I have so much to catch up on here about the boys but tonight, for my records, here is a tid bit. Last week Hank taught himself to take his shirt off by himself. No big deal? Huge deal! He can now fully undress and dress himself. My baby is growing up. He is needing me for less and less and is communicating more and more. This past weekend we got Hank a big bed and the crib is sidecarred to it. Lots of space and a low to the ground sleep surface for both boys. Tonight was their first night in the new set up and all I wanted to do is crawl in there with them. However Hank reminded me that I had to get out of his bed and go get in mine and be quiet. He is such a little man now and him turning 3 is proving to be much harder on me than any of his other birthdays or even Miles' first birthday. I love them both so much and I love watching them grow. Some days are so long and I desperately need an hour of cardio by myself yet the months and years just fly by. I don't want to forget any of it. Okay, maybe the parts that I almost lose my mind but everything else...the pudgy cheeks, button noses, mullet curls, how I still have to help H reach the sink or water fountain, the tiny crocs, the all night nurse-a-thons, the ergo back carries, the way Miles loves on Maw Maw, the way H still doesn't pronounce "s" in any words. Help me Lord to treat every day like a blessing and an opportunity to minister to my family.
*I had to climb back in their bed twice before I was able to finish this post. And I guess that is okay. I got a queen size on purpose because I know many nights will be spent in between my two boys. 👶🏻😴👶🏻
