We're here. Most days I feel like I'm struggling to keep my head above the water, but we're here. Someone told me to enjoy the days of toddler-hood because it only gets busier. I am sure it will be and somehow we will adapt.
For now I'll relish the fact that at least my boys are with me most of the time....even when things seem unimaginably crazy. I'll cherish knowing that Rustin's favorite thing is Toy Story 3 and not a girl. I'm thankful that Ryder's idea of a good time is to hang out on a parked riding lawnmower with his I-touch. I won't take for granted the honesty of my 4-year old...even when he tells me I stink. One day I'll pray that he continues to tell me the truth. I will hold close to my heart the words of my 2-year old as he says "Mommy, I miss you every day"...after I pick him up from a 5-hour stay at preschool. You can't imagine how happy it makes me, that our 4-year old asks us to move with him, when he leaves for college.
I love these boys, even on the days I feel like a frazzled mess. Even on the days when the doors slam, toy chases ensue while yelling "it's mine!", little bodies fall on the floor in a flurry of stomping feet and crocodile tears, defiantly they refuse to eat dinner, and end the day making tidal waves in the bathtub....it is no coincidence that God picked these two for us. They make us WHOLE. Love you both to the Moon and Back!