My God, how I have been blessed.
I woke up with my baby more than 4 times last night, who seems to think 5am is some sort of party hour.
My 3 year old enjoys to throw 'dying' fits where he throws himself to the floor anytime he is slightly upset, where he remains still as if a statue.
My oldest boy has the silliest behavior that trying to get him to listen calmly sometimes feels like I am speaking to a wall.
I am so lucky, so thankful for my 3 beautiful boys.
My little baby, who despite not sleeping all night loves to cuddles me, eats so easily and is an easy to please, happy baby. My 3 year old Big boy, is the softest, sweetest most sensitive little guy you can imagine. And my Kiki, who is so proud to be a big brother, is amazingly helpful and wants to be everyone's hero.
Yes, I am so blessed with three wonderful sons that God chose to have me be their Mom.
Chosen to be their Mom, to help them grow, to encourage their personalities and a strong attachment to one another.
I am so exhausted, so I-haven't-slept-more-than-4-hours tired, and feeling like I am failing when I stop to see how absolutely incredible they each are.
Big open mouth baby grins, belly laughs, and brotherly hugs that border on hurting each other.
I am so unbelievably blessed, so lucky to be needed as Mom.
*This post stems from feelings I have had all week from reading Diana's blog, and have reminded me to slow down and focus on all that I do have.