My little, big boys.



Morning after his first night in his new bed, at 9:00.

I am officially the parent of a toddler.

For some reason as we tucked Wyatt into his new bed, in his new room for the first time last night I realized the true meaning to this little, yet oh so big, moment.  My baby was one step closer, if not crossing the finish line, to becoming a toddler.

As I saw the empty crib sitting in his old nursery an overwhelming sense of nostalgia (and hormones) hit me and I began to cry.              Life is going to fast and while I am enjoying every moment of every day I do just wish it would slow down, just a little. 

Boo-boo, pacifiers, and blankies have long since been forgotten.  Wyatt puts himself to bed, with his newest buddy Scout (thank you Nana!), and should he need a little more time to fall asleep, we simply hear Scout's foot get pressed again and another round of 'Bingo' begins.  I don't know if its something I did that has made it easy and that's definitely not to say that it always has been... or always will be.  I realize we have made it through one night and that there are many more, possibly less peaceful ones to come, but in light of making time slow down, I take it in stride and am enjoying this mornings little blessing.

So now its time to move on to working on Weston.  Sometimes I feel guilty, like I'm not doing enough for him or focusing my energy on Wyatt still but this time around, having another boy, there just really isn't that much to do!  I decided not to change the nursery too much, besides getting a few new wall decorations to replace the ones that moved into Wyatt's room.  The clothes are washed and waiting to be put away.  I have had to buy a few new jammies and shirts for the newborn stage, but besides that my new little man is set.

It feels weird to think that Bryan and I are going to have 2 kids.  When you only have 1, you feel like new parents who can easily make mistakes and recover.  If something doesn't go accordingly you can always fall back on the excuse of, "Well its not like we've done this before!"  Having 2 kids is official.  Legit.  You are a family.  You should be coaching t-ball teams, driving a minivan, and wearing elastic pants.  You have done it before and you should know how to do it again.  So I can't help but wonder if it will all come back to me.  If I will be able to do it again as easily as I felt like I was able to do it with Wyatt.  The scheduling, the nursing, the pacifiers, it all just fell into place for us the first time and you can't help but wonder if that's God way of giving you a little pass on the first round, because he knows what lies ahead with #2.

Regardless of whether or not Weston is as laid back as his big brother, we are so excited to ring in 2012, the year of Weston.  With less then 150 days to go it is all I can do to not make a paper chain like a kid counting down for Christmas, to the day that my 2nd little man gets to come into this world.  Hopefully a little earlier, and easier, then his brother.

I never get tired of saying it...
truly blessed.