I have not been able to write as much as I'd like. I lay in bed at night, writing blog posts in my head, recalling the day and the things I don't want to ever forget. If only my thoughts would just show up as rough drafts.
I find myself feeling like I'm drowning in memories I want to preserve. Instead, housework, hungry babies, and business call to me.
Sawyer has been doing some pretty cute things lately. Between 6:30 p.m. and bedtime, he gets pretty snuggly. He likes to cuddle up to Brynja and me when I am nursing. So he climbed up by us on the couch again, and started singing a song that went something like, "Mommy, momby, mooooooommmmy, MOMMY, mooooooooooomby!" I guess he wrote that song for me. At the end, he took my face in his hands and pressed his lips onto mine. It was a little awkward, and I think he kept kissing on me because I was giggling. He stared right into my eyes as he was kissing me. And when he was finally done, he petted his sissy's head for awhile.
We went to the post office today to mail a small package to my stepmom. He carried the package in with one hand, held my hand with the other, and I was also carrying Brynee in her car seat. When we got inside, he said something like, "Where aaawee?" I said we're at the post office to mail this package. He said, "What izzzit?" I said it's a package for your grandma. He said, "Comma? COMMA! Cooooooommmmaaaaa... where aaaaaaaayooooooo?" I said no honey, she's not here. The package is for grandma, but she's not here. He looked around, puzzled, at the line of people. Then he went up to an older lady and gave her the package, saying, "Herego, comma." I know he knew who I was talking about at first because he was talking about "Poo-O" which is what my dad and stepmom call their dog (poodle). But after he realize they were not there, he thought I meant the package went to any grandma.
I've been so busy in the past few weeks, as I recently became an independent Scentsy consultant. I love that Sawyer enjoys smelling the scent testers with me.
I took down Brynee's bassinet today. Packed it up for the next baby. She's growing up so fast; they both are. I have to think about moving her out of our room at some point, which means moving Sawyer out of his crib so she can use it.
I plan to do a post about Sawyer turning 2... hopefully I have time for that this week.
I really wish I could freeze my kids at their various stages so I could have them at all their ages of life. Someday my arms will be empty. It must be tiring for people to read about how I'm always sad that my babies are growing older. I really need to work on releasing them to God.
