Magic

So far I've found that motherhood is really hard, but it has times where it feels almost magical. Yesterday was not one of those days.

The toddler was fussy, strong willed and refused to eat. He whined, threw himself on the floor and was hard to console. (I have to give him credit with being an obedient child who will put himself in time out multiple times when I tell him to go.)

The baby is starting his 4 month sleep regression and was a miserable growly, growly baby. He cried, refused to nap on his own, and just wanted to be held all day. By the afternoon it felt like I had at least 5 babies crying and whiny all over the house. I couldn't get away from it.

Around 5:30 the magical sound of the garage door bringing daddy arrived. After I fed the baby we proceed to try to eat dinner and chat. The toddler cried and whined because he wanted anything for dinner than what we gave him. He was over tired and hungry at this point.

After dinner some evening thunderstorms came through. We watched them come in and got the boys ready for bed as the thunder crashed.

After a long night of babies and thunderstorms we were all up early this morning. The toddler refused his breakfast and the baby cried while I got ready.

As I fed the baby the toddler wandered into the nursery and put his head on my knee. I finished feeding the baby and moved over in the rocker. The toddler crawled up with me and while I rocked the baby he laid his head on my shoulder.

A mid-morning thunderstorm rolled through. As I was listening to the thunder, rocking, and praying I saw the toddler's hand drop as he drifted off to sleep. I heard the baby sigh as he drifted off to sleep. I kept rocking and enjoyed the moment.

Ah. There it is. Magic.