Life with 2 kids

My posts seem to be few and far between now, but I do have good reason for that. Mostly it's because I have no time, but also because I could be doing better things (like taking a nap) than writing on the computer. Life with a two year old and a newborn is busy, to say the least. Trying to manage my time well is a challenge, while still trying to have fun with Caleb and keep up with Luke's feeding/changing schedule. I guess I knew this was coming, but like all other things in motherhood, you don't really understand until it happens to you.

Caleb has been a handful lately, and is definetly in to the terrible two stage. There isn't a day that goes by where he doesn't have some sort of crying/screaming fit. I'm trying my best to ignore and move on, but sometimes it's really trying on the patience. Luke is still a good baby, but has realized he wants to be held as much as possible. So, imagine this:

I have Luke in one arm, a burp rag and bottle being held onto with two fingers, Caleb handing me cars to play with while simultaneously asking for juice. No wait...milk. No wait..NO! YES! NO JUICE! NO MILK! TRACTOR PULLS! Commense the crying newborn in the crook of my left arm. Bottle dropping on the floor, Remmy running over to lick said bottle, Caleb falling on the ground in a fit of sadness over juice and milk choices, and let's just top it off with some poopy pants from Luke.

Yes. This is my life right now. I will listen to all of your advice that it will be over before I know it. But right now, I know it.

Somehow, I still feel lucky most days. Who wouldn't wish for this life?

Small Blessings

"Dear Lord, it's such a hectic day
With little time to stop and pray
For life's been anything but calm
Since You called on me to be a mom
Running errands, matching socks
Building dreams with building blocks
Cooking, cleaning, and finding shoes
And other stuff that children lose
Gitting lids on bottled bugs
Wiping tears and giving hugs
A stack of last week's mail to read
So where's the quiet time I need?
Yet when I steal a minute, Lord
Just at the sink or ironing board
To ask the blessings of Your grace
I see then, in my small one's face
That you have blessed me
All the while
And I stop to kiss
That precious smile."