|Me and Stinky in 2008. Holy cow I was yooooung|
I never really liked kids. I hated babysitting. Other people's children annoyed me. I was fairly certain I might want kids some day but I was not married to the idea. I just sort of hoped I could find it in myself to like my own kids.
And then Stinky was born. And I discovered this incredible, deep-seated mother's heart. And Baby 2's birth took it to a whole other level. I am that Mama Bear that yells at big kids at the park because they rode their bikes too close. I am that sap who watches her babies sleep. I am that sentimental fool who freaks out when she realizes her kids just keep getting older and there's no way to keep them tiny and snuggly for a little bit longer.
My babies are my reason for breathing. Some days are long, hard, and filled with poop but I wouldn't give up this job for anything.
|In the hospital with Baby 2 (this pic gives me butterflies. There is NOTHING like those first few days with your new baby)|
*both my kids now call me Ma. Combine that with Stinky calling Aaron by his first name and we are the epitome of class around here.