Late.

Your chest rises and falls as you slowly drift off to sleep.  I still can't believe that you're mine. Sweet little moon baby, you have made our already perfect family complete.  Sitting here in the middle of the night, when the world is sleeping, I feel like we connect the most.  

It's you and me.

Quietly rocking in the dim light of your nightlight.

Some days this is the only time you seem to nurse without distractions.

Everyday you get more and more distracted by that whirlwind of a sister.  You want to get up and play with her so badly that sometimes I think you're just going to get up and run.

Having the connection of being able to nourish you from my body when you are on the outside is more than I ever imagined. Seeing the small smiles you give me mid way through a nursing session make all the sleep deprivation worth it.  It's as if you are telling me thank you. And when you smile so big that you can't contain the milk and it streams down your cheek. I know you love me as much as your little body can. 

Baby boy, are you real? You are my favorite part of midnight💫

Night time muses

Some times I wonder what I did to become so lucky?

I am 27.

A 27 year old with an amazing husband of 4 years.

A 27 year old with our own home.

A 27 year old with 2 beautiful children.

A 27 year old with all of these things and the ability to stay home with her kids.

This is more than the average 27 year old. I am aware that we have been very lucky in the things that we have aquired and received.  Sometimes I don't think it's real.  

Canning woes

It started out as a rather productive day.
Laundry washing.
Baby bouncing.
Toddler happily eating 'oadameal'.

Lots on the list of to-dos, such as cleaning the house, and peeling/coring and cutting up about 5 boxes of apples for sauce.

So I start getting the kitchen cleaned and picked up so I can start on the applesauce, and realize I NEED to wash some dishes. So about half way through I went to wash one of my FAVORITE jars, a smoothie jar as I call it. A pint and a half mason jar. I proceed to push the sponge into the jar and the bottom explodes out and I was already in mid swirl and I sliced the top of 4 fingers.

Crap.
Crap.
Crrraaaaappppp.

Ryleigh gets me a towel and I realize this is more than the Doc Mcstuffins bandaids can handle. It took 20 min to get the bleeding under control. Yuck.

Thankfully my mom, who is AMAZING,  was able to rush over and help me load everyone up in the car. I am pretty sure if I would have tried to put Luke in his carseat, CPS would have thought he was a crime scene.

3 stitches, some lidocaine, and a few steristrips later, we got home.

9 days without getting it wet.

How is that going to work? 
Good luck! Haha!

Just call me Leonardo. 😉