I have everything I could ever want for Christmas

It's not that nothing is going on, it's that there is too much happening for me to even think about posting. Honestly, between work, (not) Christmas shopping, two sick kids, behavior charts, Big Hairy Holiday Fitness Challenge and dealing with my own nagging cough, there isn't much time left at the end of the day to do much more than collapse and drag the puddle of goo that was once my body right into bed.

When Sophia was an only child, I don't think I fully appreciated how much less difficult things were. It isn't until you, as a parent, are wiping the poop off two asses and trying to brush your teeth while two children pull at your pant leg that you realize how easy you had it with one child. I recommend any parent out there with one child to wait, my god, please wait, more than 5 months to get pregnant with your second because it is hard.

I always knew I wanted to have a child. I always knew I wanted to be a mother and I am grateful every single day that I have been blessed with my children, but never in a million years would I have ever thought I would be responsible for two little babes.

Never.

That being said, I wouldn't change it for the world.

Every day I look at the faces of my children and cannot believe how beautiful and amazing they are. Even in the midst of a temper tantrum, rolling on the floor kicking and screaming or crawling on the kitchen table or playing in the trash, they amaze me. The have turned me into a woman I never imagined I could be. A woman who remains unshakably calm in the face of an emergency, a woman who can magically make boo-boos better with a kiss, a woman who will go to the bathroom while holding a child because it would be a tragedy if I let them go, a woman who would sacrifice her life for the sake of her children. Those two children have made me a woman I am proud to be and I couldn’t be more thankful for it.