray your life is filled with all the joy that you have brought to ours. May God bless you and help you grow into a wonderful woman of God. I can't wait to see the things He has in store for you.

Peace Out!

And then it happened...

Just a quick note to say that my sweet little Moe turned two yesterday. Suddenly, I am sad over not having a "baby" any more. I now have a strong willed, very opinionated, toddler. It's weird how she even woke up looking different to me...no, no, no, wait a minute...

That's right, it's all coming back to me now. That was just the sleep in my eye from being up all night because my precious little toddler thought she should be able to stay up all night for her birthday and the next night too! I thought the all nighters were only in the beginning and then at the end. Both causing stress and heart ache!?

On one hand, I'm weepy about not having a "baby" any more and then the very next words out of my mouth are, "Please, go to sleep, you're a big girl now!"

There are times when I think I might want another baby, and then in the words of Other Guy, the powder for my itch comes in the form of a small body, screaming at top of her lungs because she can't just eat the icing out of an ENTIRE BOX OF OREOS! Heaven help me, the hormonal surges are happening early!

Well, Happy Birthday, my precious little Moe, Moe. Know that your are loved more than you will ever be able to imagine. We love you very much and wish you a Happy Birthday! May you have a hundred more!

Peace Out!