These Small Hours

Fair day.  The ferris wheel, piggy races, livestock show kind.  Fantastic for the kids and us adults alike, and my preferred type of 'family entertainment'.  Non-simulated, cartoon-character-free, barely-an-attempt-to-sell-you-anything venue where you can saunter around and view the hobbies of what people who actually have time for them do, i.e., raise blue-ribbon winning rabbits, quilt, keep bees, etc.

And, now I'm here at home writing my first ever blog post.  Mercy Me.

The bowl of homemade vanilla icecream with M&Ms and chocolate syrup I just finished doesn't lie and clearly indicates I'm a little nervous about actually publishing a post.

Where am I going with all of this (blogging stuff)?  Why am I doing it?  What do *I* even have to say?  I plan on figuring it out as I go.  But, for now, it's just going to be an outlet for me.

As I sit here with a crooked, stiff neck (a new, firm pillow and nursing an almost 20-month-old throughout the night don't mix) feeling oh-so-guilty about that bowl of homemade vanilla icecream with M&Ms and chocolate syrup I just finished and realizing that I haven't done any running or other type of exercise in almost a month... I am compelled to acknowledge that.....

I don't care!

I'm happy.  At peace.  Loving life. right. now.  I love my husband and children to bits.  I love that my biggest 'problem' is finding ways to help my three-and-a-half-year-old deal with his jealousy for having to share this world with a younger brother.  He loves his brother something fierce, but it's pretty clear he would have been o.k. being an only.  I mean, he didn't ask us for the brother, now did he?

Michael (the aforementioned three-and-a-half-year-old) conked out tonight at about 9:00 pm.  He's starting to give up napping during the day, so hopefully, bedtimes will come earlier and earlier.  Jude (almost 20 months), went down- independently ahem- about an hour later in his big boy bed (another first in this house today).  I have the Magic Bumpers under the sheets and mattress pad now, so at least I'll have peace of mind that one of the things going bump in the middle of the night won't be his head or his body tumbling off the platform bed.  Now, if he actually sleeps through the night without waking up to nurse, I may actually be a rested, somewhat sane mommy tomorrow.

This is the stuff of which I'll be recording here.  It matters to me. 

Our umpteenth viewing of 'Meet the Robinsons', the latest Disney movie in our library stockpile, was just as good as our first.  However, I had taken its message to heart a long time ago: let it go.... don't look back... keep moving forward.  Because it's the little things, the small moments during this wondrous time of raising my children, that I will hold hold on to forever.