Our life as a meme..

In this moment, captured, I felt like I was epitomising some joke about parenting more than one child. It went something along the lines of:

First child finds food on the floor - parent replaces it with a fresh version. Second child finds food on the floor - parent brushes it off and gives it back to child. Third child finds food on the floor - parent takes a photo and celebrates child eating first solid food!

Body beautiful...

The other night I fell asleep fully dressed, whilst settling baby M. At some stage through the night I managed to rid myself of the dress I had on, leaving me just in my underdaks. When I finally acknowledged that the day should just begin, I emerged from the bedroom into the quiet, still sleepy house and managed to catch a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror outside our bathroom.

For the first time, possibly in my life, I really loved what I saw. I am well versed with the parts of my body that I often see and feel uncomfortable with - my tummy that still seems to bulge, my chunky thighs, my arms not as toned as I would like, and my neck that threatens to become a full-blown double chin if I keep using chocolate to keep myself upright through the day.. but this time I saw the complete package, and it worked. My body is rounded, yes, but in a softly beautiful, well proportioned and achingly feminine way.

A shall try to remember this body, beautiful, exists.

He understands..

The most beautiful thing in my days is watching my littlest two boys interact. Mr 2 is just so loving, gentle, thoughtful and understanding of baby M.

When baby M is upset, Mr 2 will tell me what it is that he wants. I've really noticed in the last few days that Mr 2 is spot on, everytime. Where he used to just say "he wants mummy" or "he wants a breastfeed", Mr 2 now knows if M wants to sleep, is asking for a toy, or needs to do a wee!

My favourite though is when M is upset, and Mr 2 will go up and cuddle him, saying "it's ok M, I'm here".

He understands.

A sentiment to remember..

 
"Jealousy is the art of counting someone else’s blessings instead of your own"

This sentence jumped off the page it was on. Clearly a message I needed to see.

The whole article is well worth a read too.

One must wonder..

As a full-time Mum to three lively boys - aged 11, 2 and 4 months - and a loving husband running his own business, my life is certainly very full. It is exciting, enlightening, and all encompassing. So why, one might ask, would this mother take on full-time study as well?

Tonight, as I took a moment from the computer to walk around and settle Baby M in the Ergo, I realised that maybe it was just an excuse to get out of cleaning the floors.

One must wonder..