You'd think that parenting a second child would be less surprising than parenting the first but that's definitely not the case. Not only is every child different, but parenting styles tend to change over time. With Corbin I sometimes feel like I rushed everything. Not that I didn't enjoy him being a baby but I was so excited to see him do new things and he gave me a lot to be excited about. He felt so grown up to me all the time. I think partially because we didn't have many friends that had kids so we started going to playgroups when he was only 8 months old. The kids there were all at least a few months older than him but I didn't see it that way. I kept thinking he could do anything they could do and he proved me right time and time again. He started walking at 8 1/2 months and running everywhere shortly after. He was an early talker and knew things like recognizing all of the letters of the alphabet by sight before he was even 2 years old. It all just went by so quickly and it still does. He still amazes me every day with the things he does and all that he understands at such a young age.
I don't really think I understood how fast it had all happened though until Alora came along. Seeing her tiny little body next to his made him seem so big. Having to take care of the needs of a newborn after a few years break made me realize how grown up my little boy had really become. He didn't need me anymore the same way Alora did.
And Alora did really need me for everything at first of course. But now she's nearly 2 years old and its hard for me to accept that she's just not a baby anymore. Where I was in a huge rush for Corbin to accomplish every new milestone, I was more than happy to sit back and enjoy Alora being a tiny baby. She did not share these feelings. She quickly put to rest any ponderings I had about whether I had pushed Corbin to do things earlier than he would have on his own. She started talking just as young as him, started walking a week and a half after he did at 9 months old, and surpassed him on some milestones like crawling, climbing the stairs, feeding herself, learning her colors, etc.
But in my eyes she was still just a baby. No matter what she did I'd look at her compared to Corbin and think "Corbin can do that but Alora can't yet. She's still too young." Who was I fooling? Certainly not Alora. She just keeps right on growing up and I'm finally catching on.
She does new things every single day but the past couple weeks have just been a huge eye opening time for me. First we bought the kids as Plasma Car. If you don't know what they are, look them up because they're tons of fun. You sit on it and move the steering wheel back and forth to make it go. It's made for a little older kid than Alora but she ended up learning how to ride it faster than her big brother! Pat bought her a scooter. Corbin has had one for a few months and struggled with it and wasn't as interested in it as the bike...until Alora got hers. The first day out of the box she figured out how to ride it and keeps getting faster and faster at it. Now, of course, Corbin is learning to ride his really well too because you can't let your baby sister learn something before you.
Oh and the clothes. She has to pick them out on her own. We took her shopping this past weekend to get some new clothes since she was outgrowing everything. Pat sat her down in a store and told her "Go pick out your clothes" and she really did. She'd go through the racks looking at each thing, even checking the tags (no doubt copying what she sees us doing) and pick out the things she liked. She wanted to carry them to the cash register herself and hand them to the cashier. At home she picks out what she wants to wear pretty much every day and refuses to let me put clothes on her if I try to talk her into something else. She definitely has her own ideas.
And then there was today. I used to take Corbin to story time at the library around Alora's age so I got the idea that I'd take her once and see how she did. She can generally be a pretty spirited child so I had pretty low expectations and thought we'd end up leaving part way through but she did awesome! The story time lady read the kids 4 books, did a couple mini-stories with magnets on a white board and had them sing 4 or 5 songs with dancing involved. Alora went right along with it all! Most of the kids there were quite a bit older than her but as soon as we went in she ran right over and started trying to play with the big kids. When the story time started I waited to see if she would sit with them on the rug or come and sit with me. It took Corbin months of story times before he would sit with the other kids but she showed her independent side once again and joined the group without me. When they danced, she danced. Not always the same moves they were doing but she had a great time. When they sat for the stories, she sat for the stories and stayed (mostly) quiet and really seemed to pay attention. I wasn't sure if she was fully getting what was going on or not but then on the car ride home she said "I had fun!" I told her "Today they were talking about the letter H and hugs. If we go another time they'll talk about something else." A couple minutes later she asked me to sing the alphabet with her and when we were done she says "H mom! Hear H?" so she must have got that they were talking about H a lot :-)
So I get it, Alora. You're really not a baby anymore. Just don't grow up too fast and remember even if you're getting bigger mommy still needs lots of hugs and kisses.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
What I Do When I Should be Looking At Jobs
I know I've mentioned a few times that my job is ending in a few months. Most days I really don't feel very stressed about this at all but when I look at available jobs from home I start feeling like I'm about to have an anxiety attack. They mostly look boring and pay far less than what I was making which wasn't a high income to begin with. So mostly I don't look. Great solution, right?? So I thought what better way to waste time and procrastinate on my job search than to make up a list of (fake) jobs I'd like to have and would qualify for.
