My name is Beth and I blog over at Our Pretty Little Girls. Over there you will find a variety of posts from recipes & home school, to the random events that we call life. I am so excited to be sharing on Whitney’s site today. I am fairly positive that Whitney just might be my long lost little sister and I hope and pray that one sweet day we will be reunited. Until then I will remain happy following her every move through the world of blogging. That didn’t sound creepy at all, did it ;)?
There they are.
My family, my heart
I have been proudly married to Russ for heading on 9 years now, but as awesome as he is we won’t be talking about him today. Today for ‘The Mommylogues Series’ we will be talking about those two blonde girls who have stolen my heart.
Marissa came into this world on June 17th of 2008.
She is a blonde haired, blue eyed, dimpled version of myself. It is so eye opening (aka humbling) to see a miniature version of yourself walking around.
Fast forward 2 Years and 8 months later to February 21st, 2011 when Emily made her big arrival.
She is our curly haired blonde with a free spirit and a passion for life.
So much like her older sister, but completely different too.
We were blessed beyond measure with two pretty little girls.
And time passed by…
Yesterday my baby turned 5, F-I-V-E!
Please insert all the broken heart emojis here!
I’ve talked about it before, we are completely content with our family just the way it is (and we still are). But, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel weird sometimes. Our family dynamics just keep moving on, growing, maturing. We out grow clothes and we sell them, our house is completely baby toy free and I haven’t seen an episode of Elmo’s World in over two years. Like it or not, they are growing up and perhaps that is the hardest part for this mama’s heart to deal with.
I don’t want another baby.
But sometimes I’m not so sure how I feel about my babies growing up either.
Babies don’t keep.
The baby years were great. Hard work, but great. Sometimes I find myself wishing I could go back to those times just for one day. But these older years have brought something even more amazing than watching those little girls grow in size. Now I get to watch them grow as a person. The relationships that I have with the girls now mean more than I ever imagine they would when I was holding those precious little babies.
Maybe its because they are reasonable human beings now? Have you ever attempted to reason with a three-nager?! Good luck with that. Or maybe I’ve just learned to be the mother that they need, how to parent them better. Our relationship comes full circle now. I still give a lot but things aren’t so one sided now days.
Whatever it is, it is beautiful.
And as long as they still want to hold my hand in public, play Barbies with me and snuggle in the dark talking about everything and nothing, we will do just that.
Because soon enough this stage will be a thing of the past.
Just like the baby years are now…