Everyone is asleep, and I am reveling in this rare time I can call my own. During the chaos I call my day, I tend to focus on the negative, whether than on what
IS good, what is going right, and what I am happy about. I have three little beings that need me, constantly, endlessly...sometimes I am overwhelmed. I could not do this alone. That leads me to what IS good, what is going right, and what I am happy about.
Leif, I love this man. He is my best friend, my provider, my therapist, and the best Daddy I could ask for my kids. He makes an effort to make me laugh, everyday. He tries to dance with me in the kitchen. He listens to me whine...A LOT. He brings me home girl scout cookies. He tells me I'm beautiful. He loves me.
My Mama. How would I manage this without her? She helps me SO MUCH. She is always willing to help me, even if it means postponing something I am sure she would rather be doing. I can always count on her help.
My Dad. This guy. Man, he cracks me up. I enjoy the little snickers I can only share with him. He makes me happy, just to see his bald onion head. (Yes, Dad, I really did just type that)
My Sister, Tammy. Just recently we've made an effort to strengthen our relationship. It means a lot to me. I have missed her.
How did I get so lucky? This little man is the best baby ever. And, I really do mean EVER. He is so happy, and smiley, and laughy, and cute, and kissable, and a good sleeper, and, and and...I could go on forever. I really don't know what I would do if he wasn't exactly the way he is. I certainly wouldn't be typing this little diddy up. I'd be in the loony bin. Some days are so freaking HARD. Even when he is perfection is soft squishy skin. 3 kids 3 and under is not for the weak, let me tell you. If I get my teeth brushed, I feel I have accomplished something. I have abandoned all rules with this one. He sleeps with one hand rested on my boob at night, and sleeps whenever he wants during the day. And you know what? I'm loving it. Each morning I am greeted with a big, huge, gummy cheshire cat smile. It keeps me sane. It lets me know each morning what my purpose for the day is; to love my kids. If I get the dishes and the laundry done, well, that will just be an added bonus.
This little Lady, my, oh my. She is crazy! She will definitely be able to hold her own in between her two brothers. No problem. She is still in awe of her big brother, she MUST do everything he does. It is so funny to watch her weeble over to him, after him, with him, and unfortunately away from him...she is his shadow. She has started screaming, wow. Wow. She definitely lets me know if Leify has done something wrong, is about to do something wrong, or is even looking at her funny, haha. She has the system ALL figured out. She loves Soren, she loves to smother him with kisses, in between trying to push him off my lap. Geeze. Some of her words are, of course Mama and Dada, Ball, Jack, Uh Oh, All Done, Bye Bye, Grandpa (much to his pleasure), Drink, Baby, Thank You... I think there is more, but I am drawing a blank...
This little man gets bigger and bigger each day. He is full of questions, has boundless energy, and has me asking, "Will he ever stop?!?" everyday. The things that come out of his mouth, my gosh, they seriously make me laugh...hysterically. The kid is 3 going on 30. Not kidding. 
