Surprise surprise.... I have NOT been very good at staying up to date about my day to days! The kids are quite a distraction and whenever I think I'm going to sit down and blog, I get side tracked by something else, AKA laundry, dishes, diapers, you know the drill!
Anyways, time has certainly flown by! My little Miss Leona is already pushing 7 months and my baby boy is going to be 4 years old in matter of weeks, not such a baby anymore! sniff sniff! We're planning a bug birthday, it should be interesting to say the least. On that note, I am actually, surprisingly, the original suggester of Isaac's bug infactuation. The reason being, I was sick of dinosaurs, small and big, toys, movies, and books, consuming my everyday. I did not however, realize that toys and T.V. programs can be turned off, and put away. Bugs, on the other hand, are EVERYWHERE! So now, I have my little boy bringing small insects into my home all hours of the day, and walking outside without studying every grassy, bug ridden area, not an option. Yes, he is all boy! I remind myself though, if really, really, all I have to complain about is my son's silly antics and likeness to yuckyness, well then I should rejoice in a happy healthy boy and just keep the hand sanitizer near by.
As busy and crazy these kids keep me, they are totally the best thing... I love the light they bring into my everyday. It's little things like seeing my daughter absolutely light up when she sees her big brother, or hearing my son coo over her and share his toys with her. Just the other day, my son asked me to have a picnic with him outside, I almost said no, almost told him I had cleaning to do, emails to read.... Thankfully I took him up on his offer, he reminded me of the simplicities of life. While enjoying our lunch, he looked over at me and commented, with the perfect innocence and joy of a child, "What a nice day" and then proceeded to tell me I was his best friend. I hope he always feels that way somewhere.
I know that this is the last summer that Isaac will really be my little boy. The last year that he is free from the restraints of school and desires to be with other friends. For now though, I am selfish with his time. I had the pleasure of hearing a reading of Let Me Hold You Longer by Kingsbury Karen. This book explains these feelings all too well, it is one all us mommies should probably own. It perfectly depicts that tear we all feel between wanting to see our children grow and thrive, and wanting them to stay our perfect little babies, who know only our love and love us that much more for it. That is where I am. That is exactly where I am, wanting to keep my little boy, my little boy, all the while trying to get him to act like a big boy.
That bring me to my daughter... I was thinking about this the other day, while trying to get her to take her nap, unsuccessfully I might add. Why is it that we care, and pray, and dream of hearing nothing but our little ones voice for months and months while pregnant, and then as soon as they are born, we spend all our time trying to quiet that little voice? Another one of those eternal paradox's? What do you think?