I'm quite sure that when the kids are grown and out of the house, Mike and I will talk over the breakfast table and fondly remember the summer Amelia was born, when Will was two, and we lived in the house with the fabulous backyard.
Sometimes things are tough. Our toddler now thinks 8-10 hours of sleep a day is appropriate for him - and we all pay the price come 6 pm. Our adorable 4 week old still likes to be awake A LOT, needs to be held constantly, and has a nasty case of reflux (which conveniently begins right after we put big brother to bed). My day begins around 7 AM if I'm lucky (4:30 AM if I'm not) and ends around 10 PM when I finally convince Amelia that sleeping is f-u-n.
But something tells me the tough stuff won't be what we choose to remember.
We'll remember the fine dining (because restaurants are so out of the question).
Beer, Fly swatter, Go Celtics.
We'll remember the kids and all their cuteness...
And how much we loved them.
Will wanted to take a family picture. Actually, he wanted to take about 25 family pictures.
We'll remember the warm nights that begged for fire pits under the stars.
S'mores are a requirement
Lately Will likes to wear really big shirts.
We'll remember a goofy toddler who makes us laugh more than he makes us want to pull our hair out
And, of course, there's the girl who completed our family. The one who took the occasional nap and looked oh-so-cute doing so.
Amelia's first nap in her big girl bed!