Note: These are not serious. Unless you want to hire me. Then I'm serious.
1. Shadow Man Destroyer. See previous post. If you live far away I could email you ideas on how to get rid of such a thing or at least entertain you and/or your child (most likely your child) until it goes away. Or if you lived close enough I could show up at your house in an "official" uniform and do some kind of elaborate routine to hopefully trick your child into believing it was gone. Yippee!!
2. Talking about my kids all day. I'm really great at this. And really, who doesn't want to hear several hours worth of why my kids are so great?
3. Master Procrastinator. I'm pretty sure this post is proof enough that I have a lot of talent in this area.
4. Teaching workshops on how not to make or keep friends. Another hidden talent I have. Oh I talk to everyone I see and things are usually going great, "Oh, you have kids? I have kids too. You like eating food? Me too! We have so much in common" until I throw up some freak flag like "I gave birth to my child at home and like using cloth diapers and breastfeeding for 50 million years" or something equally out there. Every once in a while some weirdo still keeps talking to me, most likely because they have nothing better to do, and we become friends. In that case I have to pull out a trick like saying we should get together 500 times and never following through on it and forgetting to call them or email them for many months at a time. Yeah. I'm a pretty poopy friend and with my help you could be too!
5. Tea taste tester. I'm obsessed with tea lately. Hot herbal tea, iced tea, green tea, bubble tea. Mmmm...tea. I could branch out and be a taste tester for other things too like beer or wine or chocolate.
6. Writing pointless blog entries. Does your blog say too much that people might be interested in? No problem! Let me have at it for a few days and I can make yours look like the diary of an insane person too.
7. Toy assembler. I've had a lot of practice at this. A lot. I worked as a babysitter through college and a nanny for a year after and those families always left toys for me to assemble so I had lots of practice before my tots even came along. And I actually like doing that stuff. It's a sickness.
8. Research Queen I leave no question unanswered. Anything I wonder about I must look up right away. I never buy anything without reading 500,000 reviews first. I actually enjoy doing things like literature searches. Have I mentioned that I'm odd?
9. Breastfeeding cheerleader! I'll tell you everything you ever wanted to know about breastfeeding and a lot of things you didn't want to know too :-)
10. Just being me. Because I'm obviously so fabulous that someone should have started paying me for that a long time ago :-)
Note: These are not serious. Unless you want to hire me. Then I'm serious.
1. Shadow Man Destroyer. See previous post. If you live far away I could email you ideas on how to get rid of such a thing or at least entertain you and/or your child (most likely your child) until it goes away. Or if you lived close enough I could show up at your house in an "official" uniform and do some kind of elaborate routine to hopefully trick your child into believing it was gone. Yippee!!
2. Talking about my kids all day. I'm really great at this. And really, who doesn't want to hear several hours worth of why my kids are so great?
3. Master Procrastinator. I'm pretty sure this post is proof enough that I have a lot of talent in this area.
4. Teaching workshops on how not to make or keep friends. Another hidden talent I have. Oh I talk to everyone I see and things are usually going great, "Oh, you have kids? I have kids too. You like eating food? Me too! We have so much in common" until I throw up some freak flag like "I gave birth to my child at home and like using cloth diapers and breastfeeding for 50 million years" or something equally out there. Every once in a while some weirdo still keeps talking to me, most likely because they have nothing better to do, and we become friends. In that case I have to pull out a trick like saying we should get together 500 times and never following through on it and forgetting to call them or email them for many months at a time. Yeah. I'm a pretty poopy friend and with my help you could be too!
5. Tea taste tester. I'm obsessed with tea lately. Hot herbal tea, iced tea, green tea, bubble tea. Mmmm...tea. I could branch out and be a taste tester for other things too like beer or wine or chocolate.
6. Writing pointless blog entries. Does your blog say too much that people might be interested in? No problem! Let me have at it for a few days and I can make yours look like the diary of an insane person too.
