So I knew today was Mother's Day, but until Stephen nudged me today in church and told me it was Mother's Day and gave me a "oops I forgot" look, I forgot that I fit in that classification. I was thinking as Christian laid his head on my shoulder, the way he usually only does right before we put him to bed and he's trying to stay up longer, I thought how much I simply love being a mama to my little guy. As I thought about why I might like it and why some people go crazy with it, it occurred to me that I should write a parenting book and make loads of money (that when I carry it I'm as big as a camel). I would of course make the book very thick, but the only words would be: Get your sleep. I am sure that so many problems people have with parenthood is simply because they don't get enough sleep. Thankfully with one pretty good sleeper I've been able to do that so far. It helps that now that I'm done nursing Stephen's the one who gets him his bottle (yes he still has a bottle) at night. I just hit wake up Stephen and he so sweetly gets up and gets him what he needs (much better than flowers on mother's day). I also found that while nursing, co-sleeping was the only way I coped. The problem is what we'll do with number two, let's hope the next one is a decent sleeper too, or we're in trouble!
But speaking of mothers, my sis-in-law Robin just became one again:
Let's admit it, the one thing I like more then matchmaking is seeing more kiddos, especially when it means more cousins for little kiddos.
p.s. Don't worry, Stephen treated me like a queen all Mother's Day once he remembered.