A fun ride

These recent days with my kidlets have been such a wild ride.  I admit, I don't always think that these rides are fun, but today, I think it :)  I am starting to clue in to the fact that this parenting gig can be a real roller coaster (I'm a little slow).  Healthy days, sick days ... happy days, sad days ... easy days, hard days ... funny days, horrible days ... clean days, messy days ... productive days, VERY unproductive days ... sane days, insane days ...  Each day is an adventure waiting to happen.  I confess, there are many days where I will fall into bed and realize that my day consisted more of investments than accomplishments, but I'm learning to be okay with that.  After all, that's what life should be comprised of, right?

Seriously, just when I think I have something figured out, I thought wrong.  Those of you who know me well know that I thrive on a nice, healthy routine.  I love the familiar, the predictable, and the comfortable.  Boy, parenting is none of the above.  Dealing with the unexpected has really startled me into relaxing :)  Is it really possible to go down the road to relaxation kicking and screaming?  I never thought I would get to the point where the spontaneous choices are sometimes the best choices.  I'm learning not to be shocked when my plan crumbles or when we have to eat pb&j again because I totally forgot to prepare dinner (okay, that hasn't happened too often lately).  And the biggest shock?  I am actually starting to LIKE living like this!  Now, I will still continue to make a plan... but hopefully in the future, I'll be even more easygoing when it crumbles.

My thought lately is how much I'm going to miss these days.  I've probably said that exact thing to Jordan at least once a day for the last few weeks.  I'm constantly reminded that my little toddler isn't going to get any shorter, and she isn't going to get any less independent.  Her sweet baby talk will soon turn into polished speech, and I'll be correcting the "can I"'s to "may I"'s instead of the "pee-appia"'s to "butterflies."  She will have stairs mastered & won't need me to wash her hair.  My baby girl won't always fit in the crook of my arm or fit neatly in my lap.  She won't always ignore the fact that I'm cleaning out her nose or clipping her nails :)  She'll probably get sick of me asking her to smile & giggle every time she's awake & she'll soon get annoyed that I constantly squeeze her close just to smell her baby scent.  Yes, I will really miss these days.

This is a very fun ride indeed.  AND, I wouldn't want to be on this ride with anyone other than my amazing husband.  I don't always blog about my hubby since he doesn't let me follow him around all day with a camera. . . PLUS, I know that anyone reading would get nauseous reading post after post about how awesome and hot he is (heehee).  So, though I mostly blog about my girls & life with them, my heart still skips a beat for this guy.  Always.  This stage of life isn't exactly conducive to endless "quantity time" together, but it sure makes the time we do have together much more meaningful.  This stage is a fun ride, but I know I will enjoy every day of growing old with him.