7. Toy assembler. I've had a lot of practice at this. A lot. I worked as a babysitter through college and a nanny for a year after and those families always left toys for me to assemble so I had lots of practice before my tots even came along. And I actually like doing that stuff. It's a sickness.
8. Research Queen I leave no question unanswered. Anything I wonder about I must look up right away. I never buy anything without reading 500,000 reviews first. I actually enjoy doing things like literature searches. Have I mentioned that I'm odd?
9. Breastfeeding cheerleader! I'll tell you everything you ever wanted to know about breastfeeding and a lot of things you didn't want to know too :-)
10. Just being me. Because I'm obviously so fabulous that someone should have started paying me for that a long time ago :-)
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Death of The Shadow Man
Corbin had been doing really well at staying his room all night for a while. Then a couple weeks ago he started coming over to our room in the middle of the night sometimes. He kept telling me there was a "Shadow Man" in his closet. I had no idea what he was talking about. I tried making sure I left the doors on the closet all the way closed to keep that Shadow Man inside but he still kept talking about him.
And he really believed it. I'd hear him running to our room - really running as fast as he could, panting, terrified that the Shadow Man was going to get him. He started taking a toy light saber and Nerf gun to bed with him to protect himself, set up "scary" looking stuffed animals like a bulldog and bears and panthers at the foot of his bed, and made up more and more elaborate routines of all this crazy stuff I had to say to scare away the Shadow Man and bad dreams. I'd yell "Go away! You're not welcome here! If you come in Corbin's room I'll make you smell Alora's stinky diaper and eat brussell sprouts and do Corbin's homework for a month and scrub the toilets!" Ok, maybe I threw in the scrub the toilets part for myself. But no matter what we did or said that Shadow Man just kept coming back. Persistent fool.
There were nights he wouldn't come and other times he would. I had tried looking in Corbin's closet with him and talking to him about it but couldn't figure it out so I assumed it was just one of those weird imaginary monsters kids make up or something he had heard about at school. I went along with all his protective measures and we cuddled him when he'd come to our room. What else could we do?
Yesterday he was talking to me about this Shadow Man and said something very odd, that the Shadow Man wasn't very tall and had no arms or legs. Really?? Where the hell was he getting this stuff? A short man with no arms or legs? I tried very hard to take it seriously but couldn't keep from laughing just a little which of course made him mad. I told him that was good news because how hard could it really be for me to catch an armless and legless man. Never mind that I thought this had no basis in reality. I had given up on convincing him that the Shadow Man did not exist long ago.
So I figured I would come up with some elaborate trap to set for this Shadow Man and somehow convince Corbin that it worked and be done with it once and for all. I was sick of this Shadow Man scaring my kid and interrupting the little sleep I do get. So I had been thinking about it today but hadn't come up with any concrete plans yet. Then this evening I was getting Corbin ready for bed. We had read our book, brushed his teeth, tucked him under his covers, and secured the closet doors. I sat down in the rocking chair in the room to sing him his goodnight song and all of a sudden he jumps up in bed yelling "There he is!! There's the Shadow Man!!!!!!" (this is worthy of several exclamation points because he was seriously freaking out)
So I look at the closet door and wouldn't you know, there's a shadow on there about 3 1/2 feet tall; slender rectangular "body" with a round "head" on top. No arms or legs of course. Being the (somewhat) rational adult that I am I realized immediately that this Shadow Man had been a cheap imposter all along, nothing but a shadow made by something... but what?? So I start moving around things in Corbin's room and it turns out it was the side of one of the little chairs that goes with his table and chairs. That explains why the Shadow Man only appeared on some nights. The chair had to be at a certain angle and location between his night light and the closet door for that shadow to show up. And turns out me closing the closet doors to keep him in was just making it worse since it made a place for the shadow to show up.
I moved the chair and showed Corbin what was making that shadow and he seemed so relieved. Hopefully that's the death of the Shadow Man for good now. May he rest in Shadow Hell.
And he really believed it. I'd hear him running to our room - really running as fast as he could, panting, terrified that the Shadow Man was going to get him. He started taking a toy light saber and Nerf gun to bed with him to protect himself, set up "scary" looking stuffed animals like a bulldog and bears and panthers at the foot of his bed, and made up more and more elaborate routines of all this crazy stuff I had to say to scare away the Shadow Man and bad dreams. I'd yell "Go away! You're not welcome here! If you come in Corbin's room I'll make you smell Alora's stinky diaper and eat brussell sprouts and do Corbin's homework for a month and scrub the toilets!" Ok, maybe I threw in the scrub the toilets part for myself. But no matter what we did or said that Shadow Man just kept coming back. Persistent fool.
