Long time no blog.

REAAAAAAALLLY long time! Gone are the colic days...Caylee is now replacing those with night weaning, sleep training, taking diapers off (with poop in them while still wearing pants), climbing EVERYTHING, playing with dog poop and splashing in potties. That doesn't even begin to cover it all for her. She is just a magic hat full of personality. I've never met anyone more emotional than me, but she tops me by a long shot. Joshua is incredibly perceptive and beyond his years already. He's at that tender age where he is absorbing everything like a sponge. And he has a memory like an elephant. I am thankful that I get to stay home with him because I couldn't imagine what he might learn 8 or 9 hours away from me. When I went from 1 to two kids, I never imagined that they would actually love each other. It's a gift to watch. I love to hear them laugh together, but believe me, there are plenty of teachable moments when they do not get along. Can I imagine the laughter of 3 children in my house? NO. Not yet. I'm still coming to terms with it at 5 months pregnant. Another little girl to add to the mix will really spice things up, I guess. I just can't quite fathom it, yet. I have to sneak lavendar oil into Caylee's bath every night, lather her up in the stuff before bed and spray her sheets and pillows with the spray. And then pray that she'll sleep all night long. It's hit or miss at this point. It seems like it's 5 days on and 2 days off for her. When she doesn't sleep, she gets up every hour to two hours. When she does, she sleeps all night. At this point, I'm a little baffled by it. I just can't help but wonder what it would be like getting up with two children all night long. JJ on the other hand sleeps like a log. He sleeps through Caylee screaming at night. One night, I told him that it was okay to go sleep with daddy (this was after 2 hours of Caylee crying) and then I realized that he was, in fact, snoring away. I'm slowly accepting that keeping a clean house isn't half as important as taking a shower every couple days...at least a load of dishes goes into the dishwasher every day. I got that down! But that's about it. My husband constantly has to remind me that my most important and influencial job is raising the kids while he's at work. Raising kids. That's kind of a funny phrase. It's a test of patience. . . constant teaching and reminding. It's a never sit down job that is only rewarding in tiny moments. But those moments are pieces of my history that will forever be engraved in my mind. Moments that turn fatigue into unrealistic energy. Moments that make me forget about that dried booger on my shoulder that isn't my own. I cherish the responsibility that God has given me as Caylee and Joshua's mother. And now we get to welcome another life into the house. It's a gift. That phrase doesn't throw the anxiety out the window, though. But God has chosen me to be the mother of this little child growing inside of me. That idea leaves me speechless.