What You Don't Know

What you don't know before you become a parent is all the worry that comes with the territory. I think that's the hardest part about being a mom--you're so vested in these little people and in giving them a good life and raising them well, there just seem like an endless amount of things to worry and fret over. It kind of gives you perspective about the important things in life.

I love these two little people. They are my whole world. Nothing compares to the way Kara runs at me and hugs me and tells me, "you're a good mommy!" or the way I can pick Jessalyn up when she's crying and she nestles her head in my shoulder. I am truly blessed.

Grandmas

My grandmas are really cool. I know I've said that before, but really, they are awesome. My grandma and my great grandma always know how to make us feel loved!

A lot of the things we have from when Kara was a baby are either worn out (diaper bag, receiving blankets), or the wrong season (clothes). My grandma made me this beautiful Eric Carle Grouchy Lady bug bag to replace my old diaper bag,

Inside of my ladybug bag

It looks way prettier in person

and my great grandma made Jessalyn this stack of blankets and this adorable quilt. We got them in the mail today (plus Kara got a new pillow case), and it was like Christmas.

See what I mean? I have the best grandmas.

Right Now

Right now, my life consists of a never ending cycle of laundry, baths, feeding my children, bouncing the baby, and chasing after Kara. I'm basically a glorified maid/chef/food factory (I say glorified because I'm pretty sure regular maids/chefs/food factories don't get the benefits of kisses and hugs and laughter and snuggles from the people they cater to). I am loving it (except the laundry) yet feeling my brain go to mush as it is all becoming one long endless blur and I can no longer keep track of which day it is! I kept thinking yesterday was Saturday.

On another note, Kara is potty trained! After she finally decided to use the potty, it only took a couple days for her to start telling us on her own, and about two weeks to be accident free. My sister was a HUGE help. I'll write more about the whole process later (and it WAS a process!) I'm so glad to be rid of her diapers.

P.S
These pictures give a misleading idea that I never do Kara's hair. I do, in fact, do her hair every day... For some reason, I always take pictures of her in the morning before I actually do her hair. She really isn't a ragamuffin! Now, whether or not I do something other than a pony tail with MY hair is a totally different story.