3 Weeks.

Yesterday marked Shelby’s 3 week birthday.  Honestly, it feels like she’s been out of me for MONTHS.  I’ve gotten used to getting up at night, however, I do not enjoy the moments of walking her to sleep and tiptoeing out of the room, praying our squeaky wood floors don’t wake her up.  I have to say, since I only get about 1.5-2.5 hours of sleep at a time, I usually sleep so hard when the next feeding comes it feels as if I just closed my eyes.  Ahhh…it is amazing how one forgets these days and gets excited for yet another baby.

Here is our little peanut right now.  She should be about 10lbs now and is learning to sleep more at night.  She usually gives me two, 4-5hour spurts a day where my boobs get a break.  Nice girl she is.

My days of being a mom of two are….well….interesting, to say the least.  Some days are good (like today) and some days are horrible (like yesterday).  The days where both kids, as well as myself, are crying because there is so much crying it is overwhelming.  Shelby cries, which makes Morgan cry, which makes Shelby cry harder, which makes me cry.  Oye, love the Postpartum hormones.

Morgan is becoming quite the challenging little kid; meaning she will willfully challenge everything you ask her to do, tell her to do, give her to do, eat, play….whatever.  Look at these eyes….they say it all.

And here, point in case, her in the pool IN HER CLOTHES!

I have definitely learned to let down my guard with her.  As she takes her soapy hands and wipes them all over the bathroom mirror, I now try to smile instead of scold.  She keeps me going, that is for sure.  Perhaps Shelby will be the quiet, content one:)

We do love our girls though:)