No mess = Happy mommy!

At least I am teaching Layna one thing right.  Last night Layna was eating a yogurt when she said "No mess....happy mommy!"  I was so proud of her at that very moment!  She is just too funny with her neatness also......  After playing outside this summer with bare feet she goes right in the house to wash her feet in the bathtub.  She also has to fix all the rugs that are folded over or make sure nothing is hanging out of her laundry bin (ok, a little OCD).  She likes her stuff organized just like her mommy. She is quite the helper too.  She puts her cloths in the laundry after she takes them off, puts her shoes in the shoe bin, cup in the sink, plate in the garbage after snack, wipes down her place mat and helps put Hunter's diapers in the garbage when I change him.  She is just so adorable.  I can tell my little Hunter is going to be the messy one!

This sums it up!

I got this from a mommy on my mom forum that I belong to.  It totally sums up what we all experience when baby #2 comes into our lives.

Loving Two


I walk along holding your 2-year-old hand, basking in the glow of our magical relationship. Suddenly I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited. And I wonder: how could I ever love another child as I love you?

Then he is born, and I watch you. I watch the pain you feel at having to share me as you’ve never shared me before.

I hear you telling me in your own way, “Please love only me”. And I hear myself telling you in mine, “I can’t”, knowing, in fact, that I never can again.

You cry. I cry with you. I almost see our new baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared. A relationship we can never quite have again.

But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being, and feeling almost guilty. I’m afraid to let you see me enjoying him, as though I am betraying you.

But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity, then to protectiveness, finally to genuine affection.

More days pass, and we are settling into a new routine. The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.

But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we two. There are new times – only now, we are three. I watch the love between you grow, the way you look at each other, touch each other.

I watch how he adores you – as I have for so long. I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments. And I begin to realize that I haven’t taken something from you, I’ve given something to you. I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.

I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong. And my question is finally answered, to my amazement. Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you – only differently.

And although I realize that you may have to share my time, I now know you’ll never share my love. There’s enough of that for both of you – you each have your own supply.


I love you – both. And I thank you both for blessing my life. Author Unknown

An awe moment

Yesterday when I sneezed Layna says "Bless you mommy."  Awe......just too cute.  Later we were talking about baby Nolan and she called her Uncle Ryan "Auntie Ryan".  Too cute!  She calls our neighbor Pastor Scott, "Pastor Sock" and Hunter is still Hunter boy!  I just can't believe how much she knows and how much she talks.  She says things and I am like " Where did you learn that?."  Most of the time Layna responds with mommy.  I guess she is listening far more than I thought.  Makes you rethink what you are saying and doing in front of her.   I can definitely say that she makes me want to be a better wife, mommy and woman so she will someday be just that!