This face is going to be one in a couple of days.
ONE! Can you believe it?! Sheesh. I will be celebrating one year of being a mother of two munchkins.
One year of having survived sleepless nights due to each kid alternating when they needed me. (Because coordinating their sleepless nights was obviously out of the question).
I survived a bit over three straight years of diaper changing.
I've made it through juggling the schedules of two kids, neither of whom enjoy being predictable when I need them to be.
I've celebrated milestones that I celebrated once before and found them to be just as delightful the second time around.
I've had a year to watch Bean grow and change into a pretty awesome big sister.
For over three years, a big piece of my heart has belonged to one or two little people who own it but don't know it.
I've had a year of double snuggles and hugs.
A year got me started on the long road of trying to do anything productive while trying to meet the needs of the kids walking around.
A year of being the mother of two daughters.
And to celebrate? We're doing it all over again. We four becomes we five.
Excuse me while I go rest up for the next two and a half months. Something tells me I'm going to need it.