Then I remember when I had one child, and I thought it was hard. There were naptimes to work around, car seats to get in and out of every time I wanted to go somewhere, meals and messes to worry about, diapers to change, noses to wipe, noises to shush. I had an extra pair of hands to keep me busy.
Now I have two.
MG is almost at the age that Liam was when I had her - and it blows my mind. He seemed so big! He was in a toddler bed, he was talking about mom's tummy and having a new baby, he became a big brother. Now he and MG love each other (some of the time), and fight with each other (more of the time), and keep each other from going to sleep at night (all the time).
I always wanted my first two babies to be close in age. I got what I wanted, and I love it.
I keep telling myself that, when it's especially hard and I'm weary of keeping Liam off his sister and there's poop in the tub again and I have a headache by 8:00 in the morning. I keep telling myself that.
I love it.