We were blessed this summer with our beautiful little lady Zoey. I can't imagine any little girl sweeter than her (yes, that means all you other ladies and your daughters got nothing on my little Z-bot)! She is gentle, kind, patient, happy, joyful, and smart as an eight week old can be.
Our little pink miracle joined our family in July and has disrupted our normal. Wait, what's that you say? You just went on to brag about how awesome she is, and now she's a disruption? And to that I say, YUP. We had this whole parenting thing figured out (please sense the sarcasm). He listens to what we say, we feed him good things, he plays and watches minimal tv, he LOVES being outside, he's funny and kind, and we could go on about our little Jonah. We were livin' the dream of parenthood. Enter a crying infant who needs Mommy's attention 24/7. On stage left, enter a tantrum throwing, whining two year old who lost all attention he ever received to a crying infant. Normal is out the window.
At first it was a shock to the system - how do we do this?? How do other people do this and make it look so simple and possible? Then your little crying infant smiles at you and you melt. Your heart bursts into a million pieces surrounding this beautiful, amazing little creature that is yours. It makes every hurdle, every tantrum, every poopy diaper a joy because you now are a mom to TWO. You get to love, play and learn with your first in a new way. He is a big borther and you get to nurture him to be the best one. We play cars when we have moments, and we laugh and love it. Its not as much time, but its a natural time to spend with each other now - I see the design. Now, you get to experience all the first with another little baby - first tummy time turn overs, first teeth, first steps, first words! And boy does she adore her big brother. He can make her smile in an instant - which you wouldn't be able to see without TWO.
So our disruption is a beautiful mess. But its just that - BEAUTIFUL. Normal is such a flexible thing now that I'm not even sure what to call our new 'normal.' Perhaps I'll call it chaos. Perhaps I'll call it bliss. For now, two is company, and I love it.
