Every day at ~7am
The most frequent comment I get after, “Are they twins?” is “Looks like you got your hands full.” Yes. Literally. And not the figurative usage of literally, the literal usage.
I just took a few minutes to read back over this blog from the dark days of bedrest through the premature and scary birth, the rough days in the hospital, the fumbling first weeks and months. I’m so glad it is all here for us to relive–at a safe distance.
I want to state for the record that at 8:41pm on October 12th in the year of our Lord, 2011, Heather Craw is happy.
If you had told me before I had children that I, who never gave a rat’s tail about babies, who hasn’t a homebody bone in her frame, who was so ambitious and self-absorbed could possibly be happy as a stay-at-home mom of three, I would have laughed you to absolute scorn. Yet, here I am: happy. There are lots of other things I could be doing, some I may even be better at, but nothing that makes me happier. My dear, darling family! Those six round little cheekies that are mine, all mine to smooch! Those six big eyes full of love for mommy!
Of course it’s easy to rhapsodize when they’ve all gone off to dreamland without protest or prolongation of the established routine, a feat we are accomplishing with ever greater frequency. Praise the Lord!–literally! And not the figurative usage of literally, the literal usage.