these are the days. where we’re staying alive thanks to caffeine (well, me. josh finds green salads energizing for some odd reason) and just really proud of the fact that we’ve kept the kids alive, too.
these are the days where we tag teamed changing a dirty diaper on sunday and between two adult parents who have done this a few thousand times before, it still somehow found a way to climb up her tummy (backwards blowout?!) and touch like everything within arms reach and then everything in the other room, too.
the days of finding odd white spots all over conrad’s hair as we’re sitting in sacrament meeting in church (turns out he had an exciting playdate with mama’s dry shampoo minutes before we left which i feel like is a level down from paint, so not-so-bad? but the not-so-bad probably gets canceled out by the fact that i didn’t notice it until much later into our morning).
the days of tiny messes in every single room of the apartment – even though we did clean at some point in the past 12 hours – and kids negotiating the why of making a bed they’ll just unmake the next time they see it. (they do have a point.)
it’s the days where i’m getting a little tired of the daily school grind as summer is arriving…just gotta keep the eye on the prize for these final 6 weeks til summer recess.
the days where mama has come to acknowledge that her nursing journey with the baby girls, while i have loved and clinged to it, and felt immense joy and bonding through it, will need to come to an earlier end than she anticipated after the baby girls’ first birthdays, as it’s also slowly killing her this time around even though that is hard for her to admit. (actually had to calendar an official date in mid june for myself so i have time to mentally prepare myself for the wean after some travel in june. why is this so hard for me?)
the days of me hiding my phone in other rooms in the apartment so it doesn’t control and dictate my limited free-time when the house is quiet and i should be sleeping (that instagram-sucked-into-the-never-ending-scroll-habit, be gone!).
these are the days. filled with little bodies laughing and crying at some point in a 24 hour period. where i feel immense joy in the walls of our small apartment, be it cluttered and chaotic at basically all hours. where i look around myself and feel ready to pinch my arm, as cliché as it sounds. we’re healthy. we’re happy. we’re maybe disheveled, in need of a nap and a teeny tiny bit in survival mode, but i’ll never get over that these people belong to me.
PS- because a blog post is not complete without photos, how sweet are josh and conrad playing “diner!”?! they do this rather often together and i finally grabbed the camera and snapped a few photos! i feel like i really got my fries for a real bargain of a price of $100 last time i ate at “conrad’s diner.” josh says conrad gave a bill for “21-1000-1,000,000-100-36…all those numbers!” conrad’s diner must be in new york city! whatever the bill, i will never get over that bridge of freckles over that sweet little dude’s nose! bless his heart.