And just like that, we have a two year old.
The time has flown and the time has crawled. I can believe it; I can’t believe it.
Yet here we are.
I worried before getting pregnant that I wouldn’t actually enjoy having a kid. I worried while pregnant that I wasn’t the kid type. I worried two months post partum if I’d made a serious mistake because newborns were so, so hard.
And then things started getting easier. Sleep came and stayed. Giggles became full-bellied laughter. Crawling became toddling became chasing around the house.
I love being a mother. I love it so so much. It has been so far beyond any and all of my expectations it’s difficult to even put into words.
But I still try.
Today we’re going to a pumpkin patch and then later it’ll be time for cupcakes. Her birthday was actually earlier in the week, but with two working moms, well.
Happy birthday, Lady Jr.