Jan 14, 2009

Everyone always says that 2 is the worst age, but I have learned that they all lied. It doesn't magically become easy when children become 3. In fact, Brooke has so much attitude, I am exhausted at the end of everyday. Don't get me wrong I love her, but sometimes I wonder where that incredibly easy baby I had went. This is the child who slept through the night at 11 weeks, never cried, and was all around sweet. For awhile I used the birth of her baby sister, Emma, as the excuse, but Emma's 7 months old now. And honestly my biggest fear right now is that Emma will have this same attitude down the road. (Because as of right now, she is even easier than Brooke.) For now I have my fingers crossed and pray a lot for the day to come that she outgrows this 'phase'.

Life

I can't promise that this will be the most intriguing, funny, or even smart thing you will ever read, but it is me. We'll see how it goes. Sometimes I just have these random thoughts that just have to come out and this seems as good as place as any to put them.

I love the snow and have wished every year for a white Christmas, but this is becoming a little crazy. What fun is it to have snow if you can't go out and play in it. Poor Brooke has spent about 10 minutes playing outside in like the last 3 months and we both are going a little crazy. At 3 she doesn't really get that mommy can't leave the baby in the house alone (and there is no way Emma is going outside). Hopefully spring will come soon and we can get back outside.