Angel

As with the rest of my life, this pregnancy has basically put it on hold. I’m very lucky that I haven’t felt too terrible, just insanely tired.

Tired, and mostly couch bound.

Mornings are spent running around getting errands done, picking LJ up from school, cleaning the house (sorta), and anything else I can muster up the energy to do. By about 2pm, my day is over. The couch and I have a date, often nap is invited, and I peel myself up only in time to make dinner. Costco lasagna or frozen spinach raviolis anyone?

With all this sleeping and butt sitting going on, it’s easy to see why it took me months to get a “bath picture” for my MIL for her master bathroom wall. What’s cuter and easier to do than get a little pic of LJ in some bath type setting? A nap, that’s what.

Wrapped up in his little white towel, I can’t help but be reminded of what an angel my boy has been these past few months.

Cancelled trips to the park Days on end without leaving the house Too much TV Getting his own snacks and juice boxes Bringing me my phone/water/snack Endless kisses to make my back or head feel better Baths cut short cause I can’t bend over anymore A halfway put together big boy room Mac and cheese for lunch…again Hours of stories cause bending over to play trains just isn’t in the cards

There have definitely been the less-than-angelic moments of peeing on freshly cleaned floors, fits over eating his meal, or not using his listening ears. But he’s three, what can I expect?

I certainly didn’t expect someone so wise, caring, and understanding far beyond his years. His concern for me and his brother are more than I ever imagined.

It’s ok Mommy, we get you your medicine. I give it kiss, make it all better. So Mommy, how was your day? I want to hug brother. I love you brother.

I’m glad I waited so long to take these pictures. They mean so much more than a cute little bug wrapped up in a towel now.