And Then There Were Two

I don't want to abandon this five-year-old blog, but I really don't know how I'm going to find the time to keep up with it. I have a moment of peace and quiet while Lindsay sleeps and Reed takes a cat-nap before his dream feed. Charles Reed is 8 weeks old. These 8 weeks have flown by... how did the first 8 weeks drag so much more slowly when my Lindsay was a newborn?

I don't have any big, sweeping statements to make about parenting two. It's like parenting one but twice the work. Reed is a snuggler who loves to curl up in the crook of my elbow. He is a good sleeper - right now he does about 10:30pm-5:45/6:00am without waking. Knock on wood.

His older sister just turned two-and-a-half. She has quite a few opinions and is bold about voicing them but can be swayed without too much trouble. She wants to do everything herself, but knows with certainty that there are some things that only grownups can do. I would say that age 2 is not so terrible for us. She loves her brother and her only fault is excessive love - her hugs and kisses are often too aggressive.

I'm learning every day that mothering is a process, not a task I can cross off my daily checklist. So many things we do throughout each day build on top of the previous day's lessons... about sharing, caring, growing, learning.

My bigger one starts school in a week. She and I are so enthusiastic and look forward to her growing independence. So glad I have my little one at home for some one-on-one time, which he rarely gets.