Transition

In another week, we'll be forced to move our children to another daycare. Not out of our wishes, mind you, but yet another facility closing its doors. Each time you move your kids to another place, you can't help but feel the anguish and anxiety that a new place brings. Not to mention how much we will miss the teachers and the overall school they had been going to. I am hopeful this go round will go as smoothly as before - with the kids quickly adjusting to their new surroundings and caregivers with no issue. I am pretty confident our little girl will adjust fine, but I am fearful our little boy will not adjust quite so well. He's so attached to a regular routine, that on most days when he doesn't see his regular teacher, he is a cling-on of wailing proportions. That makes the start of my day so very hard. To see his crying eyes and his tears for mama as he latches on for dear life. I know he has had to realize that his daily teacher has already left because his morning tears seem to get worse and worse without a fun distraction. This morning, I secretly left before he realized I was gone. But within seconds, I heard him crying for me as I was racing out the door. Does that make me a bad mom?

My Lil Mama

Our little girl is so like me it's not even funny. But maybe all little girls are like their moms in some way right? They watch you and mimic your every move. She likes to put on my high heels and wear pretty dresses...but the funniest thing is how she dotes on and disciplines her little brother. She will scold him just like I do and has such the attitude to go along with it. Her sassiness is so cute at times, but makes me really think about what I say to her and her brother. It is very true that they will do exactly as you do or repeat your every word. It really shouldn't surprise me when she wants to be just like her mama - attitude and all. I just hope she doesn't pick up my bad temper :)

Night of Bliss

Last night both kids slept through the entire night without a peep, and boy did I enjoy it. I can't remember the last time we had an uninterrupted night of purely great sleep. For those who enjoy their sleep - like I do - I woke up refreshed and ready to go. It took them both a little nudging to get going, but once they did, they were all smiles. It's funny how we can continue the same routine, day-in and day-out, but for whatever reason, some nights are better for sleeping than others. I often wonder if their minds are so busy processing the day's activities that they get a bit restless. I can only imagine the vivid dreams they are having as I did when I was a child. I honestly can't remember what they were, but I do remember having those dreams.

I pray for continued restful sleep each and every night. I'm lucky I get some zzzzz's before they start their little episodes of "milk," or "potty." I have no idea how my hubby manages to be their savior each night they are up. I'd be an uber-zombie if I had to handle it. Thank goodness for my saintly mate.