There were nights he wouldn't come and other times he would. I had tried looking in Corbin's closet with him and talking to him about it but couldn't figure it out so I assumed it was just one of those weird imaginary monsters kids make up or something he had heard about at school. I went along with all his protective measures and we cuddled him when he'd come to our room. What else could we do?
Yesterday he was talking to me about this Shadow Man and said something very odd, that the Shadow Man wasn't very tall and had no arms or legs. Really?? Where the hell was he getting this stuff? A short man with no arms or legs? I tried very hard to take it seriously but couldn't keep from laughing just a little which of course made him mad. I told him that was good news because how hard could it really be for me to catch an armless and legless man. Never mind that I thought this had no basis in reality. I had given up on convincing him that the Shadow Man did not exist long ago.
So I figured I would come up with some elaborate trap to set for this Shadow Man and somehow convince Corbin that it worked and be done with it once and for all. I was sick of this Shadow Man scaring my kid and interrupting the little sleep I do get. So I had been thinking about it today but hadn't come up with any concrete plans yet. Then this evening I was getting Corbin ready for bed. We had read our book, brushed his teeth, tucked him under his covers, and secured the closet doors. I sat down in the rocking chair in the room to sing him his goodnight song and all of a sudden he jumps up in bed yelling "There he is!! There's the Shadow Man!!!!!!" (this is worthy of several exclamation points because he was seriously freaking out)
So I look at the closet door and wouldn't you know, there's a shadow on there about 3 1/2 feet tall; slender rectangular "body" with a round "head" on top. No arms or legs of course. Being the (somewhat) rational adult that I am I realized immediately that this Shadow Man had been a cheap imposter all along, nothing but a shadow made by something... but what?? So I start moving around things in Corbin's room and it turns out it was the side of one of the little chairs that goes with his table and chairs. That explains why the Shadow Man only appeared on some nights. The chair had to be at a certain angle and location between his night light and the closet door for that shadow to show up. And turns out me closing the closet doors to keep him in was just making it worse since it made a place for the shadow to show up.
I moved the chair and showed Corbin what was making that shadow and he seemed so relieved. Hopefully that's the death of the Shadow Man for good now. May he rest in Shadow Hell.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
My Love Hate Relationship
No, I'm not talking about Pat. LOL! I'm talking about something that in recent years I've attempted to form a good relationship with many many times...and yet every one of these attempts fails. Oh sure, I go in all enthusiastic, wanting to do it every single day, and then somewhere around a month my love starts to falter.
I'm talking about exercise. I mean actually working out. I don't count things like going out for multiple walks a day with the kids and the dog or running up and down the stairs 500 times to get whatever it is I forgot or dancing around in the kids' rooms listening to music. That's just every day life. What I'm talking about here is me trying to keep myself motivated to want to workout more than once in a blue moon when the mood strikes.
I signed up for a fitness challenge this year logging my hours. I'm supposed to try to get to so many hours for the year. I can't even remember how many. It breaks down to being about 150 minutes a week. When I signed up this really sounded like nothing and it's really not bad. Except that I live a real life with a lot of distractions and lack the internal focus to want to stick with anything for more than a couple weeks.
So I've made it through the first month and was doing pretty well but now that we're getting into the second I feel my interest waning. This past week Alora went on a sleep strike for a few days. She woke me up literally every half an hour for a few nights in a row. By Wednesday I was exhausted and by Thursday I felt physically ill from sleep deprivation. Thankfully Thursday night she did finally let me get at least 5 1/2 to 6 hours of sleep. But my exercise mojo took a big hit from feeling completely drained.
I know everyone has weeks like that but in the past a week like that has always completely derailed me. The next week I'll keep thinking of reasons to put it off and then next thing you know it's been a couple months since I really worked out. Eventually I get back to wanting to do it again...for another month or so until something happens to distract me.
Seriously I don't get it. I pretty much never want to work out. Unless I'm feeling incredibly stressed. Then sometimes the mood strikes. But if I do make myself work out by about 5 minutes in to it I'm feeling all excited about doing it and then afterwards I feel so much healthier and calmer. I know this. So why the hell is it so hard for me to stick to it??
