I'm overdue for an update. Surprise, Surprise. Story of my life it seems. I didn't want to be "that mom", the one who uses her kids as an excuse for her being so busy. But alas. I am "that mom". Two kids is busy. Super busy. And when they are sleeping, I'm paying bills, cleaning, doing laundry, making phone calls, or working on something to make us money. Blogging has moved so far down the priority list, some days I can't even see it. It's 10:30pm, and I should be in bed, but the guilty conscience I have is keeping me from thinking about anything other than blogging. So here I sit. That picture of the kids was taken last night around 7pm. Trei had jimmy-rigged some box into a wagon. My dad has videos og himself dragging me around the kitchen in a diaper box pulled by some rope. Trei was flinging Lucas around the living room and down the hallway. Lucas was in fits of laughter, and kept exclaiming "Again Daddy! Again!!" We thought it would be hilarious to put Olivia in there with him. She was getting a kick out of it until they tipped over. Her head barely touched the carpet and she was in hysteria. Her world was over. OVER. Luckily, I had gotten this shot in the few moments prior to her accident. And isn't a cute one? Lucas ACTUALLY let her sit with him for more than 3 minutes without shoving her away. A true miracle in our household. Please note how Olivia's leg is kind of hanging out a bit. I don't believe this is by accident. I truly believe this is her way of controlling the situation. One foot in, and one foot out. She is able to still maintain a bit of control in moments of choas. Which is so typical of Olivia. She is funny. One moment she is the happiest girl in the world, and the next she has been wronged in a way that can't be redeemed and life as she knows it is no longer. She doesn't want out of your sight. She loves to be held and cuddled and doted on. She is super sensitive, and loving and can, in an instant, drain me emotionally and mentally. This is so opposite of her brother. He drains me physically. He never stops. His favorite thing. In the whole world. Even more than balls and trains and his bike. Is his dad. "Go away mom" is a common phrase in our house. That or "Dad Help!" anytime I am trying to change his diaper, or feed him lunch, or get him out of the car...you get the idea. He jumps, and runs, and talks, and sings, and tests me (you know, "how serious is mom when she says no?"). He is free to say I love you, and quick to get over things, Mr. Independent and a know-it-all. A total opposite from his sister. Both posessing qualities far different from eachother. Ofcourse, I wouldn't have it any other way. Even in the midst of a very hectic and stressful day - I look at both my kids and feel so humbled to be there mom. Blessed to have this role - but also worried sick about whether I can be all that they need me to be in their lifetime. It's a BIG responsibility. HUGE. God knew Trei and I could handle it though. So I realize I need to Trust in Him. God doesn't make mistakes. He has a plan.
