Even though I did not miss the baby/toddler/little kid stage-- one bit, I'm enjoying it more than I thought I would. Before, because I always kind of wanted another child, I never knew if I was doing something for the LAST TIME. I'm pretty sure that when I do things with Andrew, it is for the last time (Please, God, please!) so I'm able to appreciate them a little more.
I'm surviving. But every once and a while I'll realize I'm not JUST surviving, I'm doing this thing like a BOSS!
Like when I was out with Andrew and he needed a diaper change. I threw open the tailgate of my car, placed the wriggling, almost 25 lb behemoth on his back, pinned him down, and made him smile with a love that was heart-melting, all while whisking away an epic diaper filled with last night's Chipotle.
I am Old Mommy, hear me ROAR!
And quack like a duck.
And make silent fish noises, of course.