I think I need to mix it up again. I've been doing primarily Zumba, cardio workouts via Netflix, and yoga. I like them all well enough but I get bored of things easily. I'm going to have to branch out a little more. Part of my problem though is its hard to find times to do some of the things. Pat's been working more lately with getting his agency going so he's never home anymore during Alora's naptime for me to go over to the fitness center like I had been at the beginning of last month. Anything that involves being on the floor a lot is out when she's awake because mom on floor = mom wants to give me a pony ride in Alora's little mind. And I was reminded again this week that workouts that involve too many exercises like squats with my legs spread plie style results in my hips killing me all night long since I've had hip problems since birth. So I'm on the lookout again for something new I can do at home.
I'm determined I'm going to do this. This is my year. This fitness challenege is my goal and is going to help me stay on track. Unless I see a shiny object and get distracted. No wait. This is going to be my year :-)
I'm talking about exercise. I mean actually working out. I don't count things like going out for multiple walks a day with the kids and the dog or running up and down the stairs 500 times to get whatever it is I forgot or dancing around in the kids' rooms listening to music. That's just every day life. What I'm talking about here is me trying to keep myself motivated to want to workout more than once in a blue moon when the mood strikes.
I signed up for a fitness challenge this year logging my hours. I'm supposed to try to get to so many hours for the year. I can't even remember how many. It breaks down to being about 150 minutes a week. When I signed up this really sounded like nothing and it's really not bad. Except that I live a real life with a lot of distractions and lack the internal focus to want to stick with anything for more than a couple weeks.
So I've made it through the first month and was doing pretty well but now that we're getting into the second I feel my interest waning. This past week Alora went on a sleep strike for a few days. She woke me up literally every half an hour for a few nights in a row. By Wednesday I was exhausted and by Thursday I felt physically ill from sleep deprivation. Thankfully Thursday night she did finally let me get at least 5 1/2 to 6 hours of sleep. But my exercise mojo took a big hit from feeling completely drained.
I know everyone has weeks like that but in the past a week like that has always completely derailed me. The next week I'll keep thinking of reasons to put it off and then next thing you know it's been a couple months since I really worked out. Eventually I get back to wanting to do it again...for another month or so until something happens to distract me.
Seriously I don't get it. I pretty much never want to work out. Unless I'm feeling incredibly stressed. Then sometimes the mood strikes. But if I do make myself work out by about 5 minutes in to it I'm feeling all excited about doing it and then afterwards I feel so much healthier and calmer. I know this. So why the hell is it so hard for me to stick to it??
I think I need to mix it up again. I've been doing primarily Zumba, cardio workouts via Netflix, and yoga. I like them all well enough but I get bored of things easily. I'm going to have to branch out a little more. Part of my problem though is its hard to find times to do some of the things. Pat's been working more lately with getting his agency going so he's never home anymore during Alora's naptime for me to go over to the fitness center like I had been at the beginning of last month. Anything that involves being on the floor a lot is out when she's awake because mom on floor = mom wants to give me a pony ride in Alora's little mind. And I was reminded again this week that workouts that involve too many exercises like squats with my legs spread plie style results in my hips killing me all night long since I've had hip problems since birth. So I'm on the lookout again for something new I can do at home.
I'm determined I'm going to do this. This is my year. This fitness challenege is my goal and is going to help me stay on track. Unless I see a shiny object and get distracted. No wait. This is going to be my year :-)
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Mommy's Guilt
When we decided to start trying for a second baby I had mixed emotions. Mostly I felt excited about it but a not-so-small part of me was worried about the dynamics of two. Not so much about how they would interact with each other, but how I would interact with them. Prior to having Alora, Corbin was my little man. My one and only. We went everywhere together and did everything together. I knew that that would change with a new little one in the picture. No longer would he have my undivided attention. He would have to share me. Of course my love would grow enough for both of them but what about my time?
Well, almost two years in I'd like to say I've put those fears to rest but I haven't. It's not as all consuming as it was right after I had Alora. I honestly think I had postpartum depression for the first few months after her birth. She was a much more demanding baby than Corbin had been and I just felt like neither one of them ever got 100% of me. Where Corbin seemed to take to the changes like it was the most natural things in the world, it was not an easy transition for me. I cherished those sweet moments when I'd get to cuddle up with the two of them and loved watching the bond between them right from the start. But there were times when Alora just needed so much from me that Corbin's care fell more to Pat and it killed me that I was having to give up some of my precious time with him.
