Beautiful Life

I think I like blogging at night. It helps me remember the good parts of the day and mostly forget the times that I felt like pulling my hair out. We have a tornado....I mean two year old at our house and it's always fun in some way or another. Some days I simply try to survive until bedtime and enjoy the moments that make my heart melt. Other days I wish I could relive because they were so great. I suppose that's how life is meant to be though. I have found that we do much better when we all get out of the house for an hour or two which is proving to still be quite a feat for me with two kids. I will get the hang of things though, just one day at a time. Sometimes one hour or maybe one minute. I wish I was better at dealing with temper tantrums and I hope James forgives me for my not so lovely moments as a mom. The other day he dumped a brand new bottle of baby soap down the tub just so he could have the container to fill up with water. Our bathroom smelled like Johnson and Johnson soap and it reminded me of the smell of the hospital. I guess for all the places to dump soap, the tub is a great place. I love my little James and he always keeps me on my toes. He especially cracks me up at night. The other night I felt a tap on my shoulder while I was sleeping. He had his sippy cup and the gallon of milk minus the lid. I panicked. Spilled milk is the worst. Thankfully he didn't spill any. I filled up his cup and sent him back to bed where I found the lid to the gallon of milk. I think we have a milk addict on our hands. He would live off the stuff if I let him. He also LOVES the missionaries. They have their own couch at our house. I asked him if he wanted to be a missionary and he said yes. Then I told him that missionaries don't wear diapers, so now every time we change a diaper or use the potty we talk about the missionaries and how they wear big boy underwear. Today at church he asked one of the missionaries if he wore diapers. The Elder replied, no way...missionaries wear big boy underwear. It was awesome and I'm grateful to the Elders for being so fun and helpful about it all. My little man is growing up and I love him more every day...even if sometimes I think I'm going a little crazy.

Playing the bathtub. He likes to turn the water on a little and fill things up and then dump them out.

 

We had the missionaries over for dinner. James was in heaven. 

Seth is the sweetest. He always gives me a huge smile when I pick him up after a nap. Makes me feel so loved. He has a ticklish spot right by his arm pits. He is a great sleeper and loves to snuggle. He's even tempered unless he's hungry or has a burp. Already he puts up with brotherly love in the form of possibly being sat on. Doesn't like to be alone in the room. Is growing like a weed. Happy, happy boy!

This is the face I get every time I get him out of bed. 

Not the greatest picture, but we call this the super man stretch and it's my favorite. Before Seth was born, Chris and I would always talk about how we were going to get to see it again. Love. Love. Love.

Happy boy!

It's hard to take pictures of James these days because I say picture and he runs. But every once in a while he humors me and even smiles. This is his smile these days. They love doing tummy time together.