Things We Love {At 4.5 Months}

It's amazing to me what the boys actually love. We also have some things we aren't so crazy about {I'll share that later}. Please keep in mind this is what works for us and I am no expert on what babies need or want. I'm learning more each day and every child is different.

The boys are almost five months. Just think, I started writing this post when they just turned four months. Oh, how time flies. They actually started looking at toys {mainly ones that light up} and really grabbing for things at about three and a half months. Here is our list of things we love right now.

Books. All kinds of colorful books. We really like getting new books from the dollar spot at Target.

Balls. We started with one and had to get another one. They don't get how to share yet. :) These balls are great because they are light and they are easy for them to hold because of all the holes.

Boo, otherwise known as Laugh and Learn Love to Play Puppy.

Spot the dog...who now has a brother...the elephant, known as Trunk in our house.

The Lantern. The best of both worlds, music and lights. Plus it gives mommy a break from singing.

What do your kiddos love?

Adventures in Mommyhood

I'm new to mommyhood.
Of course I've changed diapers before,
but not at the speed I can change them at today.
And I've fed my share of babies,
just never two at a time.
Now I juggle...two babies,
who, most of the time, need me at the EXACT same time.



Lil A {left} & Lil R {right}



I'm totally new to nighttime feedings,
taking their temperature, rectally,
holding their tiny little legs while they get a shot,
cleaning up throw up,
and exploding diapers,
giving baths.
I'm new to an evening cup of joe,
just to keep me going.
Multiple days in a week where I don't shower,
much less change out of my sweats.

But with all those less than flattering perks of mommyhood,
I also get smiles.
To be the only one who can calm them,
snuggles,
the voice they recognize,
the person they follow when I walk in or out of the room.
I have the arms in which they can always fall asleep,
and so much more.

So with every sweet smile,
and even every stinky, exploding diaper.
I am reminded that I am meant for this.
I know that this is the job I was put on earth to do,
because I am the mom who gets happy when they poop.
Dirty diapers mean happy and full bellies.
And I encourage big boy burps,
even if it turns into me having some spit up on my shirt.
Their little smiles brighten my whole day.
I wouldn't trade it for the world.