Stella is 5 months old today!
Our little baby who spent the first 4 months of her life crying all.day.long with colic, has turned into the happiest, smiliest little peanut with the most adorable chubby thighs. She is such a joy, filling our home with coos and giggles all day long now. She seems to feel so much better and now I can say I have the easiest baby! She has settled into a nice routine and just goes with the flow of our daily lives.
Of course, when blogging, it's so easy to paint a picture like we've got it all together. But, the reality is that our house is almost always a mess, the espresso machine is worn out and my wardrobe has gotten progressively more pathetic! On Christmas Day this year, we were driving home from Christmas dinner and we were both so tired, we decided to get a coffee. We completely forgot it was a holiday and no place would be open. While both kids were screaming their heads off in the back, we were cruising around Vancouver in our mini van wondering why no coffee shops were open. We burst out laughing when we started to talk about how our lives had changed over the last few years. Parenthood is no joke.
But lately I've been trying to stop and remember all the little moments amidst the chaos of our daily lives, because it is just flying by with these two. Cole is no longer my baby, and if I'm being honest, he's just not all that into me anymore. It's all about Dad these days. I remember how busy he was as a two year old and how I wanted to get through that stage faster. And now I would love to go back if I could. The things that drive me most crazy today, are the things I will miss the most in the future. The 30 Hot Wheels perfectly lined up down the hallway that always manage to be underfoot. The 5am wake up calls for a snuggle. Waking Stella up early from a nap because he missed her. Standing in the pouring rain because he wants to learn how to buckle his carseat by himself. "Helping" me in the kitchen. Hearing the word "poop" 400 times a day because he thinks it's just the funniest thing ever.
And Stella. We were in such survival mode during the first few months all of those first little moments just slid by. I never want to forget that she "talks" so loudly in church that we always have to step out. Her little crying fits that force me to stop whatever I'm doing and to just hold her for a bit. The last feeding before bed where I get to hold her and read for 30 minutes. The constant spit up that means multiple outfits changes a day, getting full use out of her adorable wardrobe. Checking on her in the bouncy chair every few minutes while I shower. Moving everything off the changing table so that Cole can sit next to her while I get her in her jammies.
Our lives are far from perfect but rich indeed.
