Last night we (yes, all three of us) were up from midnight to three a.m. My husband has a deadline and needed to get the door before 6:30 and I had to work from home starting at 6:30. Oh, the joy. My husband looked at me at 7 a.m. (neither of us on time) and said, "If you didn't stay at home with James, we would fight a lot more."
My husband and I fight a lot more these days...We just get so tired. In my prenatal naivete, I did not realize this would happen. The best outcome of all of this tired fighting? We are learning to choose our battles, fight wisely and make it matter. It's actually pretty constructive. And to watch us grow together as people, spouses and parents amazes me. We are at (just about equal) times both better and worse. But we are together and in that, we are better.
Anyway, I felt the need to blog today. I don't have any special wisdom, tips or funny anecdotes. I feel blessed: I love this stage that my son is in right now at 16 months. He is so much fun. His personality explodes and he spouts a new word every other day. He can sign, laugh hysterically, make me laugh when I'm not expecting it, and surprise the dickens out of me.
Well the little guy just woke up from a blessedly long nap.
Peace.
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