The days and weeks after welcoming our second child into the world have been sweet, but exhausting. Our baby boy is growing fast and despite the sleepless nights, the recovery from birth, and the balancing of two kids — these days are rich.
I am trying to focus on thankfulness. I am celebrating the little things. The sweet moments that made me belly laugh. Laughter is good medicine.
A few days ago, my toddler carefully carried her teddy bear to the couch. This seems innocent but this teddy bear was holding a bright purple crayon in his paw, and, with the help of my daughter’s guiding hand, the bear proceeded to scribble all over the couch.
When I ran to stop the little graffiti artist, my daughter turned to me and pointed to the bear, "Adriana not colour, the bear colour the couch."
The old bait and switch trick, eh? I wasn't fooled. That bear was an innocent accessory to the crime. Seriously, I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I wanted to congratulate her on her tenacity and creativity but instead she got a time out.
The story gets better. After her time out, my daughter picked up her teddy bear and put it in the "time out" corner.
"Bear time out," she said in her most authoritative little voice. "No colouring on the couch bear!"
After the bear's allotted time out, she picked it up and told the bear it was forgiven and loved. It's exactly what we say to her. I guess she is picking up on the concept of time out. Reason to celebrate, number one.
My daughter is turning into quite the little comedian. For some reason she spits out her food on a regular basis and it is not so funny. It's something we've been trying to curb. She knows it's not okay.
The other day at breakfast, I could tell my daughter really wanted to spit her Rice Krispies all over the floor. She was itching to spew so I reminded her to "chew, chew and swallow."
She looked at me, smiled, tugged the neck of her dress open, and spit the Rice Krispies down the front. I get where she was going with this. Out of sight, out of mind. The only problem was the unpleasant feeling of cereal and milk oozing down her chest.
Again I admired the creative thought put into this one. Reason to celebrate, number two.
My newborn is not nearly as animated as my toddler but he has a few tricks up his sleeve. Most of his antics involve pooping and peeing at this point.
When changing diapers there is a small window of time after one diaper has been removed and a new one has yet to be grabbed. Time slows down and anything can happen. Parents call it the danger zone.
Yesterday my son used the "danger zone" to his full advantage. In between diapers he decided to simultaneously projectile poop and pee. Time stood still while the pee flowed, kind of like a Matrix-style fight scene.
After he was finished, my son smiled at me for the first time - reason celebrate, number three.
Honestly, there are many little things to celebrate in our house these days. There are so many things to be thankful for right now. Sure I could focus on the challenges but that's no fun. It's those smiles, cuddles and peels of laughter that make the sleepless nights and blurry-eyed days so rich.