The highlight of my everyday was dropping Leticia to creche and picking her back up; because I missed her little chats at home but also because I was getting my daily dose of adult chats from the staff.
We are all dealing with similar daily struggles. None of us are different from one another. Let's celebrate being fabulous mammies.
Making decisions is hard. Making decisions with two little people is even harder. The big decisions that need to be made are the most difficult of them all.
I was kind of shocked. I knew he was Athiest but I didn't think he wanted to bring a life of doom upon his future kids. Of course they'd need to be baptised.
With babies come changes. What was once a wild night out kind of relationship is now quite the opposite.
Oh, day two. You weren't told about this. Is there something wrong with your baby? Why is he/ she crying so much. Why won't they settle? Ouch, your boobs! Your nipples! Your milk is definitely in now but its gone hard. Why are your boobs so hard? And sore? Your baby wants to feed again? But why? Is your milk not good enough? Are you even sure you have milk? Surely a baby this small doesn't need that much milk? Is this even real?
I've decided that making a promise to myself is not enough. I need to make a promise to my precious girls. But not just one. Although neither of them are even close to learning to read yet, I have put together a list of promises for them...
If you can imagine the Tasmanian Devil zooming in through your house and destroying/ upending every damned thing in sight. That is our sweet little toddler. And people say that boys are the destructive ones