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I want to write here more. To write the things that don't really involve fertility, adoption, parenting, etc. But the things that are on my mind and in my heart besides those things. Also the little stuff that makes a life that I don't want to forget. Little things like HBG being so snuggly and running to me when she is sad, mad or hurt. That is something that I never thought would happen, ever, yet when she comes running, that lip stuck out, my heart leaps for myself, yet aches for her. Alot of the time, though, it is an exaggeration for dramatic effect, but that is where she takes after me! Seeing myself in this minor act makes me realize that I really am her mother! Little things like Bec falling asleep in my lap, smelling so sweet. The sweetest baby scents that are his only. Using different hair products for all members of the family really helps the senses differentiate between both of the kids. My brain responds appropriately to either Burts Bees or Johnson and Johnsons. Or Irish Spring.
The days since HBB has been home have flown. I wake up early and then check the clock to find that a few hours have passed. I don't remember my first maternity leave being like this at all. I remember those days lasting forever. There is so much to be said for parenting the second time around. I'm so glad that we decided to add this one to our family. I think that my perspective is now more balanced. It's weird, having them both be so different, makes me love each one so much more. He makes her more her and she makes him more him. And they both bring out more truth and genuine-ness in me. Does this make sense?
I haven't had time to art journal like I want to. This doesn't mean that I haven't done anything, just not as much as I did before the baby. This is all as it should be, otherwise I wouldn't sleep or eat. Actually, I'm not doing much of either of those things anyway with this stinking heat. Thank the Lord for AC.
The days since HBB has been home have flown. I wake up early and then check the clock to find that a few hours have passed. I don't remember my first maternity leave being like this at all. I remember those days lasting forever. There is so much to be said for parenting the second time around. I'm so glad that we decided to add this one to our family. I think that my perspective is now more balanced. It's weird, having them both be so different, makes me love each one so much more. He makes her more her and she makes him more him. And they both bring out more truth and genuine-ness in me. Does this make sense?
I haven't had time to art journal like I want to. This doesn't mean that I haven't done anything, just not as much as I did before the baby. This is all as it should be, otherwise I wouldn't sleep or eat. Actually, I'm not doing much of either of those things anyway with this stinking heat. Thank the Lord for AC.