Most days, I am the happy Mommy of a loving toddler and a sweet new baby. I love being able to stay-at-home with my children. I love that everyday I wake up and I am their teacher. I love witnessing all of our everyday miracles, especially with Christian's CI. Most days are filled with laughter and joy. Today is a different story. I'm tired. I'm stressed. I didn't have time to put my make-up on this morning, and worst of all...I had to cancel a much needed pedicure this morning. Grr.
I found as Christian gets deeper and deeper into his 2nd year, that I lose more and more patience. By 9am this morning, I already had dealt with two temper tantrums, one broken toy, and a popped balloon (we were at our favorite grocery store that gives out free balloons and cookies). I know I'm "supposed" to be celebrating every word that comes out of this kid's mouth, but does that include the word "NO"? I should be glad that he's using 6 word sentences, but I cringe when I hear "No, Mommy not going to clean-up". I know what he is doing is completely normal and it's par for the course.
And to think that I thought I would never hear him speak.