Princess Style

How is it that she's older?

She turned 3 and started a massive growth spurt....like she finally grew out of her 18-24 month jeans. 

She had her first friend birthday party. 

We continued our cupcake tradition and after each one [the frosting] was devoured we heard the sound of sugar. Squeely, giggly sugar. And then we sent it all home.

Happiest 3rd Birthday, my sweet. 

Also, wow I need to change the pictures on my sidebar.

Some Words Tumbling Out

I'm frustrated as they call me. Mommy, mommy MOMMY! A little peace please. I perform my tasks in a hurry hoping to get on to bigger and better things. As if to say this. HERE. What I'm doing, isn't a dream come true.


There I am cleaning up vomit for the one hundred millionth time, and unspeakable joy fills my soul. It hits me. 

This is not a part, but the whole. 


This is it. And I'm renewed with wonder at the task I've been given. In time, these tiny people will not be so de-pendent. They will rush and forget to call and someday leave. There will be less demand.  And I will long for it.


For now, I package up my [other] dreams ready to be opened in their own beautiful time. They will wait. My littles will not.

So when the baby wakes for the 5th time, teeth trying to push through, I open my arms and pull him close and nourish and comfort and be. 

This is who I am.

I am mother.


Linking up with the lovely Heather, just write.

Three

Happiest third birthday, Ivy Pearl.

You are so very loved.

[More party pictures to come].