It's been 3 years and 5 days since the day we found out that we were blessed with not only one but two tiny little miracles. As we sat at the dinner table last night I looked around as all three boys were just cracking up with each other. THREE...I thought to myself, when did this happen? It seems like yesterday we were going through some of the toughest times in our lives trying to conceive just one baby. One is what we prayed for. Three is what we got. GOD IS GOOD!
I have things I want to write all the time. I just never can find the energy to do it. I've noticed that has kind of been the trend in the blogs I follow. Noone updates anymore. I get it because I'm obviously one of those, but I miss hearing other's struggles and joys.
Life is going good in our household. Things are still VERY busy. We just purchased a new house and will be moving in this weekend. We had to change to give these three boys room to run. I'm hoping it is a house that will hold lots of memories for each of them. I'm currently in full planning mode for Bray's 1st Birthday which is in about 6 weeks. (I may or may not have had a tear just stream down my face). It's amazing how different your second child is, or third in my case. His babyhood has just flown by. I can't believe I'm about to have no babies in my house and none on the way. It seems like such a strange feeling. It's honestly a sad feeling. It does get easier the older they all get but it also makes my heart yearn for those first months with each of them. I guess I'll just have to reminisce with pictures for now. Brody and Beckham are talking like they are teenagers. Really only Robert and I can probably understand about half the things they say but it sure is cute. The things that come out of their mouth sometimes just makes my jaw drop. Like where in the world did you learn that? The other day we were looking at shapes and Brody was telling me what each one was. We went through circle, square, triangle. Then we got to the what I would call nonstandard shape. He held it up and said "Mommy, octagon". I was speechless. Seriously, I probably wouldn't have even remembered what that was called ha. This is also the kid who now calls me Mom instead of Mommy which really tugs at my heart strings. That's a battle I am losing. Then Beckham the other day was walking away from me when I needed him. So I said Beckham, come here, to which he replied "just a minute Mommy". Who are these kids and when did they grow up?
I"m not going to lie. I still go to bed most nights so exhausted and frustrated from fighting with three little ones. Parenting is harder than I ever imagined it to be. They have pulled out more of my bad side than I would like to admit, but they have also pulled out this love I never knew could exist. So yes I'm still hanging in there with three little ones and yes I stil feel extremely blessed. I wouldn't have it any other way!
