It's the little things you don't realize you miss with your second child until they finally happen.
Tonight after I put Arabella to bed, I put Evan down for a late evening nap, then did the dishes and baked a cake. But before I could get the cake in the oven he started to scream. If you know me, you know my children have very huge lungs and aren't the least bit quiet when it comes to crying. So I hurried the cake into the oven and set the timer. I walked down the hall to find my little man had rolled over onto his stomach but was still stuck on his shoulder. He can get his body rolled real easy, he just has to figure out how to get his upper half whipped around.
So, I scooped him up and calmed him down. I nursed him a bit to get him calm enough that I could rock him. The opportunities to rock my little man when he isn't nursing are far and few between. In fact he's nearly 4 months old and I've never been able to just rock him. So the fact that I was able to calm him and have him fall back asleep lying on my chest while I was rocking him was an amazing feet and one of pure joy for me. I just sat there, rocking my little man, and I had the biggest smile across my face. I truly wish we could have more peaceful bonding moments like that. But again, with a 16 month old it's near impossible. But, there is hope.





















