Bath

My baby taking a bath with her baby. She even gave her baby "Mamas" (she nurses her baby). I love her so!

His 4 ness

I have said it a bunch of times because it is mostly true. I LOVE the age 4 so far. Coop and I have our daily differences, that's for sure. Actually, we have our hourly differences, to be honest, but for the most part, having a 4 year old around is pretty awesome. He is caught in a sweet spot between baby and child. He still thinks his parents are cool and wants to play with us. He sings songs all day long in his adorable little boy voice. He still needs a lot of cuddle time. I can still pick him up. He has the best sense of humor, much better than mine, which often reminds me to lighten up! His head still smells delicious and comforting (I know I am weird, it's a mom think okay!). He is a dreamer and often is caught in a day dream. His imagination is larger than life right now and I love watching him think up fantastic scenarios with his toys. He is creative. Because he is getting to be a much bigger kid, you can have conversations with him on a semi adult level, which is more rewarding than I every could have anticipated. Don't get me wrong, like I said, we have our differences. Nobody can make me see red like Cooper can, it catches me off guard sometimes. I think that has been one of the most surprising things about parenting, how frustrated and angry I get. But, I am working on that every day and learning as I go. Nobody prepares you or teaches you how to be a mom. You have to learn. Actually, I am signed up for a 6 week parenting class starting at the end of the month! I am very excited about it. Anyway, back on track. Sometimes I look over at Cooper, his big eyes, and I melt inside. He is still so innocent and I know I need to savor these sweet 4 year old moments as much as I can. These photos crack me up because they are so him right now. Goofy to the core, scrapes and scars on his face, sly little smile, so beautiful.

Have a wonderful weekend and savor those babies of yours!

Conversations With A Three Year Old

Cooper: "Mommy, me and Fina came out of your [tummy] (correct anatomy was used but I will save the verbage since this is G rated) right?"
Me: "Yes, you and Fina did come out of my tummy."
Cooper: "And Brett, and Jacob, and Livia came out of your tummy too?" (these are all of the babies we know)
Me: "No baby, they came out of their mommies.I only gave birth to you and Fina."
Cooper: "Are you sure?"
Me: "Yup, pretty sure about this one."


Another moment in the car:
Cooper: "I just love you so much mommy!"



And another moment with Daddy:
"I want to be big and strong like you one day, daddy."



Sigh, we love this boy oh so much. I must admit that I am flattered that to him I am THE MOTHER. He sees me as the ultimate mother in which all life begins which is quite sweet. He is such a loving guy and it is moments like these that we never want to forget. He totally admires his daddy and just loves to play with him. Cooper and I certainly have our tough spots every day but he truly is a wonderful kid.
He is sick with a fever now and so is Fifi but when I came home last night he was more concerned with his baby sister then with himself (she had a tough time while I was at work). I am so proud of his compassion for her. He really is a good person, even if he is only 3.

Sometimes...

This post was inspired by Mckmama, who posted this today and I must say, it felt good to read and made me think that I wanted to do the same. We are hard on ourselves as mamas. If you are inspired to do the same, post a link to your blog on my comments.

Sometimes, I realize that it has been so long since I have been to the grocery store that all we have in the fridge are condiments. Sometimes, I realize it is noon and all I have had to eat or drink is coffee. Sometimes, I stop to think and am shocked to discover that it has been more than a day since my last shower! Sometimes, I bring my baby girl to bed with me all night even though she will sleep in her own bed (unlike her brother) just because I want to cuddle with her. Sometimes, I take it all out on Doug at the end of the day, even though he is the most amazing supportive husband in the world. Sometimes, I don't want to play cars or trains, I just want to sit on my butt and watch TV. Sometimes, I let my boy watch a movie just so I can get some time to myself. Sometimes, I go to bed at 8 and sleep until 8 the next day! Sometimes, I wake up to an incredibly messy house and wonder how in the world it got that way! Sometimes, there is so much clean laundry piled up on our small couch that we can't sit on it. Sometimes, it feels really freaking good to get it all off my chest, like I am doing right now and to realize that I am not perfect and that I can't do it all!