Time flies...

It was 5 months ago today that our sweet Zander joined our family and began enriching our lives. I can still remember waking up 6 days past due thinking I'd never be comfortable again. And by afternoon I was basking in the joy of my newborn 8lb 8oz 22in of boy. As I looked into his steely eyes I actually thought I could do this again, it really is worth it.
Today he rolls across the floor and giggles at his big brother. He eats cereal twice a day in an attempt to quench his healthy appetite. He has to be 17lbs by now! I struggle to not forget how tiny he was. How floppy he looked in his newborn clothes. Now he is spilling into 6-9month clothing with no slowing down in the future. He is on a faster pace than T.
Speaking of my ball of energy. I think 2 year olds were put in our lives to humble us. Anytime one finds themselves trying to explain why we do not squirt chocolate syrup onto the kitchen floor, then lye on our tummies nearly in it as to get a better angle to lick it up, you might start to question your ability as a parent. But when that same culprit, who will remain un-named, emerges from the bathroom in which you had him bubbled to wash off syrup. Soaking. Dripping wet and armed with a sopping loofa to aid in your efforts at cleaning up the mess. You realize that he does hear you when you repeatedly ask to help clean up. Now we have to work on applying skills when applicable; like drying off before you leave the bathroom and AFTER you have left the water and tub. (happened after I finished his bath and ran to check the baby before he shall remain nameless got out.)
It's times like these that make steam come from your ears while you are in the throws of it. But I smile even as I type this and will laugh when I tell the story years down the road. That's the kicker about motherhood; just when you think you've had your fill.... They smile and laugh and you realize they are just children and it's just carpet. You could have not had the night you had, but you wouldn't have that smile and laughter they bring. No more poopy diapers, but no more giggles of glee when you tickle, no more shrieks of joy just for your attention, no more tiny hands reaching for you just so they can be close to you. I would never trade it for the world, not even for a full nights sleep every night of my life. And yes, I could do this again.... Even the pregnancy.

In the still of the night.

It is so funny how when Jer is out of town I can't seem to get to sleep. Both boys are out, and while I should take advantage and catch some ZZZZ's before Zander wakes for his 2am feeding, I sit here with my mind all a-buzz. Perhaps I just feel more safe and settled with Jer here. Not that I get that much quality sleep lately anyway, but I sleep worse when He is not in the house.
My boys keep me so busy and throw in Owen and I barely get the time to pee during the day. Funny how the weight on my ass manages to hang on despite how little I eat and the amount of chasing, bouncing, hopping, dancing and clean-up I do. You can't see it in my legs but I do hundreds of squats a day, although all the lifting is keeping my arms looking pretty lean. But we all know how a good pair of arms looks in tight jeans. (insert sarcasm here)
So as if I have a bounty of energy to spare, we are joining a gym in an attempt to lose our baby weight, yes Jer too, and get healthy. Which in turn, I am told, will reap more energy to be had in the end. Energy I am sure my boys will find something to do with.
If only we had a home gym I could burn some insomnia on. I already did some yoga and meditation, but that always got me refreshed and going in the morning. Not to be done for winding down in my case I suppose. SO late night television, here I come.