As months went by and Alora got bigger things became easier on that front. I figured out her dairy intolerance and her colic disappeared. She learned to crawl and walk around and I quickly discovered that she was more independent than her big brother and liked to do things on her own for a few minutes, giving me time once again to do things one on one with Corbin like playing games, doing science experiments, etc. And then she got big enough to do fun things too and things got even better. Creating masterpieces with chalk and playdoh with two kids instead of one meant twice as many artworks to admire. Pretend play with two kids teaches valuable lessons in sharing and taking turns for both. And holidays are extra special for the both of them because they have a sibling to share it with. I watch them teaching each other new games and laughing at each others' silliness and I know deep down that having a second baby really was right for our family.
But there still are those times when I feel some guilt for one or the other. I realized tonight that I haven't taken Alora to have a professional photo taken since she turned one. She'll be two next month. When Corbin was that age we were members of the JCPenny picture club and took him for every little holiday that came up, Halloween, Easter, Christmas, Mother's Day photos with Mommyy, Father's Day photos with Daddy. I meant to take Alora as much. I really did. Her first year we went at least 4 or 5 times but nothing since then. Corbin has had his picture taken a few times since then for school and sports and we're just so busy I keep forgetting that it's been so long. Even though we take literally hundreds of pictures of the kids every month on our own I still feel bad for her that he had that and she didn't.
But really I have to stop and put this in perspective for myself from time to time (ok, more like daily) that both of our kids are extremely lucky in all that they have. And I'm not just talking about material things like toys and books stacked up all over the house. They have the wonderful bond between them. They have love. Endless amounts of love. They have have a daddy that gets to spend way more time with them than pretty much any other daddy I know because his work has always been flexible. And they have a mom that adores them so much it sometimes drives me crazy enough to obsess over these small things.
Well, almost two years in I'd like to say I've put those fears to rest but I haven't. It's not as all consuming as it was right after I had Alora. I honestly think I had postpartum depression for the first few months after her birth. She was a much more demanding baby than Corbin had been and I just felt like neither one of them ever got 100% of me. Where Corbin seemed to take to the changes like it was the most natural things in the world, it was not an easy transition for me. I cherished those sweet moments when I'd get to cuddle up with the two of them and loved watching the bond between them right from the start. But there were times when Alora just needed so much from me that Corbin's care fell more to Pat and it killed me that I was having to give up some of my precious time with him.
As months went by and Alora got bigger things became easier on that front. I figured out her dairy intolerance and her colic disappeared. She learned to crawl and walk around and I quickly discovered that she was more independent than her big brother and liked to do things on her own for a few minutes, giving me time once again to do things one on one with Corbin like playing games, doing science experiments, etc. And then she got big enough to do fun things too and things got even better. Creating masterpieces with chalk and playdoh with two kids instead of one meant twice as many artworks to admire. Pretend play with two kids teaches valuable lessons in sharing and taking turns for both. And holidays are extra special for the both of them because they have a sibling to share it with. I watch them teaching each other new games and laughing at each others' silliness and I know deep down that having a second baby really was right for our family.
But there still are those times when I feel some guilt for one or the other. I realized tonight that I haven't taken Alora to have a professional photo taken since she turned one. She'll be two next month. When Corbin was that age we were members of the JCPenny picture club and took him for every little holiday that came up, Halloween, Easter, Christmas, Mother's Day photos with Mommyy, Father's Day photos with Daddy. I meant to take Alora as much. I really did. Her first year we went at least 4 or 5 times but nothing since then. Corbin has had his picture taken a few times since then for school and sports and we're just so busy I keep forgetting that it's been so long. Even though we take literally hundreds of pictures of the kids every month on our own I still feel bad for her that he had that and she didn't.
But really I have to stop and put this in perspective for myself from time to time (ok, more like daily) that both of our kids are extremely lucky in all that they have. And I'm not just talking about material things like toys and books stacked up all over the house. They have the wonderful bond between them. They have love. Endless amounts of love. They have have a daddy that gets to spend way more time with them than pretty much any other daddy I know because his work has always been flexible. And they have a mom that adores them so much it sometimes drives me crazy enough to obsess over these small things.
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