Not poking fun at any of my Scottish friends. I love that phrase.
Seriously though, I am the parent of a 2.5 year old, and 5 year and a 6 year old (who is going to turn 7 in just a month now!). Can I rip my hair out now?
What happened to my babies?
I woke up this morning after having spent the night in more or less the same position, as I had one to my left and one at my feet all night long. I stretched. I turned this way and that. I dropped a kiss on his head, gently so he didn’t wake up.
I smiled.
I complain about having everyone in my bed. We just purchased four 2x4s to put under our bed for support, because the three skimpy supports were busted or breaking. We just regularly have too much weight on the bed, and that’s just DH & I. Add in the 70 – 110 extra pounds a night in kid and hell yah it’s too heavy for my three measly supports that came with the bed.
Let me tell you, waking up and having the people I love the most in this world around me is great. I suspect I am going to miss it when they are too old to come cuddle with me. I should stop complaining about it.
Malachai is by far my most difficult child. I don’t know if it is a product of being the middle, or just who he is. I was difficult (that’s an understatement!) and I am the oldest, so who knows. I wish he was easier, but then, I suppose, he wouldn’t be my Malachai.
So five years. My first (and only) water birth. My first time breastfeeding successfully. My first completely cloth diapered child. So many firsts, with that second child of mine.
We’re going to have some breakfast today, and head over to the party store so he can pick out some goodies. We’ll have cake and whatnot tonight, and again on Sunday (I’m inviting some family over on Sunday). We got him a Spongebob game for the Wii (it’s a GameCube game) which is what he wanted. We’re going to wait till Sunday when he gets his birthday money to get him anything else. I am on a buying strike for the kids, spoiled little things.









